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What would he do tomorrow? With these worries in her mind, the hotter her passion grew as Logan claimed her with his mouth and tongue, the more her emotions spiraled into fear.
She’d borne him a son with hair the exact dark shade of Logan’s. When the doctors had told her that they’d lost her little boy, she’d asked to hold him. After his funeral, she’d locked her terrible secret in her heart, intending to keep it there forever.
Until tonight, when Logan had walked into the ballroom and looked at her, his gaze as lost and feverishly dark as her own broken soul, she’d believed herself incapable of ever loving him or ever sharing her profound loss with him. Now old emotions were reigniting.
He spread her legs wider. His tongue delved deeper, and she moaned as the throbbing excitement built, spreading like a ravaging flame that devoured every part of her until she burst in a final explosion and became completely his.
Breathing hard, she shut her eyes.
Do we choose those we love? Or are they a gift? Hadn’t he always possessed her soul?
“For nine years I’ve wanted to do that again,” he whispered, “to taste you, to hear you moan like that. To give you pleasure.”
At his husky words and tender embrace, she held onto him tightly, not daring to let herself believe anything he said.
It was just sex. “Don’t say things we’ll both regret.”
“The last thing I want is for you to regret anything about tonight,” he murmured. Then he moved up to straddle her.
“No regrets. I promise. I’m a big girl now.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth to hers.
“I was a fool nine years ago,” he said.
“So was I.”
“You were only naive, but I was cruel. Can you ever forgive me?”
“That will depend on what you do next.”
“I don’t want to hurt you like that ever again.”
Then don’t, she thought as he put on a condom.
When he finished, she kissed his lips in a long, soul-shattering kiss. When she felt his sheathed manhood probe at the velvety folds of her secret entrance, she opened her legs, and he plunged—deep and true. For a long moment, he simply held her and was still, and she savored the sensation of being joined to him.
Oh, the pleasure, the immense pleasure that only being with him could give her.
“I promise not to hurt you,” he whispered.
She nodded, not really believing him. After all, he’d promised such things before.
Slowly his hands began to caress her hair. Then his mouth brushed across her lips, her cheek, before moving down to her throat.
Bending over her, he began to move with her in such abandon, she was soon crying out.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she arched her body higher and higher, meeting his every thrust. Their passion built, and she surrendered completely, exploding with him.
Afterward, she buried her face against his shoulder and held on to him for a long time, wishing, no, longing for so much more than a man like him could ever give a woman like her.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his arms tightening around her as he brushed her hair out of her eyes.
The confused emotions in her heart made her suddenly shy. “Sex makes people, especially women who are fools like me, do and feel the craziest things. I could write a book on the subject.”
“Please don’t. Not if you’re going to write about me.”
She giggled. “You’re a prude. You know that, don’t you?”
“Conservative.”
“Not in bed.” She smoothed her fingers through his chocolate dark hair. When the thick lock fell back over his brow immediately, she pushed it back again and smiled. “Only afterwards, do you get uptight, when you fall back into being your true self.”
“My true self? Who the hell is that? Do we ever know our true selves? For years I did what my grandfather taught me to think was best for the family.”
“I found mine behind a camera.”
“Lucky you.”
“Or not. I saw too much pain. I can’t even pick up a camera now.”
“You didn’t answer my original question,” he said. “What were you thinking a while ago.”
“I don’t know. I’ve forgotten.”
“Then I’ll make love to you again, in the hope that you’ll remember.”
“Will that be your only reason?” she teased.
As soon as he began to kiss her, the moist warmth of his mouth and tongue had her shivering in newly heightened awareness of him, maybe because the first time they’d made love tonight, he’d broken down all the walls of her resistance and she was wide open to him now. As before he swept her on a dark tide of passion to the other side of the moon, to a wild place that was theirs alone, a place where she forgot herself and might have whispered desperate, foolish things against his ear, but fortunately in that last shuddering moment, she remembered all that divided them.
