He felt light-headed and greedy all at once. Not helped by that dark, almost hungry expression in her eyes as she knelt there, looking up at him. And then she suddenly tipped her head forward and took him right into her mouth, and he thought he was about to come apart there and then.
Sliding his fingers into her hair, more to anchor himself than to exert any pressure on Kat, he watched her as she used her mouth, her tongue and her hands to set a cataclysmic pace that he feared would make him lose what little control he’d thought he had left. She licked him, sucked him and even grazed her teeth on him, just the right amount to have him groaning with the sheer gluttony of it.
Then she gripped him tighter and he realised he wasn’t going to keep a rein on himself at all if he didn’t stop her. Now.
‘No.’ Pulling back, he cupped his hand at the back of her head and urged her to stop. ‘Not like that.’
She looked up at him with an unexpectedly devilish pout.
‘Spoilsport. Like what, then?’
It was possibly the most sensual response he could have dreamed of. And it was nearly his downfall.
Shutting off the water, he grabbed a towel, patting briefly and only half effectively at them both, and loving the rumble of her laughter. Then he scooped her up and carried her out to the bedroom, lowering her almost reverently on the bed.
‘Like this,’ he growled, moving his body to cover hers as he nudged her legs apart with his knee.
‘This,’ she sighed dreamily, shifting her hips and winding her legs around his waist obligingly, ‘is something I can live with.’
‘Wait,’ he groaned, reaching over to the bedside table and retrieving a pack of condoms.
‘Brand-new. Untouched,’ she noted, and he rather liked what that said about them. And about what they were doing.
‘Brand-new,’ he confirmed, deftly sorting himself out despite his fingers feeling as though they were fumbling in his haste.
And then, done, he thrust inside her with long, steady strokes, a sense of triumph punching through him as she gripped his shoulders and arched her back in pleasure.
One thought coursed through him.
Mine.
It was misplaced, and inappropriate, and Logan didn’t care. He could tell himself that it was just about the physical, the sexual, the chemistry, but there was clearly a part of him that wanted more.
That wanted Kat to want more.
But it was ludicrous, and this wasn’t the time to think about such complications. Besides, he didn’t want to think about them. He just wanted to concentrate on the here and the now.
She was already so wet and ready for him he had no idea how long he could last.
He pulled out and slid in again, slightly deeper this time, feeling her stretch gloriously around him, seeing her head push back into the bed as she gasped his name. When he bent his head to take one proud nipple into his mouth, she raked her hands down his back and cupped his backside, taking him even deeper.
‘Careful.’ He barely recognised his own voice, it sounded so feral. ‘I don’t think I can do this for long.’
‘I’m counting on it,’ she bit out, lifting her hips up to meet him, rocking into him, tightening around him.
It was too much. She was too much.
His whole body was going up in flames, and all he could do was thrust into her, matching her movement for movement, hearing her groan as he did, even her breath entwined with his.
Then she was urging him on, curving her back up to press her breast into his mouth, clutching at him and making the most erotic sounds. He saw precisely the moment the wave overtook her. The way her eyes closed and she moaned and bucked.
Mine. Always mine.
As she cried out his name, he finally let go and followed her into perfect oblivion. And he wondered how he’d ever thought one night would be enough.
How was he supposed to go back to the real world after this?
CHAPTER TWELVE