Her breath caught, her back arched again, and she moaned aloud with pleasure. He couldn’t mistake that her body wanted him.
Threading his hand through her feather-soft hair, he brought their faces within inches of each other.
She cupped his face in her hands and covered his lips with hers.
The kiss didn’t start out slow. With the desire building all evening, their need was too urgent to contain. Her lips were soft and warm as they opened for his searching tongue, and he swept inside, finding heaven. And as he’d known all along, one taste wasn’t enough.
Gripping her bare waist in his hands, he pulled her closer, wanting to feel her heated skin against his, but his T-shirt prevented him from getting as close as he wanted.
“Here,” she whispered. “Let me.”
Logan sat back and she pulled his T-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and eased it over his head. Her soft fingers grazed the skin on his chest. She laughed softly and he knew she’d done it on purpose.
“Tease.”
She clucked her tongue. “That’s not a nice thing to say. I thought you were raised better than that,” she said with a grin. “Besides, it’s only true if I don’t plan to follow through.” She ran her hands up his side, letting her thumbs graze his nipples. “And you know I do.”
He let out a rush of air. The way she could make his body react with a simple touch defied logic. His erection strained against the rough denim, harder and more insistent with each passing second. He had to regain a semblance of control, and to do that, he needed to be in control.
“I’m not sure I like that grin on your face,” Catherine said warily.
“And I’m just as sure you’re going to love it.” With steady fingers considering the circumstances, Logan yanked on the drawstring of her sweats and watched with pleasure as he discarded the loose cotton material. The lacy briefs matched the bra. The tiny scrap of peach material and the hint of what lay beneath made his mouth run dry.
So much for being in control, he thought wryly. But she trusted him, something he didn’t take lightly. Logan rose to his feet, and before she could question him, he helped Catherine up and swept her into his arms again.
“You really shouldn’t make a habit of this. You’ll spoil me.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” he asked.
She laughed. “So, what are you doing this time?” she asked, then bit down lightly on his earlobe.
The pull went straight to his already hard cock and he groaned. “I’m sweeping you off your feet.” He tried to ignore the feel of her luscious body molded to his or else he might have come right then, something neither one of them would appreciate. But her soft skin, rounded curves, and body heat tested his strength.
She rolled her eyes. “I guess I should have told you the first time I don’t believe in Prince Charming.”
Although her eyes danced with delight, he recognized the sad truth behind her words.
“Then I guess it’s up to me to prove you wrong.” Before she could respond, he set her down on the couch and knelt down between her legs.
* * *
Catherine knew his intent. And suddenly she wasn’t so brave anymore. “You know, Logan…”
His hands reached for and cupped her thighs. The heated warmth shot straight upward. “Somehow I don’t think Prince Charming… had this in mind.”
“You know, Cat…” He paused and treated her to a sexy grin. “I’m not sure you’ll want to be arguing with me right now.” As he spoke, his palms moved forward and his fingers inched higher until they’d reached the edge of her panties.
She let out a whoosh of air. All rational thought and the desire to speak fled at his touch. All she could do was feel. The glide of her nearly bare flesh against the leather couch as he pulled her downward. The heated, wet sensation of his tongue on her skin. And the white-hot darts of fire and need pricking at her with growing intensity. Everything he did felt right and good.
And when he licked her through the flimsy triangle of fabric, she welcomed the madness that engulfed her. Her remaining inhibitions fled as if they’d never been. She gave herself up to the long, slow strokes of his tongue that alternated with short, teasing flickers and left her wanting and begging for more.
Without her consent, her hips bucked upward from the cushioned couch. He slipped her panties down and she raised her hips to help him, anything to satisfy the aching need. He seemed to understand. After tossing her undergarments onto the floor, he returned to her and eased his finger inside. She could feel herself clenching around him. One finger slipped in and out while his thumb worked her clit. The tremors began in small waves and continued until they engulfed her in heated convulsions.
And still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted him with her, inside her, and along for the glorious ride. She needed to see him lose control just as she had. She had to know she affected him on a level beyond the physical.
With difficulty, Catherine lifted her head off the couch and gazed into his eyes. Desire flared in the brown depths, deeper and darker than anything she’d seen there before.
He rose to his feet. Placing his hands beneath her arms, he helped her rise.