Logan let out a soft curse as he cupped her cheeks, swiping away the few errant tears that spilled over. “Don’t cry,” he said quietly.
“These are happy tears, I promise. Or they’re a mix, I guess. I’m just feeling really overwhelmed and emotional right now. And what you did, that you thought to even bring a tree and ornaments, is incredibly sweet. More than sweet. You’re so wonderful.” The words came out a little like an accusation because he was breaking down all her barriers. Simply knocking them down like they were dominoes and she was powerless to protect herself from it.
“Grace,” he murmured, then paused, as if he wanted to say more. Instead he dipped his head, moving slowly, giving her time to stop him.
Nope. The chance to stop this train had passed. And she didn’t want to put the brakes on anyway. She’d been fighting this for too long, trying to take baby steps with him. Well, screw baby steps. She was still a little afraid of being hurt, but she didn’t want to miss her chance. And this felt like the start of something new for them.
As he slanted his mouth over hers something inside her snapped free. She flashed back on the night in the hotel room as he’d slid his tongue inside her mouth, teasing, testing, making her want him even more. When he’d pressed her up against the shower wall, water pulsing around them as he’d thrust into her, over and over. All those naked memories were at the forefront of her brain and she wanted it all over again. Wanted him so bad she was practically trembling with the need.
Leaning into him, she linked her fingers together behind his neck, holding on for dear life.
At the same time he deepened their kiss, pressing his body against hers even as she lifted her leg and wrapped it around him—as if she was going to climb him like a damn tree. Which sounded like a good idea.
Even though the temperature in the room was perfect, she felt too hot, too needy, too something. She wanted him inside her right now, wanted to feel joy and pleasure and she wanted it with him. Only him. She’d completely fallen for him and there was no sense in denying it to herself any longer.
As if he’d read her mind, or maybe just sensed her mood, he pulled back a fraction. “Here or the bedroom?” he growled out, the words raspy and unsteady.
Oh, they were definitely on the same page. They were getting naked and she couldn’t wait until they got to the bedroom. It was too far.
“Here.” Right on the floor. Or the couch. She didn’t care. She just wanted a flat surface and him inside her. Feeling manic with hunger for him, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around him as he groaned into her mouth.
He easily held her as he knelt down on the soft, fluffy rug stretched out in front of the fireplace. The man had such an incredible, raw strength and it was a huge turn-on.
She arched her hips into him as he tugged her sweater off. Her lounge pants went next, a blur of cotton material tossed to the side—and she hadn’t bothered with panties. Maybe because she’d hoped this would happen. But when he would have dipped his head between her legs, she grabbed onto his T-shirt. She wanted him, but it was her turn to see what she’d been missing.
“No way. I’ve been fantasizing about that body for a month.” She grinned at the surprise playing on his face. “That can’t really be a shock, can it?”
“Well I am pretty incredible,” he murmured, tugging his shirt off and revealing that eight-pack she’d had dirty dreams about. “But I guarantee your fantasies have nothing on mine. I’ve been obsessed. I’ve been jerking off to thoughts of you every damn night for the last month.”
A shiver trailed down her spine at his words. Obsessed? Yeah, she was right there too. And it scared the hell out of her. What happened if he got bored with her or realized she wasn’t really special at all?
Noooo. She shut down that annoying, bullshit insecurity that wanted to bubble up inside her and reached for the button of his pants. He was here with her now because he wanted to be. And when he looked at her, it was as if she was the only person who existed for him. She needed to let go of her own bullshit, just throw it away.
When she couldn’t get his button free he took over and tugged his pants off, but not before grabbing a condom. Thankfully one of them was thinking clearly because her brain had basically turned into mush.
“On your back first,” she rasped out. She wanted to taste him, had been thinking about it for a while. She wanted to get him worked up and so crazy with lust for her, just the way she was for him. And she loved how he groaned when she went down on him. That sound alone was empowering and heady.
He paused but laid back, stretching out like a god in front of her. His erection was thick and heavy, jutting forward and begging for her to touch.
Kneeling in between his legs, she couldn’t bite back her own groan as she wrapped her fingers around his hard length. “I’ve been masturbating to the memory of you too,” she whispered as she stroked him once, long and firm.
He shuddered. “Fuuuuck. You are really good for my ego.”
Smiling at that, she leaned forward and slowly, gently licked the underside of his shaft. He’d teased her more than once and she was going to do the same to him.
He cursed, clutching the big rug underneath them instead of sliding his fingers through her hair like she’d expected.
Maybe he was still trying to hold on to his control. Well, she was going to make him lose it. Continuing to tease him, she rubbed his thick length against her cheek, loved exactly how silky-soft his cock was on her skin.
“Killing me,” he growled. “Such a pretty, fucking tease.”
She smiled at the tremble in his voice and teased the head of his cock with her tongue. His thigh muscles tightened and his breathing kicked up.
Oh, she was getting him there all right. Without warning, she sucked him into her mouth, deep.
“Fuuuuck, Grace.” He groaned out her name like a prayer and she liked how powerful it made her feel. She loved getting this big, wonderful man all worked up for her. She hated the reason they were here, but she was glad that it was just the two of them right now. Glad they could enjoy and explore each other with no interruptions and no outside world bothering them.
Dipping her head again, she continued teasing him, over and over, pulling him deep into her mouth. He trembled underneath her until he suddenly grabbed her shoulders.
She lifted her head, looking up the length of his work-of-art body. “What?”
“I’m not coming in your mouth this time.” His dark eyes were filled with heat, all for her. “I’ve waited too long.”
She’d barely nodded before he had her flat on her back and underneath him, all that power pulsing against her. God, the man was incredible. She loved the feel of all his hard muscles on top of her, pushing her down against the rug.
He crushed his mouth over hers as he stretched out fully on top of her, cupping her mound and gently teasing a finger along her slick folds, but not penetrating. He didn’t even wait, just went straight for where she wanted him most.
And yeah, she was definitely wet for him. How could she not be? The hot pulse between her legs was a constant and only he could ease her ache.
He groaned into her mouth and started kissing a scorching path along her jawline before nibbling on her ear.
He knew how much that drove her crazy, that barely there bite that sent shivers spiraling throughout her. She arched up into him, clutching his shoulders tightly. All the muscles in her body were pulled taut with anticipation because she knew what was coming. Knew how thick he was and how incredible he felt thrusting inside her. She’d been fantasizing about it for a month.