Page 36 of Winter’s Fire

As the warm sea of Logan’s loving lapped over her, two words swam through her mind.

No regrets.

With her defences lowered, Lucy was free to acknowledge, even welcome the attraction she’d felt towards Logan from the start. She couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

“That, Miss Winter, makes a first.”

His grin matched hers—she’d get him for that, but not right now.

“Spread your legs for me.”

The moment of humour was gone, banished by a command that made her keenly aware of the wet, aching emptiness between her thighs, by a gaze raking over every vulnerable inch of her exposed body. He left her in no doubt about the depth of his desire for her. She shuddered at the slow, sensual drag of his fingers over her hip to her mound, gasped when a finger slipped between her folds.

“Feels like you’re ready to come, princess.”

His hand shifted position, allowing his thumb to press down on her swollen clit, already stimulated beyond endurance. The circular motion was sheer torture, then a few strokes up and down, and this thumb pushed inside her. At the same time, his fingers parted the cheeks of her bottom. One stroke of a fingertip over her tight hole, and she tensed.

“You’ve never had a man here?”

The pressure of his finger increased, leaving her in no doubt where he meant. Torrents of embarrassment cascaded through her body. “No, Sir.”

“Hard limit?”

Oh sweet heaven, yes. He’d never fit there, yet her insidious imagination was dancing to its own tune. He was all the way inside her, thick and hot. His hips rocked and his flesh slapped against her, the illusion so erotic that the involuntary flex of her hips drove her against his hand.

The stroking continued, seducing her with its gentleness and lack of aggression. Gradually she relaxed and remembered the question he’d asked.

“Not hard, but I’m not ready yet.”

“Doesn’t matter if you’re never ready, princess. Anything new, we’ll take at your pace or not at all.”

His thumb slid free, delivering a final swipe at her clit that made her quiver. The two fingers he slid inside her quickly obliterated the emptiness he’d left behind. With a sniper’s precision, he targeted the small patch of flesh she’d been certain was either a myth, or just plain missing from her model of female body, because none of her previous lovers had ever succeeded in locating it.

Once again, Logan bucked the trend. He hit a bullseye at the first attempt, and didn’t stop. On and on, unrelenting in his quest to drive her closer and closer to the peak.

Seconds away from climax and sky-high on arousal from the exquisite pleasure-pain of over-stimulation, she cried out, only to be silenced by a rough kiss.

“Don’t come—you don’t have permission.”

“Sadist!” Eyes scrunched closed, she bit down on her lower lip, hoping the sting of pain would ward off her imminent orgasm.

And agony though it was, one thing was for certain—she sure as hell wasn’t going to safeword out of it. There were worse ways to die, but as Logan went to work, she decided that orgasm denial had to be up near the top of the list.

She knew only a moment’s respite when he moved away from her. Foil ripped. Wide-eyed, she watched Logan roll the condom over his length. Dear heaven, this was it, she was about to come into glorious, intimate, naked contact with the man who looked more fallen angel than human being.

Though he’d forbidden her to move her hands, she had to try. She offered her hand. “Sir? May I?”

His expression intense, Logan twined his fingers with hers, and with a slow, deliberate movement, guided her hand to his side. His flesh was hot beneath her palm.

“Touch me.” His voice was rough and ragged. “However you want.”

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so it was her turn to straddle him. Beneath her hands, his pecs flexed, hard muscle on that magnificent body. His condom-sheathed dick bobbed impatiently.

“Put me inside you.”

She adjusted her position, and then captured his cock in her hand. Unable to resist, she measured him with a few strokes from root to tip, then held him as she took the full length of him.

A raw sob escaped her at the sweet invasion, a million times more vibrant than she’d imagined, flooding her world with scintillating colour. Strong hands clamped around her hips.