Page 105 of When He Plays

But she still whispered, “Yes.” And it was the sweetest, sexiest whisper ever.

The head of his cock shoved at the entrance to her body. His hands flattened near her head, and he fisted the covers as he drove into her. A slow, deep, steady drive. Relentless.

“Fuck me like nothing else matters,” she begged.

Logan shook his head. Not fucking. Not with you. Hadn’t he told her before? He made love to his wife.

“Logan?”

“You are the only thing that matters.” He let go of his control. He withdrew, then slammed deep. Fast and hard because he knew that was exactly what she wanted. What her body craved. She couldn’t do slow. Not some gentle joining of bodies. Her emotions and pain had left her ragged, and she needed pleasure. Fast. Hard. Consuming. The kind of pleasure that would wipe away everything else and leave a person breaking apart from the inside, out.

The kind of pleasure that he could give to her.

So he didn’t stop. He didn’t go softly. He just stroked her need. Built up her lust. Built up his own with frantic, greedy touches. Deep kisses. Demanding plunges of his body into hers.

Over and over.

Her nails clawed down his back. Her ankles shoved into his ass when she wrapped her legs around him and heaved up against him.

No stopping.

No slowing.

Nothing but need that grew stronger. Deeper.

Nothing but the two of them.

Nothing but pleasure.

The pleasure broke over her first, and his mouth took hers, swallowing her desperate cry. As her inner muscles strained around him, clamping oh-so-fucking-tightly, he climaxed with an orgasm that rocked him to his very soul.

The thunder of her heartbeat still echoed in her ears. Aftershocks of pleasure trembled through her body. Logan had wiped everything else from her mind. No guilt. No fear. No rage.

Instead, he’d given her pleasure. Enough pleasure to leave her limp and sprawled and sated on the bed. Boneless.

He’d gone to ditch the condom. Stopped to turn off all the lights. Now he was back, sliding into bed. He curled his body behind hers, tucking her against him. One arm around her stomach. Her ass pressed to him. To the dick that was already hardening once again. One of his strong legs slid between hers.

But the pose…

It didn’t feel like it was about domination or sex.

It just—it felt protective. Like he was curling his body around hers in order to keep her safe. To…comfort her?

Her breath whispered out. “I want five minutes.”

“I’ll give you a lifetime.”

She blinked. Sleep tugged at her, but that deep, rumbling response of his…

His lips brushed against her shoulder. “When will you realize, I’ll give you anything you want?”

Anything? Oh, that was tempting. Because, maybe, deep inside, she’d started to dream a little bit. To think about what it might be like if she wasn’t working a cover story. If she could have a chance to stay with Logan. To truly be his wife.

You don’t get that life. Stop it. “I want to ask you some questions, and I need you to answer me honestly.”

“You’re my wife. As soon as we said ‘I do’ in that drive-thru, I planned to always be honest with you.”

He said those words like he meant them. “Logan…” No, no, better to start with something else. She cleared her throat. “What do you want most in this world?”