And then he waited, not demanding, not seeking entry. Just waited. And she found it easy to let him in. She dropped her hands and watched as he undid the buttons on her shirt and slipped his hands inside, gently easing the cloth from her shoulders.
“So damn beautiful, Sam.” His words held a weight to them, a thickness she knew was honesty. He wasn’t telling her what he thought she needed to hear. Somehow, he saw something other than the wounds and the angry puckering of skin that hadn’t yet healed when he looked at her.
He kissed the skin around her breasts, careful to stay far away from her injuries.
She wanted more. Needed so much more from him.
Logan’s teasing continued as he worked his way down her body, kissing her everywhere. He set her ablaze and she whimpered, running her hands through his hair, gripping tight. She pulled him more tightly to her and panted with need when he removed her pants and panties. He wasted no time in finding his way to the center of that need. His mouth found her wet and ready for him and she pressed her hips higher. He answered the unspoken prayer in her head and cupped her clitoris with his mouth.
The wet heat enveloped her and she cried out, then covered her mouth with her hands. He didn’t pull his mouth from her when he chuckled and the vibration wrenched another moan from her body.
She let her hands find his shoulders and pulled him closer. “I need you inside me, Logan. Please.”
He took his time returning to her, his mouth continuing to torture her as he worked his way up her body. His fingers continued to tease her wet folds. He circled and slid inside and out again, circling over and over until she thought she would go mad.
And then those talented fingers pressed down on her clitoris in just the right way, with just the right pressure, and Sam’s orgasm exploded, washing over her. She clung to him as he kissed her and held her through it all. And, when the rolling waves subsided, he was there, watching her face with a look of awe.
“I want you,” she said bluntly and for once, she actually intended the thought to slip out. She needed him to know how much she wanted him. How much she needed to feel him fill her, for them to come together and melt to pieces in one another.
Logan stood and pulled his wallet from his back pocket to retrieve a condom and Sam realized, with a jolt, he still wore his clothes. She lay on the bed, completely stripped bare before him.
“Not fair,” she murmured.
“What’s that, angel? What’s not fair?” Logan began to undo the button and zipper of his pants.
“You’re wearing an overabundance of clothing,” Sam said with a grin and he shucked pants and socks.
“Better?”
“The best,” Sam said with a languid sigh as she reached out and ran a hand over the muscles cut into his stomach.
She let her hand fall down his body, tracing the scars on his hip. She licked her lips as her hand wrapped around the soft steel shaft jutting out toward her. Logan hissed through clenched teeth and she pulled back.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said, but she almost laughed at how tightly he clenched his teeth while he spoke.
She bit her lip and looked up into his eyes as she reached her hand back out. She wanted him inside of her so badly, her hands trembled with the thought of it.
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan said and rolled the condom over his length. She must have voiced one of her thoughts aloud, she realized, as he lowered himself over her.
Sam wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His gaze met and held hers as she felt the tip of his erection begin to glide up and down her wet slit. He slid inside her, only allowing the first few inches to enter and she moaned, pressing her hips up. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
“Slowly,” he said, pulling out before easing back in again. “Samantha,” he said on a pained groan, “you feel so incredible. So damn amazing.”
“More,” was all she could whimper in response.
He obliged, pressing his full length into her in a long, languid motion that seemed to curl her toes and set her on fire. She moved her hips in small circles as he set a pace entirely too slow and tortuous for her. Where on earth did he get the kind of control he seemed to have?
“Faster, Logan. Please.”
“Can’t,” he ground out between jaws clenched tight with fierce concentration.
“Yes, you can,” she whispered as her tongue teased the lobe of his ear. She followed that with a small nip and he went wild, just as she’d hoped.
He bit out a curse, wrapping one arm around her waist as he slammed into her, setting a pace that made Sam see stars. Her body clenched around him and another orgasm built, more slowly this time, but with no less intensity.
As he let out a guttural cry and came inside her, Samantha felt her own orgasm wash over her, snapping all control. She bit down on his shoulder, sinking her teeth much harder than she’d intended into the taut muscle, but that only seemed to make him wilder. When the last of the searing pleasure drained, Logan was there, holding her.
He turned them so they lay on the bed together, his hands still running over her sensitized skin.
“Incredible, Sam,” he whispered, his eyes still on her. “You’re incredible.”
Sam closed her eyes and let his words wash over her. She had never felt so treasured with any other man. The care he took with her, the way he made sure she orgasmed before he did, all of it made her feel special.
Logan might think his time in the military had damaged him in some way, but she knew otherwise. She knew he was stronger than he could see right now.
He’d realize it eventually, but until then, she’d hold him up just like he held her up. She’d help him to see how incredible he was, just as he helped her to see how beautiful she was. They made each other whole in that way.
His words continued in soft, sweet whispers as she drifted off to sleep, and slept dreamlessly for the first time since the attack. A small part of her felt the way his arms held her tightly the entire night. The way he kissed her temple when she stirred and whispered in her ear until she fell back to sleep. The way he didn’t leave her side until she woke with the first rays of the rising sun, and he made love to her again.
Chapter 23
Ernie’s car was the only one that turned right at the end of the road that led out of Sam’s town house complex. Logan and Sam were in another car and Zach and Chad in a third. Both cars turned left to head toward One Church Plaza, where Sutton Capital’s office was located.
Billy stretched across the back seat of Logan’s car, head lolling off the edge of the seat as he napped.
“That’s seriously the calmest dog I’ve ever seen,” Sam said. “Do you think Ernie doped him up with something just to convince you he was a super cool, superhero dog? Maybe when whatever it is wears off, he’ll be bouncing off the walls and needing a ten-hour jog everyday just to maintain him.”
Logan laughed. “Jogging wouldn’t be the end of the world.”
Sam scowled at him. “Crazy man.”
She reached for the radio and turned it on, fiddling until she found a station she wanted.
“Really?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah. What’s wrong with Garth?”
Logan grinned. “Not a damn thing, lady. Not a damn thing,” Logan said as Garth Brooks belted out the chorus of “The Thunder Rolls” as they pulled into the parking garage.