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Logan’s arms came around her and Sam’s body responded instantly, but she couldn’t will away the anxiety she felt. He would see her cuts, the stitches. He would see the ugly markings left on her that would never go away. The plastic surgeon said the scars would fade and be thinner and lighter over time, but that wouldn’t happen right away. For now, there was an ugly reminder of what had happened, right on her breasts.
“Hey,” Logan said, tipping her chin up to allow him to meet her eyes. “I will never,eversee any of you as ugly. You’re beautiful to me, inside and out, Sam. Nothing will ever change that.”
Sam felt a tear fall down her cheek despite her efforts to keep them at bay. She wanted so much to believe him but how could he not look at the cuts and think them anything but ugly and sickening?
“I’ll show you,” he said softly, and Sam might have wondered if she’d spoken the words aloud or he had simply guessed what she’d been thinking. But, he didn’t give her time to think again. He pressed his lips to her neck, just below her ear and she heard a soft moan fall from her mouth. The feel of his lips on her, of his tongue as he traced a path down to her collar bone, melted her concerns.
Sam let her head fall back as he nipped and licked and teased and caressed. Her body heated and she felt her breath come in pants. The tingling his kisses sent through her wasn’t like what she’d felt before with other men. He made her feel so much more. Want so much more.
She leaned her body into his, pressing her stomach and thighs against him, feeling the rock-hard erection that proved he had told her the truth. He did want her.
She heard his groan as she rocked her hips into him and he tore his mouth from her neck. He captured her mouth and delved into it with a hot and needy tongue as he pressed her back to the bed. How he managed to be both so gentle and so powerful at once, she would never know. He laid her down on the bed and stretched out next to her.
“Sam,” he said in a whisper. It was prayer and plea, want and need. It was asking permission and telling her he was going to please her in every way imaginable. All of it, in one drawn out syllable.
“Yes,” she hissed on an exhaled breath. It was a grant of permission, a plea to never stop. It was prayer and hope and her heart swelling to allow him in, completely.
Logan’s hands played over the shirt covering her breasts, gently tickling and teasing. Sam felt a moment of panic and her hands came to his wrists, grasping them tightly. Logan came up onto one arm and looked into her eyes.
“You never need to hide anything from me, Samantha. Never.”
And then he waited, not demanding, not seeking entry. Just waited. And she found it easy to let him in. She dropped her hands and watched as he undid the buttons on her shirt and slipped his hands inside, gently easing the cloth from her shoulders.
“So damn beautiful, Sam.” His words held a weight to them, a thickness she knew was honesty. He wasn’t telling her what he thought she needed to hear. Somehow, he saw something other than the wounds and the angry puckering of skin that hadn’t yet healed when he looked at her.
He kissed the skin around her breasts, careful to stay far away from her injuries.
She wanted more. Needed so much more from him.
Logan’s teasing continued as he worked his way down her body, kissing her everywhere. He set her ablaze and she whimpered, running her hands through his hair, gripping tight. She pulled him more tightly to her and panted with need when he removed her pants and panties. He wasted no time in finding his way to the center of that need. His mouth found her wet and ready for him and she pressed her hips higher. He answered the unspoken prayer in her head and cupped her clitoris with his mouth.
The wet heat enveloped her and she cried out, then covered her mouth with her hands. He didn’t pull his mouth from her when he chuckled and the vibration wrenched another moan from her body.
She let her hands find his shoulders and pulled him closer. “I need you inside me, Logan. Please.”
He took his time returning to her, his mouth continuing to torture her as he worked his way up her body. His fingers continued to tease her wet folds. He circled and slid inside and out again, circling over and over until she thought she would go mad.
And then those talented fingers pressed down on her clitoris in just the right way, with just the right pressure, and Sam’s orgasm exploded, washing over her. She clung to him as he kissed her and held her through it all. And, when the rolling waves subsided, he was there, watching her face with a look of awe.
“I want you,” she said bluntly and for once, she actually intended the thought to slip out. She needed him to know how much she wanted him. How much she needed to feel him fill her, for them to come together and melt to pieces in one another.
Logan stood and pulled his wallet from his back pocket to retrieve a condom and Sam realized, with a jolt, he still wore his clothes. She lay on the bed, completely stripped bare before him.
“Not fair,” she murmured.
“What’s that, angel? What’s not fair?” Logan began to undo the button and zipper of his pants.
“You’re wearing an overabundance of clothing,” Sam said with a grin and he shucked pants and socks.
“Better?”
“The best,” Sam said with a languid sigh as she reached out and ran a hand over the muscles cut into his stomach.
She let her hand fall down his body, tracing the scars on his hip. She licked her lips as her hand wrapped around the soft steel shaft jutting out toward her. Logan hissed through clenched teeth and she pulled back.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said, but she almost laughed at how tightly he clenched his teeth while he spoke.
She bit her lip and looked up into his eyes as she reached her hand back out. She wanted him inside of her so badly, her hands trembled with the thought of it.
