Irreplaceable

My hands were clammy on his back, caressing, running my nails over the powerful strength he possessed in his perfect body. The groan that escaped him pushed me to continue, knowing he was enjoying my exploration of his body.

Slowly, I trailed my hands down his side and up and down over the muscles in his solid forearms. I couldn’t control myself—my body wanted him in every way, grinding against him to the point that my legs were painfully tight from the feeling of his erection pressed into me.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he whispered against my neck, reading my mind.

Before I knew it, he was unraveling himself from my hold and sitting up, smiling down at me.

“Don’t move,” Logan said as he stood from the bed and walked around to the end, where he spread my legs apart and settled between them. Slowly, he leaned down while my hands covered my stomach, unsure what to expect when he unsnapped the button on my jeans and drew down the zipper.

“Lift your hands over your head. I want to see all of you,” he instructed, and I did so immediately.

His eyes darkened as I lay there stretched out, my hands twisted above my head. I clutched the bottom of the headboard with a tight grip, needing something to hold onto as my body waited in anticipation.

“There, yes, just like that.”

Undeniably aroused and not afraid to express it, I ran my tongue over my parched lips as Logan placed his hands on my hips, digging his fingers into the hem of my jeans, his thumbs circling and teasing my searing flesh.

His head dipped down and placed a slow kiss across my stomach as his hands ran down my legs until they were holding my ankles. I felt his fingers grip the fabric of my jeans there and slowly begin pulling them down my clammy legs, my body stretching out with each tug. The rush of the last rapid movement before my jeans were tossed on the floor was exhilarating, leaving my body pulsing in waves on the bed as it settled back down.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He looked pained, his voice stressed as he stared down at me.

Realizing I was there in nothing but panties I’d thrown on the morning after my shower, my cheeks warmed and my head shot up to do a quick peek to see what panties I was wearing. To my relief and his obvious approval, I relaxed back down after seeing the white lace.

Logan took me in, inch by inch, his tongue wetting his lips. In the darkness, with only the light of the moon filtering in through the curtains, he stood tall, a broad chest of rippled muscles and beautiful dark features regarding me as no man had before.

“You have no idea what you do to me—how long I’ve wanted you, ached for you in ways I never imagined.” He shook his head, his eyes closing as he continued. "So many incredible fantasies have overwhelmed my thoughts, my dreams, night after night for months now.” He opened his bright eyes. His lips were straight—serious. “Yet none of them can compare to seeing your beautiful body stretched out over this bed now, waiting for me. Only you, Cassandra—you’re the only woman that has made me feel like this.”

Logan’s eyes halted their appraisal as they focused on my thigh. Without a word, he traced his finger over my wound, now practically healed but still slightly tender. I winced not from the sting, but from the impact of his gentle touch there.

His eyes shot up, searching mine. We’d come so far, and I wouldn’t let past events dictate our future together. Offering him a soft, reassuring smile, I watched as he bent forward and placed a lingering kiss over the scar I’d carry forever.

Caught in the moment of his loving act, I gasped when his fingers slid over and hooked inside my panties, then slowly peeled them away. The thin fabric hung around my ankles for a moment, and then it was gone.

“Let go,” he said. I released my hold and brought my arms back down beside me.

The longer I lay there, the harder it was to control my eagerness to feel him against me as he stared down at my naked sex, his hands roaming up and down my thighs.

“I won’t be able to stop this time,” he said, eyes moving slowly up to mine.

There was no chance to reply. As I processed the weight of his admission, he dropped to his knees on the floor, grasping the backs of my thighs and tugging me down until my legs were propped over his shoulders. I could only see the outline of his frame, but it didn’t matter.

My back arched up, hands fisting the sheets as he ran his tongue over me, exploring me as no one else had before. I could feel the spring tightening in my gut, the uncontrollable need growing and growing until he removed his mouth.

I jerked back, ready to complain, but I didn’t have to. He knew what I wanted, what I needed, and was set on giving it to me. My entire body stiffened as I felt his finger slide inside, and then his lips were back where I needed them.

“Logan! Please!”

My body jerked up to a sitting position as he slid his finger around, my hands flying up into his hair, fisting it as my release grew closer and closer until I was screaming his name and my body was falling back, bucking wildly until I was left soaking wet and ready for more.

I lay there, my head swimming with absolute bliss when I felt him release my legs from his shoulders and climb over me. He pulled me into his arms, bringing me farther up the bed until my head was resting on my pillow.

I hadn’t even seen him remove his pants, let alone his boxer briefs; however, his erection pressing at my entrance got my blood pumping again and heart racing, reminding me there was more to come. Much more.

His lips were on my stomach, kissing, when I heard him speak. “Condom.”

Condom? No problem, there, thanks to Hilary’s goodie bag. I reached over into my nightstand, pulled one out, and tore it open with my teeth.

He smiled, taking it from me and rolling it on. The darkness and my sated hangover left me unable to see his manhood, and I couldn’t deny the disappointment in that. But then again, the night was still young.

“I’m shocked Mr. Playboy doesn’t keep one handy.”

I wanted to slap a hand over my mouth as the smile fell from his face. But he seemed to shake it off, hovering back over me and nipping at my nipple.

“My plans tonight involved spending time with you, doing anything you wanted as long as we were together. This incredible turn of events wasn’t expected, so no, I didn’t feel the need to keep them handy.”

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I didn’t mean—”

“Shhh, I know.” With that, his lips were on mine as his erection pressed against me again. “Tell me you really want this. That you want me—us.”

I couldn’t help myself as I cupped his face and held his gaze.

“Us. I want us…ahhh.” I winced as he slid into me, stretching me.

He was so big it took a moment to adjust. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his eyes wide. “You’re so…tight. I’ve never felt anything so…”

“Please, I’m fine. Move. Just…I…I need more,” I pleaded, clawing at his back, pumping my hips up to meet his thrust.

“Cassandra.”

With each thrust of his hips, I melted into him, my mouth roaming over the swells of his arms, his tight muscles. My hands couldn’t get enough, digging into his hair, bringing him closer. The moans that spilled out of me were like no other—strong, fierce, and full of life. I’d never felt so wanted, so needed, so adored.