Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) Read online

  When we arrive at the club it’s already packed, but thankfully we are VIPs so we sail right past the mile long queue. Rihanna’s Rude Boy is blasting through the speakers sending jolts of electricity through my body and tingling at my toes. Dancing to heart thumping music is the next best thing to sex.

  “I’ve been waiting for this all week,” I scream over to Brooklyn while we wait at the bar for our drinks, swaying to the music.

  “Girl we are going to dance our asses off tonight, let loose and maybe make out with tons of sexy ass men,” she yells back at me while making kiss lips in my face.

  “Maybe you will be kissing a handful or two of guys, but my lips will not be. I will however, enjoy myself watching you make out with some sexy ass men. I can live vicariously through you.” I wink at her and pull my drink from her hand.

  We weren’t even halfway through our drinks before men start flocking to our table, offering to buy us drinks and take us to dance. Brooklyn was eating it up, she thrives for attention and she was never disappointed. I look at the men and think of Logan, there’s nothing wrong with dancing, as long it doesn’t go too far, I think and allow myself back on the floor. We dance for hours with a group of guys who were definitely easy on the eyes, two of them attempt to grab my ass and try to kiss me but I quickly put a stop to it and after a few rejections they get the hint.

  My feet start to ache and I decide to rest them at the bar and get a refill on my White Russian. As I reach into my purse I feel it vibrate and know it has to be Logan calling me or sending a goodnight text. My heart fluttered just thinking about him. When I pull my phone out and two new text messages on my screen, I’m right.

  Logan: Hey baby just wanted to see if you were having a good time, miss you xoxo

  I scroll to the next one and reading it puts the biggest smile on my face.

  Logan: You must be having a blast with Brooklyn, no worries love, I will see you tomorrow for lunch. Miss you so much, wish you were here

  I send a quick text back asking if he wanted me to leave and head over to spend the night, but he insisted I stay and have my girls night. After we’d danced for two more hours I look over to the bathrooms and see Brooklyn getting hot and heavy with one of the guys. He’ll be having a guest in his bed tonight, I think to myself. Well, at least one of us is getting laid.. Looks like I will, yet again, be having a date with my “B.O.B” -Battery Operated Boyfriend, while Brooklyn gets her world rocked by a real man. I sighed with frustration. I haven’t had sex since last Sunday, you would think Logan would be begging me to come over and rip his clothes off.

  I decide to send him another text, letting him know we were calling a cab and heading home. It was around 1:00 a.m. but I figured there was a chance he could still be awake. Brooklyn decided to leave her Jeep in the parking garage for the night and would have me drop her off to get it on my way to lunch with Logan tomorrow.

  “Who are you texting? Logan?” Brooklyn giggles, while trying to stand on the curb. Thankfully her boy toy isn’t too drunk and he helps her stand until we hail a cab. I had three drinks and wasn’t feeling anything besides a vague buzz, but I don’t want to chance driving and getting a DUI. It wouldn’t be the best idea after just getting promoted; I don’t need my face all over magazines like the one I work for. The downfall of having “Country Music’s Number One Duo” for your parents, everyone and anyone thinks your business is their business.

  “I’m texting Logan goodnight quickly and letting him know we’re heading home. He’s more than likely asleep by now, but you never know, maybe he had a lot of work to do and is still awake”.

  “Why text him to say goodnight? I think you should get your ass in that cab and have it bring you to Logan’s. Go pull that stick out of his ass and tell him you need some mind blowing, toe curling sex and you are not waiting until tomorrow!” She yells for the entire street to hear and then bursts out laughing again, man she really was trashed. Hopefully she stays awake long enough to even have sex with Mr. I look like a Rock Band wannabe.

  “You’re right; I think he would love for me to come over after five days of nothing! He should be over the moon if I show up ready to tie him up and show him a good time”, I giggle as Brooklyn makes a face of utter disgust, sticking her tongue out and making a gagging noise. Ignoring her I continue, “he text me earlier saying he missed me. I think he insisted on me coming out with you tonight only because he knew how badly I need to get out and have some fun after such a stressful week at work.”

  With that I made up my mind, why should she be the only one with a nice warm body in her bed tonight? I have a boyfriend and I have no reason to sleep alone. After seeing her all hot and heavy with “Tall and scrawny’, trying too hard to look like a bad boy over there, I needed sex…now.

  Sharing a cab ride with Brooklyn and her flavor of the hour is interesting to say the least. He’s kissing up and down her neck and collar bone and groping her ass in the back of the cab – this time it’s my turn to make a gag face. I finally learn his name is Trey, only because Brooklyn keeps saying it over and over as he caresses her body. I’m sure I won’t need this fact though, as I’m pretty certain neither of us will ever see him again after tonight.

  After the cab drops off the two love birds, I tell him to head over to the Flynn Hotel & Suites where Logan lived. I hope he isn’t too exhausted from working all night; he has a lot going on with new partners joining his modeling agency. If he is asleep though, I know a few ways to wake him up. I feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I step out of the cab, I don’t normally just pop in and surprise him but I think he’ll appreciate my spontaneity.

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  Chapter 2

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  I exit the elevator on the thirtieth floor and began the short walk to Logan’s room, taking care not to disturb the other guests at this hour. Pulling a key card from my pocket, I quietly slide it into the door and enter.

  All the lights in the suite are off, but I spot a small glow peeking out from under the bedroom door. Maybe he’s still awake I think, so I won’t have to worry about disturbing him.

  I put my silver heels by the door, set my clutch on the table, and tiptoe across the living room. I think I can hear the television, but I’m straining to tell from out here. I slowly turn the handle and peak my head into the bedroom,

  I was right about the television; it looks like Logan has fallen asleep amidst the throes of work. There are papers piled on the nightstand and strewn across his lap, poor thing, he’s been working so hard. He just had The Sunset Modeling Agency had recently signed on as partners with his company, Sanders Modeling & Acting, it was a multi-million dollar deal and he was beyond ecstatic when they finally got all the paper work to make it legitimate. They were now officially the largest modeling and acting agency in the United States.

  I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor beside my dress, followed by my panties.

  I hold my breath and crawl into bed beside him, taking a moment to admire the view, and being careful to not to ruin my surprise by waking him. Logan was probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen, let alone dated. His blonde hair fell across his eyes as he sleeps on his side; his muscles glisten under the light of the television, looking hard and strong. He’s unshaven today and I can see light stubbles of a beard on his face. I love it; he always looks so damn sexy with his hair tasseled all over the top of his head and a day old beard on his face.

  I get the urge to taste him and I run my tongue along his chiseled jaw, his hairs tickling my mouth. I make my way up to his earlobe, sucking it into my mouth and giving it a small bite. Logan stirs awake, eyes burning with passion as he gazes up at me. Completely naked, my skin burns for his touch. I slip my hands under the blankets and run them across his chest, letting them come to rest on his cheek as I suck his bottom lip. Climbing under the blankets I trace my fingers lower across his stomach and lightly grind my clit against
is thigh.

  Gripping his cock firmly, I begin shifting my hand up and down his impressive length until his, breathing becomes rapid and he hisses his breath out through clenched teeth. I can see the heat rising in his eyes as the deep blue sapphires glow in the light of the room.

  “You said you missed me and wished I was here with you, sooo here I am,” I whisper in his ear before licking his neck and nibbling on his ear as I stroke him up and down, over and over as his entire body tightens in orgasm underneath me.

  “Ohh God Savannah.” he growls gripping my arm in a painfully erotic manner. I suck lightly on his neck and trail kisses along his jaw, as he turns and puts his mouth over mine. With over whelming passion his tongue dives into my mouth, gently caressing my own and causing the throbbing between my thighs increase rapidly.

  I run my fingers through his hair and pull on it just enough to make him moan in a sweet concoction of pleasure and pain. He breaks away from my mouth and begins kissing my neck, sucking lightly and working his mouth down to my breasts.

  The smell of his skin tickles at my nose and I love it. It reminds me of the beach and his natural scent; fresh ocean breeze mixed with Logan, the smell is intoxicating. Logan takes my breast in his hands and then my nipple disappears into his mouth as he gently grazes it with his teeth and teases me with his tongue. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, I need him. Now.

  “I need you inside me” I whisper in his ear as I curl my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to me.

  He slowly trails kisses down my stomach and, climbing in between my legs he leans over me towards his night stand and pulls a condom out of the drawer. He has it on in record time, and begins gently massaging my clit, sliding two fingers slowly inside me and tracing his tongue across my top lip.

  Pulling away from my mouth he smiles down at me, “You taste so sweet; I think I could get drunk off your kisses.”

  My lungs start to burn and I realize I’m holding my breath; I let it out just as he breathes me in. We’re so close it’s almost tantric and I feel his passion like an ache, pouring from his eyes and consuming my naked body.

  “I love you so much,” I finally manage to get out, feeling paralyzed under his gaze. Kissing me one more time he declares his love back, before thrusting deep inside me. My back arches and my body tightens around his initial penetration, filling every inch of me until I don’t think I can take any more, he begins thrusting his hips over and over.

  I maneuver him onto his back and straddle him, taking his cock back inside me. From this position I can feel him deeply and it sends a tingling sensation through my entire body. The pleasure is intoxicating. I throw my head back in ecstasy as he grips my hips firmly, digging into my flesh. Running my hands along the ripples of his abs I let out a moan.

  “You feel amazing inside me Logan.” I said as I slid up and down his shaft.

  “God you look so hot right now,” he breathes, as he met me thrust for thrust. Grinding against him and stimulating my clit on his pubic bone, I begin to feel the quickening deep inside me. He reaches down and caresses me, helping me reach orgasm. I scream out in pleasure as it ripples through every fiber of my body.. As I start started to slow down and the jolts of pleasure begin to ease, Logan came hard and fast, flipping me over onto my back as he pumps into me.

  Completely exhausted we lie in each other’s arms and don’t realize we’ve fallen asleep. I wake five hours later to Logan’s alarm beeping; his usual Saturday morning call to go surfing. Even with only five hours of sleep, he looks amazing. I on the other hand resemble the walking dead, unable to function without a grand latte. .

  Logan sets an automatic timer on his coffee maker and it’s mornings like this that I love him for it. That and the fact his fridge is constantly stocked with French Vanilla creamer because he knows I can’t drink regular coffee without it. It was a warm morning in Los Angeles, probably in the mid 70’s, a perfect September day, so I decide to sit out on the balcony. It was relaxing out here looking over Hollywood Blvd. at the traffic and people on the streets.

  Following a quick breakfast and change, we head to the beach. Logan kept a spare board at his in case I fancied surfing; he was always thinking ahead.. Only dedicated surfers are out right now as it was only eight am, everyone else was probably home sleeping off a late night of partying, like I should be doing right now.

  I decide to lie and tan while he surfs, I did not have the energy to get out there and paddle around the ocean all morning. The sand was much more enticing, I could lie here all day, basking in the sun. There was nothing more relaxing than the roar of the waves crashing into the shore and the sound of seagulls passing over me, plus the view wasn’t too bad either.

  Logan never looks sexier than when he was surfing. It’s a sport he learnt from his father at a very early age, he thought for a while about trying to make a professional career out of it but decided it was too unstable. He decided instead to use his Hollywood connections to start his own modeling and acting agency.

  Today is definitely a perfect day for surfing, the waves are huge, or as Logan would say with his surfer slang, “they’re bomb.” He’s doing great out there; I could watch him all day and not get bored. He’s pumping along an eight foot wave, making an up and down carving movement that helps him create speed while riding it. He looked freaking hot, as every muscle along his tanned and toned body was smothered with water droplets and glistened in the sun. He could take my breath away without even trying.

  My iPhone starts blasting Hell on Heels, my very appropriate ringtone set for Brooklyn. I had forgotten all about needing to bring her to the parking garage to pick up her Jeep.

  Rolling over onto my stomach I dig the phone out of my crammed purse, I really need to clean this thing out, “Hey, how are you feeling after last night?”

  “I feel like the devil crawled into my skull and beat the living crap out of my brain with his trident.”

  “Brooklyn, I don’t know how you come up with some of the things that you say,” I giggle, “Thankfully I stuck firmly to my three drink rule, so I am feeling wonderful.” One thing about Brooklyn, she loves dancing, but loves drinking even more and she doesn’t seem to have a limit. A few times I was positive she would end up with alcohol poisoning but, like always, she was perfectly fine. I swear she could out drink an entire frat house without batting an eyelid.

  “Don’t rub it in biotch.…Sooo, are you heading home soon? Because I am in desperate need of a Starbucks latte. Since my Jeep is by the club; I’m having to slum it and drink this God awful coffee we have in the fridge.”

  I roll my eyes and let out a deep sigh, “I’m at the beach right now; Logan is surfing with a few of his buddies. He should be ready to leave soon because the kooks are starting to trickle onto the beach.”

  Flipping back over onto my butt and digging my toes in the sand I watch as group of younger kids walk towards the water with their surf boards. “You know how Logan feels about surfing when wannabe surfers are all over the waves. I have a feeling I’ll be home within the next hour.”

  Brooklyn starts laughing so loud in my ear that I have to pull the phone away before she blew my ear drum. “As usual your boyfriend is a stuck up snob, even at the beach. Hopefully he gets annoyed sooner rather than later so you can get your butt home. Oh and before I forget, Reagan text me earlier wanting to know if you were still down for shopping. He wants to find new cufflinks to wear to the gala and figured we could buy our dresses too.”

  “Alright, I’ll ask Logan if I can take a rain check on our lunch date and I’ll send a text to Reagan, see what time he wants to meet up. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hang up and start getting my stuff together.

  I’m curling my toes that are buried in the warm sand when I notice Logan strutting out of the water, carrying his board under his arm. The beach bunnies have begun their prowl now, running their wandering hands up his arms as he walked along the beach. They’re so desperate; it comes with the territory when you’r
e dating one of the most well-known men in Hollywood. I smile to myself as I see them flashing their puppy dog eyes at Logan as he points over to me and smiles.