Temptation in Texas: A Christmas Special Read Free Page B

shouted his supreme right to make her tow
his line, hot anticipation licked down her spine when she realized
exactly what kind of sex they were about to have. The basic caveman
variety. Hot. Dirty. Animalistic. Tingles ran down to her toes as
she tried to look apologetic, when truth be told, the only thing
she was sorry about was that the surprise of his Christmas present
would be blown. “Babe, look, I do have a confession to make.”
    She felt him stiffen immediately and her pulse rate
increased in reaction.
    “ Tell me.”
    She took a glance around at the basic plywood
flooring and sheets of insulation covering the area, knowing damn
good and well how his anger would manifest itself. She saw
absolutely nowhere up here that would be conducive to naked skin
and hot sex with an enraged Logan. “Can we go downstairs
first?”
    “Why?” he asked succinctly.
    She held his eyes and bit her lip. “Because the attic
is hot, and you’re going to get really mad at me, and then
you’re going to rip all my clothes off, and it’s not even carpeted
up here—” She was still talking as a look came over his face.
Without even a second to take a breath, he swung her up into his
arms, crossed the attic and set her down next to the stairwell. He
began to climb down with rapid, jerky movements that betrayed both
his arousal and his anger, and then he held his hands braced on the
sides of the ladder and motioned for her to follow. “Be
careful.”
    She turned around, came down the steps backwards,
carefully, as he’d ordered, and when she was down, he stood behind
her, his hands braced on the ladder, caging her in. One hand
dropped to the vee between her legs and he squeezed, at the same
time propelling her backwards until her back pressed tightly into
his chest. His mouth came down to her ear while he massaged her
clit through her clothing, and her breathing fractured as stars
began exploding in her head. Pushing his hand inside her shorts and
panties, he slid a finger inside her, her damp heat easing his way.
She felt the vibrations of his low growl against her ear as he bit
her lobe, and when she adjusted her stance slightly, he slid that
big, blunt finger all the way up and inside of her. She closed her
eyes as he began biting her lobe and manipulating her, his touch
causing the last shreds of sanity to escape her.
    Abruptly, he pulled back from her, taking his hand
away from her. She moaned in protest and then felt his hot grunt at
her ear. “You come on my cock.” With that, he released her
completely, made sure she was stable on her feet, and then he
pushed the pull-down stairs back up until they disappeared into the
ceiling.
    Gripping her by the hand, he all but yanked her into
the master bedroom, where he slammed the door and locked it for
good measure. Then he swiveled her and she found her back against
the door, as his hands went to the snap of her shorts. Making quick
work of the enclosure, he began to push her shorts and panties down
her legs.
    She gasped and stayed her clothing with one hand. She
hadn’t even told him what she’d done yet and he was already trying
to finish what he’d started in the hallway. So like
Logan .
    He quickly retaliated to her defensive move by
grabbing the hand that held her shorts, and pulling both her wrists
over her head, where he contained them within the grip of one
single, strong, masculine hand.
    Lifting his foot, he forced her legs apart a few
inches and stepped on the crotch of her clothing, pushing the
material to the floor where it gathered around her ankles.
    “Logan,” she began, trying to fight the wave of
arousal his actions were inducing.
    His face was lined with smoldering menace, his eyes
at the juncture of her legs, now exposed to his view. “Lift your
foot.”
    “Logan—”
    As if he couldn’t spare the time to argue with her,
he released her hands for the space of about three seconds, reached
down, lifted her foot and tossed her shorts and panties aside,