Page 34 of Winter’s Fire

“Keep your eyes open.” The order was gruff. “Don’t hide anything from me.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

Her breathy promise, the open trust in her expression, in those pretty eyes of hers, found their target in his chest, a direct hit exactly where his heart used to be.

He shed his jeans, relieved to release their stranglehold on his cock. Yeah, that body part knew what it wanted, all right. Thank Christ he had condoms as well as cuffs in the nightstand.

“Sweet heaven.”

Barely audible though it was, her whisper still seized his attention. The explanation for it lay in her line of sight—she was focused on a very specific part of his anatomy. He quirked an eyebrow. “Problem?”

Her gaze lifted to meet his. “No, Sir. Not at all.”

Her warm, gentle smile unravelled the tension coiled like a rattlesnake in his gut. Whatever animosity had once existed between them, it was now relegated to the past, incinerated by the heat of shared desire.

He straddled her thighs, his knees bracketing her hips. Skin to skin, the contrast between them was a stark reminder of what separated them—her youthful, beautiful perfection versus his scarred, battered hide. He closed his mind to the objections of his conscience.

“You already know there’s much more to D/s than the common misconception that it’s all about whips and chains and kinky sex.”

On a surge of arousal, she quivered beneath him. Unable to resist, he drew a line down the centre of her body with his fingertip, stopping just short of her mound with its neatly trimmed dusting of honey-coloured hair.

How could they fill the hours until they needed to leave for the club? The possibilities…

“You know that phrase about having too much of a good thing?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I think we need to find out just how much pleasure you can take, Miss Winter.”

Oh, sweet. Her nipples were standing to attention. He rolled one between his finger and thumb, then pinched the hardening bud to prepare her for the bite of the clamps. Her sharp gasp shot straight to his cock. So did the sensual wriggle of her deliciously lissom body.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Don’t thank me yet—you’re going to have to work for your orgasms.”

Though the statement sent a ripple of apprehension through her body, Lucy was ready for whatever Logan had in store for her.

Now that she’d seen more of the facets that added up to the whole—dark moods, scars and all—Logan was still the most beautiful man she’d ever met. That toned, muscular body was a living blast furnace, warming her all the way through, and only his touch was capable of triggering this throb of raw need, setting her heart pounding like a jackhammer.

“Logan. Sir—”

“Shh. Who’s in control here?”

“You are.”

“That’s right. I’ve got this. You remember what I said about the sub being a puzzle? You’re my puzzle now, Lucy. Let me work you out.”

Sweet heaven, she’d never felt anything so good. The man surely possessed a talented tongue. Lucy gave a soft moan as it swirled around her nipple once more, creating a lightning arc of pleasure that connected every erogenous zone on her body.

“You like that? How long since you had a dick inside you?”

The raw brutality of the question plunged her deeper into the chasm of arousal, so deep she could barely dredge up a coherent answer. “Six… No, eight months. We split up eight months ago.”

“And no sex since?”

“Only… with a vibrator. I don’t do one-night stands.” She had to make him understand that.

“Never thought you would. This isn’t going to be one, either. I plan to be inside you every day.”