Illicit

Chapter Thirty Five- Burning Fire

"I can't be THAT woman, Logan..."

"Then just be Naomi and I'll be Logan. No ties. No labels...Just you and me together..." He moved closer to her until she placed her hand out in front of her. The ring was literally between them as she looked down at it then at him.

"You can't truthfully tell me that you love him."

She remained quiet, as it was in fact true. "But I love how he makes me feel."

"How's that?"

"Secure."

"I don't?" Suddenly he pushed her up against the door, with a hard grip on her waist. "This doesn't make you feel secure?" After swallowing hard, her lips parted and he pushed his waist against hers. "I told you I won't force you-"

"Then let me go..."

"You can easily leave. I'm not forcing you to stay here. But answer me one thing."

She glared as her breath was continuously heavy, awaiting his question.

"Do you love me?"

"What good is it to answer that? I say yes and we spend tonight as if neither of us has obligations. I say no, we both end up hurt." He moved backwards.

"You do then."

"I never said-"

"Your reasons or consequences or excuses...whatever the hell they are...They don't deny this..." He brought his hand to her chest and placed it over her heart as her breath hitched. "The feeling you get when you look at me. The racing heart, the dirty thoughts...the tightness you have when you press those thighs together, begging I'll just walk away while at the same time I'll throw you up against the nearest wall. I'm here Naomi. And I am only yours."

He moved his lips towards hers before slowly bringing up his hand and turning her chin so his lips landed upon her neck. Her hands moved to his shoulders as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes and running her fingers through his hair. Upon doing so, her eyes opened at the exact moment the ring came into her view as it was wrestling with his jet black strands. She pushed him off before turning and placing her hand on the lock of the hotel room.

"Are we going to spend the rest of our lives as strangers then?" Logan asked as he ran his fingers through his long locks before meeting with her gaze. "Me not pretending to think of you straddling me on that couch? With my tongue along your neck? Moving down your body until you can't take it anymore and beg me to take you? Is that what you wish for me?"

She turned, flushed from his words, before then looking him dead in the eye. "I can't betray my morals-"

"Screw your morals..." he said as he began unbuckling his jeans. "Screw Declan. Screw Erwin. And I beg you, on my knees..." He paused...placing himself dead in front of her, with her back pinned on the wall beside the door. "Screw me..."

"I'm engage-" He took her hand and ripped the ring off her finger before sliding it across the counter. "Now you're mine." He lifted her around him as her dress fell around his arms and he sat her on the bed across the room. Wasting no time, they both disposed of their clothes before he snatched a condom from his wallet before she placed her hand on his chest.

"Please don't make me stop-" He begged as he gripped her side. Out of breath, she shook her head and placed herself on top.

"If we are doing this...I wanna be in control." She teased as she snatched the protection from his hand and placed it before then placing herself onto him. Instantly, they both let out a moan of a rekindled romance. Her mouth shot open as his hips did nothing to treat her easy. He sat up with her nails deep in his shoulders as he pulled her hair back, kissing her neck and down to her chest before she began to moan loudly. He smirked before he could not longer contain himself and he threw her down as the final movements of their love making was put to a halt as he gripped the pillow and she gripped a sheet and the his back.

"You are mine Naomi Anders. No matter whose last name you have."