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We both groan, enjoying the feeling. “This is amazing.” My body begs not to move away. “Logan…”
“No worries, baby. I’m not moving, even if the world’s coming to an end. I’m where I want to be,” he assures me with an unsteady sigh.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his torso. The incredible strength he possesses thrills me, and I’m suddenly aware of his movements. My hardened nipples lightly brush his chest and the electric current charges my pulse with need. He cups my face, and I get lost in his eyes.
“Trust me.” His long eyelashes frame those expressive orbs. I am curious and beyond the point of fighting or caring about my morals. My legs squeeze his torso, melding my chest to his. Logan presses me against the shower wall and I sigh contently as he caresses my skin, waiting for my permission. I’m not in a hurry to give it, though. He squeezes my ass cheeks, playing and teasing, and I squeak at his bold movements.
He lifts my hands above my head with one of his, and I push my breasts out, inviting him to feast. Anticipation builds as his mouth parts, salivating for
a taste. I arch my back, offering them to him. He groans and his hot wet mouth takes possession of one nipple.
Fuck! It is pure heaven and exquisite torture perfectly synced to drive me insane. His unique musk mingles with my arousal. I can taste my erratic pulse in my throat. He is rousing my desire from its slumber, filling my veins with fire, my abdominal muscles contracting with every bite and nibble.
Every skillful touch is stimulating and building me. My bare wet center grinds against his hard cock, torturing him in return. The ecstatic breaths and groans washing over my skin is my undoing. Defenseless against the tide, I break apart into thousand sparks, rekindling inner darkness with the small lights. Breathless and satiated, I collapse.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Angel?” He gently nibbles at my skin. “Because there is more where that came from.”
I smile and kiss him back with all the passion I can muster. “Is that good enough of an answer?” I sample his taste and scent for later when I am alone, numb and breaking apart.
After we finish showering, we move back into the bedroom. I don’t question why I feel this way about him. This is a fleeting moment of happiness I intend to savor. Nothing stays forever, not even people—life shatters, souls break. The memories fade into nothingness, people die. I should enjoy this while I can. Wrapped in my silky robe, I try to shake the unhealthy thoughts and come back from the abyss looking back at me.
“I am actually starving. Let's meet in the lobby in thirty minutes?”
He agrees, since we’re both famished, and we decide to grab a bite in the city. After giving me a passionate kiss on the lips, he leaves to get ready.
I take my time dressing in light wash jeans and my riding boots paired with an orange-pink blouse, and a charcoal leather biker jacket. I refuse to glamour up for him; I was always a stubborn one. Let’s see if he is vain.
Simple earrings and a belt complete my casual look. I grab my purse and phone, and walk to the lift. I check the time to see I’m late only two minutes. I hate being late, but for some reason, I would love to know if Logan would wait for me.
My skin’s buzzing with excitement and my body is content. As I descend to the lobby where we agreed to meet, I remember whispered words about helping me lose all my inhibitions and get out of my clothes. I should have thought harder, kept my dignity, but I couldn’t.
He will never know how unusual it is for me to have sex without an established connection first. I wouldn’t be surprised if he thinks that I’m playing him, as he accused me yesterday. Nevertheless, I am who I am, and it’s pointless to beat myself up over the things my soul is thirsty for.
I have kept myself away from everyone for so long, the hungry beast is rearing her head, demanding a taste of connection between two human beings. I was left crawling on my knees, alone and broken, and I had to change to survive. I did. This is me surviving; there is no time for living. But a taste of his fire might go a long way.
My heart squeezes into a painful ball, and my blue eyes well up with tears. My breath hitches and I struggle to maintain my composure. The pressure beneath my eyelids and nose becomes too much to hold back. My nails dig into my palms.
I softly count to myself, “Five…four…three…two…one,” before redirecting my thoughts to this morning when I was held in a passionate man’s arms. It anchors me to find balance as the door pings, announcing my stop. I take a breath and step out of the lift.
Logan is waiting for me in the lobby, in dark wash jeans and a burgundy cashmere sweater; he looks fantastic. I walk over to him, wondering why, of all people, this man chose me. I have nothing real to offer. Nevertheless, I’m happy to see him and I smile because I want to, not because I have to.
I can do this. Pretend to be a real person for one second and take a small moment to appreciate a taste of this man. As if Sandra’s past is not lurking, waiting to find a crack big enough to escape. His eyes sparkle upon seeing me, and I don’t miss the desire within them.
I stop in front of him, but before I can say anything, he pulls me close. Firm hands envelop my frame in an unexpected embrace. Astounded, I let him hold me. I meet his wild green eyes, and he leans down to kiss me. Coaxing. Playing. Mmmmm.
“Hungry?”
I nod, and he leads me to the car waiting outside, ready to drive us to the city.
The Metropolitan district on the River Mersey is glorious. An art-loving city by the sea is a cultural paradise full of top-class galleries and free museums. Liverpool oozes culture.
After we’re seated in a nautical-themed small restaurant that has incredible views of the waterway, we order our breakfast and settle into easy conversation.
“Are you the only child in the family?”
He cocks his head, letting his raven hair fall to the side, and his eyes sparkle with humor. “No. My mom has five of us.”
I almost choke on the water. “Really, five?” He nods, mischief glinting in his eyes, and those dimples draws my attention like a beacon. “Sisters or brothers?”
