My belly squeezed and my inner muscles clamped around his fingers. Logan’s eyes darkened and he pressed them deeper inside me. His voice lowered and he leaned down to brush his mouth softly over mine. “But right now I’m going to make love to you.”

Tears sprang to my eyes at the vow in his voice. A vow for so much more than great sex. I wrapped my arms around his back, sliding my hands over his smooth, hot skin. “Come inside me, Logan.” I whispered the invitation, and there was so much more in it that I meant to give. Logan heard it, and triumph gleamed in his eyes.

His fingers slipped out of me, and his hands circled my wrists. He raised my arms above my head and tightened his hold on me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he moved. I felt him hot and hard against my center, and then suddenly there was pressure as he pushed inside, eased by my slickness. He surged deep in me, his hands moving up from my wrists so his fingers could tangle through mine. Like this, he held me as he gently rocked inside me, taunting me toward climax and then yanking me back.

“Faster,” I pleaded.

A smile tugged at Logan’s lips. “We’re making love, Grace.”

“We can make love” – I panted – “a little faster.”

I raised my hips to punctuate my point, and Logan slammed back into me. I cried out at the deliciously growing pressure building inside of me. His teeth gritted, his muscles straining as his thrusts came harder, but he maintained an excruciatingly slow pace. He let go of my wrists to cup my arse, tilting me higher so he could slide in deeper. My hands gripped tight to his hips in response.

Our eyes stayed connected the whole time, the power of the intimacy between us overwhelming in its intensity.

The feeling inside me was building upward in a spiral, coiling tighter and tighter until my whole body tensed over a cliff edge. His fingers dug into my arse, his hips jerking harder and faster against mine as we neared what we were desperately reaching for.

One more push. “Logan,” I pleaded.

Another.

“Ohhh —” The tension inside of me exploded, an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before flowing through me.

My lower body shuddered against Logan’s, and I watched as he stiffened, his neck arched, his teeth gritted, and his eyes flared with fierce pleasure as his own climax moved through him. He jerked against me, his hold on me almost painful as he came.

Logan’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Those extraordinary eyes of his washing over my face as I lay there, my muscles warm and languid from the most amazing orgasm of my life.

“Trust me yet?” he said between pants.

I smiled at his sneakiness. “Don’t ask me serious questions when I’m on a post-orgasm high, Logan MacLeod.”

He grinned and settled over me, cupping my face with his hands. His lips brushed over mine softly, my mouth tingling at the gentle touch. “How many orgasms do you think it will take to get you to trust me?”

I giggled. “Hmm… I don’t know if orgasms are the way to go regarding trust. Addiction… yes.”

“Addiction?” He raised an eyebrow, looking far too pleased with himself. “First addiction, then trust?”

I opened my mouth to argue the complete lack of sense in that and then I frowned. “Why am I arguing about this?” I threw my arms out wide and let my legs fall farther open. “Ply me with orgasms if you think it will do the trick.”

His whole body shook against mine with his laughter.

CHAPTER 21

Two orgasms later I lay on Logan’s sofa, freshly showered (the location of the last orgasm) and eating the Chinese food he’d ordered.

He was sprawled out on the other end of the sofa, our legs tangling in the middle.

Logan was looking more than a little satisfied, I thought rather smugly, as he ate a huge mouthful of fried rice.

“Food good?” I said, a teasing smile on my lips.

Amusement sparked in his gaze. “Someone worked me hard. I’m starving.”

“I don’t recall being the demanding one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “‘Faster, Logan, faster.’”

I blushed and kicked at him, causing him to laugh, unrepentant.

“You’re a swine.” I huffed, my cheeks still on fire.

“I’m not complaining, babe,” he said, still chuckling.

I eyed him, unable to deny the warmth spreading across my chest. I’d never seen him like this, so relaxed and content. Is it me? I really wanted to believe I had the power to affect his moods as much as he did mine.

His smile disappeared. “What are you thinking about so hard?”

I covered my real thoughts with a lie. “How I gave in way too easily.”

Laughter danced in his gaze again. “It was pretty fast. Your heart really wasn’t in the fight.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know I avoid drama, and battling you was just drama I couldn’t be bothered with. It was easier to give in and try it out than it was to fight you off.”

“You make me sound so appealing.”

It was my turn to grin. “You’re all right.”

“Just all right?” He lowered his plate to give me the full blast of his sensual focus. “Do I have to remind you already about the three orgasms?”

“You’re counting my orgasms? Really, Logan.” I snorted.

“Pretend all you want. We both know I blew your fucking mind.”

I giggled. “You have quite the ego, sweetheart. It wouldn’t be good for me to stroke it too often.”




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