He took over and she gladly let him, giving herself up. Pounding into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and lusty groans and labored breathing took them quickly to another level they’d never hit before. He grunted over her, driving into her with mindless animal lust. She urged him on with her moans and motions . . . then she cried out his name, her head dropping down as the shouts tore from her throat. The erotic sounds sent him flying over the cliff. He dug his fingers into her hips as he groaned and bucked and shuddered and emptied himself deep inside her.
They fell to the mattress together in a tangled, sweaty heap, her hair everywhere, both of them breathing as hard as if they’d run a race. He held her close, spooning her, her back to his front as they worked to calm down.
Finally, he dropped a tender kiss on her shoulder. “There’s no way in hell you can think I don’t really want you after that.” He moved her hair aside to better expose her skin and kissed her shoulder again. His sexy voice rumbled in her ear, sending tiny shivers over her. “What Carrie said? She’s dead wrong. I don’t give a fuck about your money, and you know that. And yes, our deal is our deal, but I’m insanely attracted to you.” His hand ran down the length of her side, stopping at her hip. “Please tell me you know that?”
God, what he was doing to her. And he had no idea. She nodded and let her eyes slip closed. “I know that, Logan.”
“Okay. Good.” He kissed her neck and pulled her even tighter against him, closing one hand around her breast and one on her waist as he cradled her.
She let herself glory in how it felt to be held by him, the smell and feel of him . . . then she tried to pull away. “Gotta raise them up,” she murmured.
He let her go more slowly than usual. She swung her body around into position, lifting her legs up over the smooth curved headboard. He pushed a pillow under her hips. They lay together in silence.
She waited for him to do what he always did: go to get them both water, talk for a few minutes, then leave for the night. And it took a minute, but then he did get up from the bed and pad out quietly, and he did bring back a bottle of water for her, sitting on the bed beside her as usual.
“I’m glad we’re friends,” he said softly, gazing down at her.
“I am too,” she said. “I’m glad we can talk openly like we did tonight.”
“Same here. And I feel like . . . you heard me. You know. So that’s the end of that.” He paused, as if he were going to say more, then drank more water instead. “I better get going. I’m tired.”
“I’m exhausted. You destroyed me here. That was . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“I’m not sure what that was,” he admitted in a whisper. “But holy hell, it was intense. You’re more than a tigress, you’re a damn lion.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and he leaned down to kiss her lips. “I hope I didn’t leave bite marks. Or bruises on your hips . . . oh man. You’re gonna be marked up tomorrow. You have such pale skin . . . I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said firmly. “I loved it. Besides, you don’t get away with nothing. You’ll be feeling those scratches when you shower.” She couldn’t help but grin back.
“Ah shit,” he laughed. “Probably true.” He stared into her eyes. “We’re cool?”
“Totally.” Her heart squeezed as a voice whispered in her head. Liar. You’re a hot mess. Get him out before you beg him to stay. “Get home safely, okay?”
“I will, don’t worry. Always do.”
“Thanks for the flowers, and dinner.”
“My pleasure. Thanks for the ski pass. And wearing that incredible dress, and . . . everything. Tonight was . . .” He paused, seeming to search for the right words. Finally he said, “It was certainly memorable.”
She snorted out a laugh. “It was that.”
“Seriously, most of it was great. Think of the good parts.” He stroked her hair with tender fingers, making her heart ache and want more. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
He gave her a small smile and rose from the bed. She watched him get dressed, her mind racing and her heart in turmoil. She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted him to hold her all night as she dealt with these astonishing new realizations, these intense feelings she’d been clobbered by tonight. She wanted him, period. But she couldn’t act on it, or tell him. Ever. It was a dealbreaker and she knew it.