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“Take me,” I said. “Take me right here, right now.”
Logan answered my words with an expression of slight curiosity, as if he weren’t sure he’d heard me correctly. It appeared I needed to clear the confusion in the air. I inched up, bringing my lips to his and kissing him deeply, my tongue tip touching his.
The kiss sent the message more clearly than any words could have. Logan kissed me in return, placing his hand on the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair. I moaned, each moment of the kiss blocking out a little more of the outside world, of the stresses that were weighing down on me.
“Please,” I moaned through the kiss. “Please.”
Logan took his lips from mine, his broad, powerful chest rising up and down as he pulled his shirt off and over his shoulders. I was turned on as always at the sight of him shirtless, his cock straining against the linen of his shorts. Once his shirt was off, he spread it out onto the sand behind us.
Chapter 25
Logan
Iheld her close as she slept on my chest, her body sheened with sweat after our lovemaking on the beach.
And it had most certainly been lovemaking. As I laid there, images from what we’d just done flashed through my mind—her beautiful eyes on mine as I moved in and out of her gently, the hush of her breath, the delicate moans. There’d been a melding of bodies during our lovemaking that hadn’t been there before.
I’d come so damn close to saying the words, caught up in the passion. I’d wanted to lower myself, to bite down gently on her hear and whisper those three little words that I’d never said to a woman before in my life.
I love you.
I’d bitten my tongue, however. The urge to speak the words had been sudden and had come out of nowhere. I’d never been a man to get caught up in a moment and simply go with it like that. I’d need to think about it. Not to mention, after that call she’d had with her father dropping a bomb on her like he did, I didn’t want my feelings to feel like a burden she had to carry along with everything else that was weighing her down.
It couldn’t possibly be love, not so soon. No, what I was feeling was a mixture of strong lust combined with respect, and a little protectiveness on top of that. I’d only known the woman for two weeks, after all. How the hell could I fall in love with someone so quickly, and with such intensity?
So, I’d simply made her come over and over. The sight of her body arching underneath me as I drove into her was one that could never possibly get old. And the sensation of her pussy clenching my cock as she came…
I considered the matter of Charles as I held Emily close. Things were going to come to a head, and soon. He might’ve been a coward, but he was as ruthless as they came. Not a chance in hell he’d let his daughter slip through his fingers without fight.
That was fine with me. Emily was a woman worth fighting for.
A small, personal plane buzzed overhead, the sound of its engines enough to rouse Emily. She opened her eyes sleepily, a small smile forming on her lips when she remembered where she was, who she was with. The way she looked with that dreamy smile on her face was enough to bring those three words to mind once more. I wanted to say them so damn badly. But again, I pushed them down.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what?” “For all of this. For giving me a glimpse of a life that wasn’t simply being my father’s prisoner.”
I leaned in and kissed her gently, her lips pressing against mine.
“It’s a crime that you’ve been forced to live that way for so long. If I can play a role in stopping it, then I’m glad to do it.”
Emily said nothing, once more gazing at me in that way that brought those three words to mind. I pushed them down with atinge of anger, frustrated at the lack of control over my feelings. I rose, brushing the sand from my body.
“Come on, let’s get moving.” The words came out with a gruffness that I hadn’t intended, yet another slip of my emotions. Emily regarded me with confusion. I leaned down and kissed her again to answer the concern, taking her hand and lifting her to her feet.
“Just don’t want you to burn, is all,” I said.
The two of us started back toward the house, the sand warm underneath our feet. It was quiet, peaceful. But I knew it wouldn’t last. Sure enough, the tense expression that formed on Emily’s face let me know that reality would find us before too long.
“You alright over there?” It was a silly question to ask—how the hell could she be anything close to alright after what she’d been through?
“I can’t stop thinking about Marta.”
I put my hand on her shoulder. “I don’t mean to sound callous here, but the best thing you can do is try to move past that. Your father did what he did not just to punish her, but to makeyousuffer too. He wants you to tear yourself apart with guilt.”
“Yeah. That’s how the asshole operates. He’s good at both the physical and emotional kinds of manipulation. All the same, I wish there was something I could do.”
I tried to imagine Marta’s final resting place. No doubt a man like Charles had no issues throwing her into the nearest body of water, or burying her in the middle of a forest or some such place where she’d never be found again.
