She rolled her hips against his hand and he immediately slid a finger inside her.
Her inner walls tightened around him but his finger was definitely not enough. It took the edge off a little, however, as he continued his teasing kisses down her body.
He took his time with her breasts as she slid her fingers through his thick hair, holding him close.
“More.” It came out half demand, half plea. She needed more than this, something he no doubt understood.
Making a regretful sound, he pulled away from her rock-hard nipple and kept going, not stopping until he was between her legs.
Placing his hands on her inner thighs, he stared down at her sex as if she was a Christmas present. In that moment, something inside her shifted.
Seriously, this man completely owned her heart. Why had she been fighting this? She knew the answer but it wasn’t important. Not now, not in this space between them. Not when he deserved all of her focus.
He dipped his head between her legs and oh so gently, too gently, flicked his tongue against her clit. It wasn’t nearly enough pressure.
“Who’s the tease now?” she growled. All her muscles trembled, her inner walls tightening around his finger, and she needed so much more.
He chuckled against her sensitive skin. “You love it,” he murmured.
She did. Waaaaaay too much. “Foreplay later. It’s been a whole month. I need to take the edge off.”
He flicked her clit again, still not with enough pressure. “This is payback for destroying me at the arcade.” He chuckled again, the sound reverberating through her.
Despite how tense she was, how tight her muscles were, she found herself laughing as well. She’d never really laughed during sex before, not like she did with Logan.
He could be intense and serious but he also knew not to take himself so seriously. He was such a breath of fresh air and fun even in the bedroom. He was wonderful everywhere. What she saw with him was what she got. No lies, no pretenses. Just Logan.
Without warning, he slid another finger inside her just as he started flicking his tongue harder against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Oh yeah, that’s it. He’d learned her body so damn well, so damn fast. “Logan.” His name tore from her throat.
That seemed to spur him on so she said his name again. And again. Every time she did, he gave her exactly what she needed. Harder and faster.
She was so close to coming, but she tightened her fingers against his head. “I’m close… I want you in me.” Did she ever.
Growling against her, he quickly drew back, but only for a moment to grab a condom. In seconds he sheathed himself before stretching out on top of her, all raw power.
She trailed her fingers over his hard shoulders and biceps, relearning the feel of him after a month of having only her fantasies. He might not be hers forever, but he was hers right now and she was going to enjoy the hell out of him. Out of them. They fit so well together, especially like this. There was so much damn chemistry it rattled her.
He looked down at her with such intensity, as if he wanted to say something more, but instead he nudged her slick entrance with his thick erection.
She rolled her hips up to meet him just as he thrust forward. Letting her head fall back, she sucked in a breath as he thrust harder.
That was exactly the spot.
He kissed and teased along her neck, nibbling as he drove into her, the dichotomy of the featherlight kisses and his hard thrusts making her crazy.
“Come for me,” he growled, even as he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit.
She was already so close to release that when he stroked her it unleashed the tide of building pleasure.
Her climax punched through her as she wrapped her body around his, digging her fingers into his back and meeting him stroke for stroke.
He growled something against her neck that she couldn’t understand but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except pleasure right now. Hers and Logan’s.
As she found release, he kept moving inside her and she could tell the moment before he was going to come.
“Grace,” he rasped out right before all his muscles tightened, his body trembling against hers.
She reached down to grab his ass, clutching him hard as he found his own release in long, hard strokes. Her own orgasm kept going until she finally collapsed against the rug, her heart still a wild beat.
Breathing hard, he caged her in with his forearms, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and something raw and hungry in his expression. “We should have been doing this for weeks,” he murmured before nipping her bottom lip.
“Maybe,” she whispered teasingly, laughing lightly at her absurdity.
He bit her bottom lip between his teeth. “No maybe. And we are so not done,” he said as he eased out of her. He quickly disposed of the condom then scooped her up from the rug. “We’re going to find a bed right now.”
Satisfied and lethargic, she curled into him. The crackling warmth from the electric fireplace was romantic, especially since it was right next to the cute little tree he’d put up, but a bed sounded pretty damn good right about now.
She forced herself not to think of the future, of what this meant for them, of anything other than his rock-hard body against hers and the time they were getting to spend together. After the last week, they deserved to simply enjoy themselves.
She would have to face reality soon enough.
Chapter 16
Feeling refreshed despite the lingering ball of tension at the base of her spine, Grace stepped out of the bedroom and was greeted with the smell of…was that bacon? Oh, yes, Merry Christmas-ish indeed. And now she would forgive Logan for making her wake up alone.
This was definitely the weirdest Christmas Eve she’d ever had—being in hiding was just plain surreal—but bacon and hopefully sex again soon was a good way to start it. And she really hoped coffee was already made too. It was chilly so she’d tugged on some thick socks and one of Logan’s sweaters. It hung to mid-thigh and she loved his smell surrounding her.
She grinned as she stepped into the kitchen. “You look good in an apron.”
He grinned right back and slid a couple pieces of bacon onto a paper-towel-covered plate. “And you look good in my sweater.” He stepped away from the stove for a moment to brush his lips over hers. Almost immediately he deepened the kiss and she leaned into it, pressing her body up against his. He only pulled back as grease popped loudly. “Get coffee and sit. I’ll serve you. And Merry Christmas Eve.”
“The same to you too.” She really wished she’d brought his present now. “You know, I could get used to you cooking all the time. It’s incredibly hot.”
“Good thing I like to cook.”
“Seriously?” She poured a mug of coffee, inhaling the rich scent.
“Yeah, my dad did most of the cooking and I guess I just picked that up from him. He loves cooking for my mom. Which is good, because she sucks at it.”
His parents really were the cutest and had been together forever, it seemed. A little pang hit her in the chest as she wondered what that would be like, to be with someone that long. To have an actual partner in everything. To have Logan as her partner. “I might hold on to you if you keep this up,” she murmured before taking a sip of the hot brew. Her words were teasing, but she wasn’t kidding. She wanted to keep him for always.