Free SevenSensuousDays by Tina Donahue

bed, nursing a hurt that wouldn’t go
away.
    Understanding softened her stance. Not that she could tell
him that or broach anything he wanted to forget. She was here to give him a
good time, right? She shouldn’t push him for any more than that. At least not
unless he wanted it, which he probably wouldn’t. Suppressing a sigh, she
murmured, “You and Wallace are such wusses.”
    Logan gave her a sidelong look. “Excuse me?”
    She continued to tease, figuring it might be the best way to
break through the fortress he’d built around himself. “I’ve used hair dryers
that were heavier than my purse, which is obviously more than you or he could
handle.” Tessa wiggled her fingers. “Go on, give it back to me. I’m used to
lugging stuff around. I’ll just toss it on the porch.”
    He slung the strap over his shoulder.
    “Careful,” she cooed. “Wouldn’t want you injuring yourself.”
    “Don’t you worry,” he drawled right back. “I don’t intend to
damage any part of me that I’m going to need during the next seven days.”
    Her attention dropped to his fly, the prominent ridge of his
cock pressing against it. Thick and erect, just as she’d suspected earlier. No
doubt fragrant with the scent of his musk. She fought a shiver of delight. “Good
to know.”
    “By the way,” he added, “before you strip, let down your
hair, literally. And when you do strip, leave on your sandals.” He studied them
with obvious appreciation, lingering on the black ribbons tied in bows around
her ankles.
    For the moment, Tessa left everything on, including the
coated band holding her ponytail. “You’re sure there’s no one else around? Not
that I mind,” she lied, given that she really wasn’t an exhibitionist. “However,
they might.”
    “Don’t see why.” His gaze trailed up her appreciatively,
pausing on her breasts. What she knew were the hard points of her nipples. “However,
there’s not one soul in the vicinity, unless someone’s flying overhead.”
    The sky was an unbroken mass of brilliant blue.
    He parroted her earlier words. “Alone at last.”
    Uh-huh. The reality excited and kind of daunted Tessa. Being
alone with him was somehow different than it had been with her other clients.
Maybe it was because Logan was so freaking hot and much closer to her age,
thirty-three according to the articles, which made him younger than many of her
other clients. Could be it was the sun pouring down on them, hiding nothing.
Certainly not like the relatively soft lighting at the auction—even when she’d
been on stage—that smoothed away a lot of her flaws.
    She ran her fingers over the side zipper of her shorts, not
yet confident enough to lower it. “Aren’t you going to undress too?”
    Slowly, almost stubbornly, Logan shook his head.
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t need to be naked for you to make us lunch.”
    Tessa stared, then laughed. “But I do?”
    “It’s what I want.”
    She thought he’d wanted to have sex. To bury his emotions in
the act, revealing none of himself. Instead, he wanted her stripped bare, at
least physically, while he remained dressed. Leaving her more defenseless than
him. This wasn’t turning out as she’d imagined.
    When she didn’t move, he asked, “Need help…or have you
changed your mind about this?”
    His question was more challenge than inquiry, triggering
something within Tessa. Genuine desire she’d buried and denied for too long because
of her self-doubt. If she caved and suddenly came on strong, tugging at his
clothing, wanting it off so he wouldn’t focus so much on her, they’d screw like
sex-starved monkeys and that would be that. Nothing more. Nothing deeper. Just
an escort and her client. With mindless fucking filling their seven days.
    It wasn’t nearly enough for her.
    She wanted to see more of what he’d already revealed about
his personality. He enjoyed teasing, playing, turning this into a test of
wills. An encounter he intended to