“No.” He raised his eyes to hers. “Of dying before I killed him.”
She stared at him then for a long time, and the air between them didn’t heat with passion the way it had been doing since they met, but it shifted. In those few seconds Logan felt his world tilt, their answers tethering them together. When she lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, he let her control the intensity, pulling her closer, wanting more of her, but not wanting to put any more fear into her head than she already had. She kissed him tenderly, planting soft kisses along his lower lip. He closed his eyes and lowered himself to his back, wanting, needing to be touched. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and slanted her lips over his, deepening the kiss, until it felt like salvation. She kissed him hungrily, and he met her efforts, as if they each could provide redemption to the other. Him from his past, her for a future. He couldn’t hold back. He wanted to claim that redemption, to claim her as his own. In one swift move he swept her beneath him and spread her legs with his knees, the tip of his arousal pressed against her swollen, wet flesh.
“Condom,” he breathed against her lips.
“I’m on the pill.”
He knew he should be worried about STDs, but he wasn’t. For the first time in his life sex felt like more than just a release, and he wanted to feel every bit of her velvety heat. He wanted to possess the woman who’d kissed him like he was hers—and damn did he want to be hers.
But he needed her to have peace of mind.
“I’m clean, Stormy. Tested religiously every thirty days.”
“Fuck me, Logan.”
That stopped him cold, and he drew back, pinning her to the mattress with his eyes alone. “No.”
Disappointment flashed in her eyes. Disappointment. Not fear, not annoyance. He knew this was different for her, too.
“I want to make love to you.”
Her mouth dropped open, and for a moment he thought he’d fucked up, misread everything.
“Yes,” she whispered. She pressed on the back of his hips, guiding his throbbing cock inside her.
He pushed in until he was buried to the hilt, then stilled at their first joining. Her lips curled up in a smile, and for the first time, her smile reached her eyes. His chest grew tight at the look in her eyes, a different type of tightening than anger or regret, and he never wanted to lose this feeling. He sealed his lips over hers as they moved in perfect sync. Her hips met his deep, slow thrusts. He was in no hurry to find his release. Logan kissed her jaw, her neck, settled his teeth over her shoulder and bit down, earning him a sexy moan. Her hips bucked off the mattress. He laced his fingers with hers, holding her hands beside her head so he could gaze into her eyes as her body swallowed his hard length time and time again. Her body arched toward him. Her soft curves molded to his strength. The warmth of her soft flesh was intoxicating.
“Logan…” A heady whisper.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, nibbled her lower lip. “You feel incredible. So big. So…good.” Her eyes filled with lust, surprise, and unfathomable beauty. “I’m going to….”
With his next thrust, she slammed her eyes shut. Her legs flexed, and her fingernails dug into the backs of his hands.
“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me. Come for us.”
Her eyes flew open, and he saw confusion in her gaze, and hell if he wasn’t confused, too, but he felt something, and he wasn’t about to ignore it. He didn’t know if he’d ever feel it again.
He sealed his mouth over hers, grinding his hips in a circular motion, stroking all the nerves that kept her at the peak of her release, until she tore her mouth away with the need for air. Seeing her in the heat of ecstasy, her lips parted, eyes closed, hair spread out around her, was too much. A fine sheen of sweat between her breasts met his chest as he thrust deeper. He was lost in the pulsing heat around his cock, as they spiraled over the edge together, clawing for purchase wherever they could grab hold. Her legs locked around his waist as she mewed into his mouth, tightening around him, unwilling to set him free. Not that he wanted to be freed. Hell no. He was exactly where he wanted to be, buried deep inside the woman who finally made him feel again.
Chapter Five