“I don’t know. I have breaks in between movies.”
“What do you do on these breaks?”
“Clean my condo. Go catch up on movies I haven’t seen. Reconnect with my friends. Visit my parents. Read scripts for new projects.”
“That’s not a vacation.”
She gave him a look. “Isn’t that a little like the pot calling the kettle black? When do you take vacations?”
“I’m not unhappy.”
“But are you fulfilled? Do you have everything you want, Logan?”
He didn’t answer for a few seconds, then said, “I’m satisfied.”
“Now you’re avoiding. I think you’re just like me. Satisfied means you’re okay, but you feel like there are holes in your happiness.” She stood and walked to the edge of the deck and stared out over the vast expanse of land. “For a while I was content with that. Now I’m not. I don’t want there to be holes anymore.”
He got up and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Only you can do what it takes to make yourself happy, Des. No one else can be responsible for that.”
She took a deep breath, sliding her hands along his muscled forearms. “I know.”
“So what do you need?”
She leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Right now? Just this. To be with you here tonight with a million stars overhead and no one else around.”
“And tomorrow?”
She turned and laid her hands on his chest. “Screw tomorrow. I don’t want to think about tomorrow when today was so perfect, and tonight I’m here with you.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her, and every other thought left her mind except his hands on her and the way his mouth moved over hers. Logan had a way of making her forget everything that wasn’t important. And what could be more important than the seductive slide of his hands down her back, his tongue tangling with hers, or the sounds he made as he backed her against the wall of the deck?
She found it hard to breathe as he slid his hand under her shirt and palmed her stomach. Logan’s touch was always magical, zipping through her nerve endings and making her feel as if she’d never experienced these kinds of sensations before.
And when he lifted her tank tops over her head, she went for his shirt, too.
He took a step back and drew his shirt off.
It was dark, very little moon tonight, but she used her sense of touch to slide her hands over his chiseled abdomen and up over his chest. Her heart beat a staccato rhythm as he slipped his arm around her and undid her bra, then drew it down her arms and cast it on the pile of clothes on the chair.
She met his gaze, wishing it were light outside so she could see his eyes, but she felt his heartbeat pounding away like hers, and when he brushed his fingers over her nipple, she gasped, her body going haywire as he rubbed back and forth, shocks of pleasure shooting straight to her core.
But there was more to come because he shifted her, and then his mouth was at her breast. Her world spun as he flicked his tongue over the bud, then pulled it fully into his mouth to suck.
“Logan.” She grasped his hair and held on, feeling dizzy, sizzling with the need to make these sensations go on forever. He worked her other nipple, then kissed the underside of her breast, dropped to his knees and tugged her shorts and panties down. She stepped out of them.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Des?”
She looked down at him. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, you are. Every part of you, from your cute, pink painted toes to your long legs and your amazing eyes. And right here, too.” He put his mouth on her and swiped his tongue across her sex.
She trembled, letting out a moan as he brought her to new heights of pleasure. Des focused on the stars as Logan focused his mouth on the center of her universe, until she tightened her fingers in his hair, unable to hold back her moans of pleasure. And when she let go, she released with a loud cry. Logan held on to her as her knees buckled, the strength of her orgasm making her tremble.
He was right there seconds later, his face even with hers, pulling her against him, his erection brushing her hip as he kissed her with a force of passion that rocked her and brought her right back to that feverish desire she’d felt only moments ago.
She fumbled with the button of his jeans, and he helped her. He broke the kiss only long enough to free himself, grab a condom, and put it on, and then he’d backed her against the wall, spread her legs, and slid inside her.
She loved the passion, the need he seemed to feel to be with her. It was the same hunger that fueled her, and when he thrust inside her, she kissed him, flicking her tongue against his, mindless with the passion that never seemed to lose its fuel whenever she was with him.
He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, flaming her fire to incendiary levels. She whimpered as he drove deeper, rubbing against that sensitive spot that tingled and tightened within her while she was grasping his cock, claiming him as hers.
He pulled back, searching her face. “Des.”
The strain in his voice as he moved against her reflected what she felt. The tension, the need that occupied every nerve ending in her body, that stretched her taut on a rack of need, making her body tighten as he pulled back, then slid within her again, hitting every one of her pleasure spots until the stars she saw weren’t in the sky but within.
She held tight to his shoulders as she fought for balance, as she hovered right on the brink until he rolled against her. When she released, he was right there with her, catapulting both of them over the edge. He grasped her chin and held her, kissing her with a passion that only served to batter her senses with an onslaught of pleasure that brought tears to her eyes.
She was shaking as she floated back down to earth, her limbs hardly able to hold themselves upright. Fortunately, Logan had a firm hold on her as they disentangled and they made their way back into the house.
“Shower?” he asked.
“Yes.” He turned on the shower and they climbed inside. Logan gently washed her, and she had the pleasure of running her hands over his body. They dried off and Logan stepped out onto the deck to grab their clothes and bring them inside.
“Would you like to stay tonight?” he asked.
She nodded.
“What time do you have to be back tomorrow?”
“We don’t film tomorrow. We have two days off.”