She pulled back to look at him and joked, “I can only think of one thing.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Well, yeah, that. But I meant, like . . . I don’t know, anything else? To help you. I don’t know, during, after . . . ?”
She blinked as she realized he was serious. “Oh.” God, he was such a good guy. “Well . . . it’s going to be a little awkward, but as soon as we’re done, I need to raise my hips. That helps, supposedly.” She flicked her chin toward the curved wood headboard of the sleigh bed. “I figure I’ll just swing my legs up over that. Maybe you could shove a pillow under my hips. That’s about it, I think.”
“Easy enough.” He leaned over her, slowly easing her back to lie down again. He hovered over her, leaning up on his elbows as his body settled on top of hers. With a playful grin, trailing his fingertips along her face, he murmured, “All right then, Long Island Lady. Let’s get you pregnant.”
Chapter Sixteen
Tenderly, Logan lowered his head and consumed her mouth with his in a deep, sumptuous kiss. Talk about pressure to perform. If they could just get this first time out of the way, get past the awkward fumbling as they learned each other . . . the chemistry was there. The trust was there. They just had to get past the first round.
She needed him to be a calm, assuring presence. He sensed that as soon as he’d walked through the door. The look in her eyes . . . He’d seen such vulnerability there. It wasn’t what he’d come to expect from her, and made him immediately want to comfort her and put her at ease. And yes, he’d done that, but now he had to seal the deal.
He wasn’t in bed with her just because he was a lucky guy and this gorgeous woman was attracted to him. He was there for a very specific purpose, and that was the most important thing.
It helped that they liked each other. It helped that they were friends now. It helped that they’d spent some time together, getting to know each other more and getting more comfortable around each other. It helped that she’d worn that unbelievably gorgeous nightie, the soft color so beautiful against her delicate skin, the satin and lace enticing him. But he had a job to do.
“Tess . . .” he whispered against her skin. Biting down softly on her earlobe, drawing a gasp from her, he trailed his lips and tongue along her neck. “Close your eyes. Stop thinking. Just feel. It’s going to be okay.” He reached up to caress her body over the smooth silk, marveling at how perfectly her small breast fit in his large hand, like she was made for him. He covered her in kisses. “It’s going to be better than okay. If you let yourself go a little, I’ll make sure it’s going to be great.” He fondled one breast, then the other. She undulated under his touch, her nipples pebbling through the silk. His heart beat harder, lust flooding him, making his cock swell. “We’re going to make this happen. If not tonight, then another night. As many tries as it takes. But we got this. So relax, Tess. Okay?”
He pulled up to look at her, and her eyes seemed to glow with appreciation. Finally she smiled and whispered, “You’re a really good friend.” She sifted her fingers through his hair, gripping his head to bring his mouth back to hers.
He kissed her deep and hot, letting the growing hunger inside him take over. She responded instantly, kissing him back with matching passion, their tongues tangling. They kissed, caressed, pressed their bodies together, letting their hands roam and their mouths devour.
He kissed his way down her body over the soft silk, down between her breasts, down her belly . . . He nudged the hem of the negligee up with his face until he could kiss the skin of her belly.
“Your beard is tickling me,” she whispered. “I love it.”
He smiled against her skin and circled his tongue around her navel, then trailed it lower. With a gasp, her fingers twisted in his hair as her breathing got choppy and soft sighs turned into needy moans.
He ran his fingers over her satiny panties and felt the heat there. The thin material was already damp. A surge of something like victory rushed through him; she was with him, as aroused as he was. He peeled the panties off of her, trailing his fingers down her thighs and following the motion with hot, openmouthed kisses. He’d been dying to let his hands run up and down her mile-long legs from the first day he’d seen her, and this was a dream come true. He savored it, letting his mouth follow wherever his hands traveled.