He stared at her as she lay panting. “Logan?” It was a mix of begging and uncertainty.
“I love you, Emily. You don’t get to take that from me. Ever. No one does.” He saw her eyes light up with surprise, and then he went down on her and made her world spiral out of control, and f**k, did she scream.
When he entered her she was limp and pliable beneath him. “Legs.” He helped her slip them around his hips, and then he had his way ... Well, he always had his way, but it was all about her. Always. It was knowing what she needed and when. With her pleasure, came his. He went slow and took his time, building her up again until she was quivering then calling out his name as her body tensed and shook.
God, it was the most beautiful sight. Emily wrapped around him trembling, her lips against his, the sweet scent of her skin so close he tasted it. And when he released into her groaning her name, his hands interlocked with hers above their heads.
When Logan rolled over, he took her with him so her one leg was over top of his and her head was on his chest. He stroked her hair and closed his eyes, squeezing her to him.
“I’ve always loved you, Logan,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Eme, us ... We’re only broken when we’re apart.”
Chapter 26
I woke to my face snuggled into the crook of his neck, hand resting on his chest and my legs entwined with Logan’s. The scent of him with each breath had my insides quaking and my stomach dropping. It felt warm and safe and protective.
Logan. It was hard to fathom that I was in his bed. My body sore but still wanting more of him. I inhaled deep, and my ni**les brushed up against him. He was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to get out of bed ever, but another need pushed me to get up.
I slowly tried to slip my legs out from under his and lift his arm that was slung over my waist. I’d made it a few inches before he moaned and, with one rough yank, pulled me closer.
“Not ready to get up,” he mumbled. “Kiss me good morning, baby.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Kiss me. And if it’s good, I’ll let you go.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I stammered.
One of his eyes flicked open, and his brows rose. “I can lie in bed all day. How about you?”
“I have to pee, Logan.”
“Better kiss me quick then.”
“Fine.” I really did need to pee and arguing over this was only going to make it harder on me. Besides, I wanted to kiss him. Tilting my head up so my lips were on par with his, I leaned forward and kissed him. The second moisture connected to moisture, I shivered.
“Mmmm.” He rolled me over to my back and hovered above me.
I was breathing hard, my heart pounding and everything inside me pulsating as I met his eyes. He did that sexy half-grin, and his eyes were dancing.
“Are you good?”
I nodded. Too breathless for words. Afraid my voice would crack.
The weight of him felt so good, powerful and warm and ... and all Logan. He was my sweet. My popsicle and I was melting into him further and further. I still was uncertain for how long, but for now I was letting him in. I’d think about my plans to move out later; right now I felt as if I was finally healing, and I was grabbing hold while I could.
He groaned and backed off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Go pee. I’ll make coffee. Two creams, no sugar?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded then left, and I got up and went to the bathroom.
I came downstairs wearing my black breeches and pink T-shirt. I had tied my hair back in a low ponytail, and after contemplating how much makeup to put on for a good ten minutes, not wanting appear like I tried too hard, because despite what I tried to convince myself, I did want to look good for Logan.
I ended up with mascara and light pink lip gloss.
I padded into the kitchen and didn’t think he’d even heard me when he nodded toward the steaming coffee on the island. “Yours, Mouse.”
Walking toward it, I couldn’t help but eye his broad na**d back as he flipped something in the frying pan. He reached up into the cupboard. There was a tat I’d noticed last night on the opposite side of his Tear Asunder tat. It was of a horse, rearing up, but it was broken like a heart cut in half. Jagged edges split it down the center. The edges matched perfectly or at least it appeared as they did. Between the two pieces of the horse was a guitar with its strings broken, and the intense, black lines looped around the horse’s neck.
“You hear me?”
I jerked. “Sorry?”
He half-turned toward me. “Toast, baby. Push it down for me. Eggs are nearly done.”
“Oh yeah. Sure.” I walked over to the counter and pushed the lever down, and the bread disappeared.
“You want orange juice or is coffee good?”
“Just coffee.”
He took the frying pan off the burner while I got the plates. He scooped a heaving amount onto both plates then set the pan in the sink and started the blender. He still did his protein shake.
I smiled as I went to the toaster just as the toast popped to a nice golden brown. Wasn’t often a toaster did its job to perfection. I quickly pulled them out and placed two pieces each on our plates then buttered them.
He looked relaxed working in the kitchen. It was sexy and ... Well, it was hot having a guy standing over the stove making eggs. If he grew up in the compound with Raul, he couldn’t have spent much time doing stuff like this. My guess, Raul had slaves to feed them.