Page 45 of Twisted Fate

“I’ll wear them for you again some other time.” She promised and tried not to whimper like a desperate teenager as he undid the bra and her nipples pressed into his chest. They were still so damn sensitive.

“Do you really want me to fuck you outside, Keily, can you wait that long?” Logan had her stripped bare for him now and his hand buried itself at the back of her head, using her hair as an anchor to pull. “Or do you want me to fuck you right here?”

“I want…” But he stopped her when he brought his face down to hers and kissed her so passionately that it took her breath away. When she had air to breathe again, a breath she stole as he unsealed his lips to slant his head, she moaned into his mouth. His hands were on her nipples, teasing the already tight peaks with such experienced hands that it nearly made her pass out. She inhaled his scent deep and forgot all about the couch outside.

“Come here.” Logan guided her to the bedroom, so much closer than the balcony, and dropped his clothes as they went.

Her new husband guided her onto her back, his weight held away from her as his leg settled between her thighs. She gasped when his hands found the still soft flesh of her stomach, an area he knew she hated, but he adored. The scar on her abdomen, the marks left by her pregnancy showed how strong she was, what she’d been through, and he adored the place she hated the most about her body. He’d told her that, but she still worried he’d look at her one day with disgust.

“You’re beautiful Keily, you always have been and you always will be. Nothing changes that. Every mark, every scar, only makes you more beautiful, darling.” He said now, and she couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Only you could love me like that, Logan.”

“Any man with sense in his head could love you like that, Keily, but they’ll never get the chance, not as long as I have air in my lungs. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you love me.”

“I love you, too, Logan.” She didn’t have the perfect words, but those seemed to matter the most, so she repeated them. She pushed her arms around his neck as his fingers found the source of her hottest heat. She thought she said his name as his fingers teased at her with knowledge and just the right pressure.

He’d said he couldn’t wait for her, but he turned that into a lie. His fingers continued to stroke at her, continued to spark pleasure that she couldn’t ignore. Her fingers grasped at him, sliding across his chest, down further, to the very life and soul of him.

Keily cradled him in the heat in her hand for only a moment before he pulled away.

“I don’t want to come yet, Keily. Let me hear you moan my name first.”

She didn’t want to, but she let him go, so that he could have his way. For now.

She contented herself with pressing kisses to his neck, to his shoulder, whatever she could touch as he moved lower, until he was completely out of reach.

His tongue and lips slowly slid down her body, over her breasts where they teased, over her abdomen where hot breath set her on fire, and further, down to the very core of her desire where his tongue took one long swipe to gather her taste, to make her back arch. “Logan.”

He didn’t reply verbally, not that she could hear, he just made her moan again by taking another long taste of her. The air rushed out of her lungs and her legs clamped around his head until he nudged them apart. He needed air, she remembered for a second before she felt her legs trying to come together again. She forced them to stay apart, just enough that he could get air.

She loved him, but she was greedy when it came to pleasure. If he wanted her to get off first, then she’d make sure and take what he offered. There’d only be more to come anyway. A sultry smile stretched across her face as she ground her hips down, into his face, onto his tongue, her back an arch on the bed.

Pleasure blossomed every place his skin touched hers and it wasn’t long before she forgot how to breathe altogether, held her breath, waiting for that pressure to explode in a ripple that would force air back into her lungs as her back bowed the other way. Her fingers clung to the quilt on the bed, grasped at him blindly, until that interminable moment when everything inside of her pulsed.

“Logan.” She called out to him, wanting to tell him, bring him with her, but she couldn’t say anything else. Words didn’t come and thoughts fled into an oblivion of pleasure for what felt like days but might have only been a split second. She didn’t know and she didn’t care.

Logan’s patience finally snapped, and she hadn’t completely come down to earth when he rolled her over on the bed, pulled her up on her knees, and thrust into her smoothly and easily.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” She heard him groan and knew she wasn’t going to have to wait long.

His fingers dug into her hips, an exquisite pain that excited her more rather than put her off, but he didn’t need to guide her, she was already thrusting back into him. Later she’d get him out on that balcony, and they’d make love, sweet, quiet love on the couch, but for now, they both needed sex. They’d done love the night before, tonight, it was raw pleasure they both needed.

“I thought about you all day, Keily, thought about this moment, when I’d have you as my wife for the first time.” His words were short little gasps, timed to the thrust of their bodies.

Keily gasped in surprise when her walls pulsed around him suddenly, without warning and she wanted to pound the mattress in bliss.

“Damn, woman.” He groaned, “I can’t control myself when you do that.”

“I can’t help it.” She gasped back. “It’s your fault.”

She felt his response inside of her, a pulse that made her growl with feminine power. There were a lot of ways that Logan made her feel like a woman in control. This was one of the best ways. He’d lost all control when he came, and she knew it.

She was still glowing with pleasure minutes later when he got up to get a bottle of water from the fridge. “You have a fine ass, Mr. Sinclair.”

“As do you, Mrs. Sinclair.”

“Aren’t you glad I quit working for you now?” She asked, her hands behind her head, a sheet over her body.