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And then he carefully unhooked her leg from his shoulder and turned his attention to her other leg.
How was she ever going to live without this? How had she ever thought that no strings with a man like Logan could even be possible? He made things shine brighter in her than she’d ever thought they could.
But wasn’t that the problem?
Because she was coming to rely on that light too much. She was coming to need it. So when it was gone—and it would be gone, at some point or another, for the same reason that perfidious Kirk had left her—she risked being smothered by the sheer blackness of it all.
And if Kirk’s rejection had left her feeling abandoned, undesirable and worthless for all these years, it would have to be a hundred, a million times worse to lose someone like Logan.
Unless she controlled it herself.
Unless she was the one who chose the moment to walk away.
But for now she lost herself in the feel of Logan’s mouth on her skin. The softness of his lips, the wetness of his tongue, the graze of his teeth. Back and forth, up and down, almost tormenting her in how close he could get to where she ached for him without actually touching her.
And then, just as she thought she could stand it no longer, Logan slid his hand up to hold her in place, nudged her legs wider with his shoulders, and licked.
Straight into her core.
Kat cried out. She called his name and grabbed his shoulders for purchase, and when his low laugh rumbled through her, she thought she might splinter and come apart right there and then in a white-hot, blinding light.
Nothing would ever be this good, this perfect, again.
Logan used his tongue and his teeth, making her ride him and propelling her closer and closer to the edge. She was shaking apart in his hands, and still he held her there. Right up to the moment when he sucked on her. Long, and hard. And she catapulted right over the edge into oblivion.
She had no idea how long it took to come back to herself, but when she did she realised Logan had carried her across the room to lay her down on the rug in front of the fire, and he was lying next to her, watching her with a smug smile of satisfaction.
‘Next time you want to shut me up, try another distraction,’ he suggested. ‘Just remember what I can do to you if I want to. And I always want to.’
Something clenched low in Kat’s belly at the words. So accurate, so glorious, and yet so terrifying. She thrust them to the back of her mind. Her one last memory wasn’t complete yet. But it would be.
Before he could react, Kat reached out to push him onto his back, straddling him, fitting him into her heat without letting him slide inside. Then she leaned down and pressed her breasts to his chest, her mouth kissing the hollow at his throat.
‘Is this supposed to be your punishment?’ he demanded.
‘Think of it more as a demonstration of what I can do if I want to,’ she murmured, rolling her hips against him and relishing Logan’s guttural moan.
So undiluted. So carnal.
He muttered her name and she moved again, like a reward, coating him in the slickness he’d just created. And then, when she was ready, she edged up and forward until he was nudging her entrance with his blunt tip.
For a moment she held herself there, her eyes locking with his as though they could somehow transmit all the things she couldn’t say. Pouring herself into this moment. Wanting to bask in it yet simultaneously mourning what it signified.
Because she couldn’t keep doing this with him. Not without giving away something far more precious than her body—her heart. Because it was too broken and too damaged. It couldn’t take another knock.
So, instead, she leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders and kissed him as deeply and as thoroughly as he’d ever kissed her. And then she sank down, taking Logan deep, so deep inside her.
He cursed and grabbed her hips, trying to slow her down.
‘Too fast,’ he muttered.
‘I didn’t see you slowing down for me before.’ She grinned, easing up him again before sliding back down.
‘Is that a complaint?’
And she smiled and shook her head.
‘Not at all. Definitely not.’
