Hayley lay in bed next Logan, trembling with anticipation. Like lovesick teenagers, they’d raced back to the room. She’d had sand in places sand shouldn’t ever reside, but in the shower, Logan had proven adept in cleaning her every nook and cranny.
Now he looked ready to devour her. Again. He leaned forward and cupped her breast, suckling the soft peak and laving it to hardness with his tongue. Hayley’s eyes drifted closed, and she sighed against the lovely assault. Then she felt Logan’s hand on her other breast, cupping and kneading, then…oh yes, then his mouth encircled her nipple.
Heat flooded her as Logan played with her breasts, his mouth warm and wet and hungry, his hands drifting down her rib cage, over her hip, down the inside of her thigh, then up again. She squirmed and moaned, arching up, offering her breasts as a sacrifice, as penance.
Lust made her wet, made her slick and needy. She lifted her hips, a silent begging, then felt a hand slid into her curls and dipped inside.
“Oh God. Oh yes.” She pumped against the teasing fingers, pressed against the palm cupping her so boldly, and all the while Logan loved on her breasts, stroking, touching. He pressed against her, and she felt the thick length of his cock against her thighs.
“Hayley,” Logan breathed in her ear, his lips against her temple, his thumb and finger squeezed her hard nipple. “Baby, I want you.”
“I think you’ve more than proven that. But I think it’s time I show you just how much I want you.” She crawled onto the solidly muscled form of her gorgeous man as he stretched out on the bed. He was ready for her, his cock hard and thick, his eyes glazed with passion. His pleasure was her pleasure. She lowered herself onto his cock and let her inner muscles stroke him.
As she stretched out over him, she whispered, “Take me.”
He did as she demanded, his smooth, long strokes filling her. Her clit trembled, her over-sensitized body reaching for release.
Her body tingled, rivulets of fire and need prickling through her. Logan bucked under her, his cock pumping now. She moved, too, no longer passive in her desire. She rolled her hips against him, both of them sweating and groaning. Her breasts scraped Logan’s chest, and her buttocks slapped against his thighs.
Heat coiled low in her belly, arrowing to her center, blooming like a fire flower. “Oh God,” she moaned. “This. This so much.”
Their movements were frantic now.
“Yes, baby,” Logan said. “I love the way you feel around me. So tight and wet. So hot.” His fingers gripped her thighs, urging her to move faster. “Fuck yes. You make me so hard, so goddamn hard. I’m going to…”
“Logan,” she cried out as pleasure rippled through her, a wave of blinding bliss that made her scream.
She had barely caught her breath when she felt Logan tense. He pushed deeply inside her, groaning his release as emptied himself inside her again. She collapsed on top of him, her tongue swiping the sweat beading his neck.
“Convinced,” she said when she caught her breath.
“Oh, yeah,” Logan said. “More than.”
Hayley rolled to her side after his softening length slid from her body. Her sweat slick breasts pressed against his ribs. “You know the timing for this couldn’t be worse. Ben texted me. The trial starts next week.”
“We’ll get through it, babe. Together.”
She loved hearing him call her babe, almost as much as she loved knowing he would stand by her during the trial, but… “Your family. How will they react to you dating a poor social worker and the prime witness in a high profile murder case? Hell, forget your family, how is the world going to react? The first time you show up at the courthouse, the reporters are going to make you the story, not the fact that Santos, an evil bastard, killed my friend in cold blood.” Hayley shivered as she pushed away the awful memory of that night. “I don’t want this whole mess to turn into a circus.” She shook her head.
“I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re all I care about. I don’t want my presence to shift focus from the trial. Still, if you want me there, I’ll wear a disguise. Seriously. I’ll put on a wig and wear a dress if I have to. I’ll support you however you want, Hayley.”
“You have the legs for an A-line skirt,” she said, a grin tugging at her lips. She kissed him, her nipples going hard as he turned toward her, his chest rubbing against her breasts. “Thank you.” She kissed him again, afraid to voice her real fears. Santos had the backing of some very powerful people in the world of organized crime. If they went public at the trial, Logan would become a target for the killer. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Logan stroked her hair. “You’ll never have to find out.”
Hayley closed her eyes and prayed that was true.