Snake Eater - THE BRAVO BOYS [book three]

Chapter TWENTY

Shelby Quinn

"That ain't never gonna happen, Barbie." Logan chuckles a charmingly certain rumble of confidence, the sound sending a ripple of dark delight through my burning body as he takes a hold of my hips and pushes me back against the corner of his cluttered desk.. Paperwork and pens scatter and fall to the floor but neither of us have the presence of mind to notice them, far to wrapt in each other's attention..

The way he looks at me is predatory and starving, as if I were a delicious meal serving myself up on a silver platter by being so lacking in resistance..

But Logan is just so impossible to resist..

His strong hands guide me as one anchors firmly at my waist and the other winds comfortably around the back of my neck to cradle me in place before his devouring mouth descends over mine, knocking the breath from my lungs with a hot and heady kiss..

Cassidy's words echo in the back of my mind;
'I'll cut that blighter up of he breaks your heart'

Suddenly I am forced to consider the frightening truth, that Logan could really hurt me if I let him..
I just can't allow that to happen..
All my life I have protected my heart, guarded it and kept it safe.. Maybe that has made me closed off to other people and kept me from happiness, but it has saved me from heartache too.. My grandmother taught me to be tough and my father insisted that I be tougher.. There was never any room for weakness and that is exactly what love does.. It makes people weak..

But Logan makes me unstable and my conviction crumbles every time he is around.. I find myself compromising on all my values just to spend a few extra seconds with him.. He is undeniable and though I should probably know better than to repeat my mistakes, the man is irresistibly attractive.. His passionate kiss is rife with hunger, yet patient and giving.. He is possessive and dominant, though there is something tender and giving to the undercurrent of our intimacy that invites my hands to explore his muscular form..

I can't help but crave him.. Logan Nash is like a potent drug, one that I know is bad for me but is still so addictive to consume.. Everything from his mocha brown eyes to his wicked chuckle and commanding touch sets my skin on fire..

I know I shouldn't let him hold this provocative power over me, I know I should stop him before we become any more involved and risk this obviousl attraction we share becoming an actual attachment.. But I just can't seem to find the strength to fight him..

He is right about me.. I want him.. And the way he takes control releases me from my cycle of scared thoughts.. For just a fleeting moment, I am free in his arms..

"Ohhh-" My heart races in my chest, beating so hard and loud I feel as if it could punch a hole right through my ribs.. "This doesn't mean that I like you.." I mumble fraudulently against his mouth as he pushes my jacket from my shoulders, my self control lost in a horny hypnotic daze..

"Of course not.." He hums in amusement, lips blazing a trail down my throat as my head falls back to allow him access.. "It doesn't mean anything.."

"Ohh fuck, Logannnn-Mnnh!" Soon, deft fingers slide beneath my shirt, fondling at my breasts, tweaking my nipples to hardened peaks and a moan tumbles from my lips before he reaches up to press a hand over my mouth, silencing me with a sly smirk..

"Shh!" He hisses a playful growl in my ear, resulting in shivers shooting down my spine... "You better be quiet, Barbie, unless you want everyone to hear you moaning my name like that.."

I suck a deep inhale and lower my voice to a sultry whisper as I grind against him like a woman possessed.. A insatiable desire aching at the apex of my thighs and it won't be ignored any longer.. "Would that really be so bad?" I tease in a breathy reply, my fingers brushing down over the front of his jeans to find his impressive masculinity eagerly hardened and he groans when I begin to rub him, creating friction through the fabric..

"Not to me it ain't.." He slowly sinks down to his knees, working the buttons of my jeans to pull at the waistband of my pants until my legs are stripped bare and I am left in nothing but black boots and lace panties.. "But there'd be no going back for you- No pretending that you didn't want this.."

"I never pretended anything, Logan.." The warmth of his breath heats my middle as he kisses a shower of sweetness over my stomach and thighs.. "But one of us has to be thinking clearly and that's obviously not going to be you- what happens when this is over?"

He stops abruptly to leer up at me, confusion colouring his beautiful brown eyes. "What do you mean 'over'?"

I shrug, peering down at him, feeling more exposed than I should, a raw vulnerable waver to my voice.. "I mean- when the job is done.. Do we just go back to our respective lives and never speak again? You don't want to be my friend- so I'm just- I'm trying to establish the boundaries of whatever this is.." My concentration falters as he dips his fingers beneath my pantyline to discover me wet and swollen in anticipation.. "If we're going to do this- Shouldn't there be rules? Like- no catching feelings?"

"Sure.." He mumbles distractedly as he kisses my femininity through the dampened lace, taunting me with his wicked tongue.. "If you need a dumb rule to keep yourself from falling for me, by all means-"

"Shut up-" I huff, shoving against his broad shoulder with a tense breath of sexual frustration.."I don't feel like you're taking this seriously- Ohhmmmh-"

"You're overthinking it, Barbie-" He chuckles, continuing to tease me with a little lick at the lace between my legs..

"No- Logan, this is important.." I sigh, distracted from all rational thoughts and forgetting my argument.. "I''m no good at this stuff-"

He smirks up at me.. "Believe me, I know how good you are, Shelby.. Which is exactly why I want more.." Pushing me back harder until I am sitting on the corner of the desk he hooks a finger to pulls aside the lace of my panties and laves the flat of his hot tongue through my slick folds.. "Now, could ya just shut the fuck up and let me make you come?"

"Ooohhkay-" I sigh leaning back and surcumbing to the pure pleasure as he lifts one of my sneakers to rest on his shoulder, spreading my legs wider at his demand before he buries his face into my pussy to feast..

Time slows and the room spins as the sensation of a thousand flames licking my body burns through my system, scorching my soul and spirit so that I would never forget the feeling of his touch..

Holy shit..
No wonder this man is so fucking arrogant..
He's a god..