Her lips parted against his and she melted into the heat of his kiss, her senses stirred and tumbled as she closed her eyes and sank against him. Shock and surprise melted into frantic excitement. She tried to speak. Tried to reason with him. But his kiss was fierce and greedy and he clearly had no interest in conversation.
With a swift, purposeful movement he undid the tie at the back of her neck and pushed the sundress down over her hips, leaving her in only her skimpy bikini. The air was warm and yet she was shivering uncontrollably and he dragged her closer still, murmuring something incoherent against her mouth.
‘Logan …’ She didn’t know what he was saying. She didn’t know what he was thinking. Or what he was doing.
‘If you want to stop me, do it now,’ he breathed, pulling away from her just long enough to allow him to remove his shirt. He dropped it onto the ground, gently pulled her off balance and lowered her onto the soft mattress of sand. ‘Are you going to stop me, Evanna?’
Evanna opened her mouth to suggest that they talk, but he kissed her again and all she was aware of was the hard, male press of his body against hers. Her head was spinning, her thoughts were jumbled and speech suddenly seemed impossible.
‘Evanna?’ His voice was low and deep and he trailed his mouth over her collarbone, down to her breast.
She felt his fingers pull aside the fabric of her bikini, felt the cool night air touch her exposed nipple and then gasped with shock and agonising pleasure as he took her in his mouth. The skilled flick of his tongue drove hot flashes of fire down her body and she writhed under him in an instinctive attempt to get closer to him. Her hips lifted in an unconsciously feminine gesture of desire and she felt the rigid length of him pressing against her. Hard and ready. He wanted her. Logan wanted her. And she couldn’t believe that it was actually happening because although she’d lived this precise moment so often in her dreams, she’d never once allowed herself to believe that it might become reality.
Then he turned his attention to the other breast and all thoughts of reality vanished as the excitement levels became almost unbearable.
She needed him to touch her. Properly. And he obviously knew that because she felt the smooth slide of his hand over her heated flesh and then the subtle movement of his fingers as he removed the final item of her clothing, leaving her naked and exposed.
His fingers cupped her and he paused for a moment, his breathing fractured as he struggled for control. His mouth hovered above hers, their breath mingling as he murmured her name, and then he lowered his head and kissed her again, his fingers moving gently and skilfully until he found that one secret place that was waiting to be discovered.
‘Logan, please.’ she sobbed against his mouth, and reached down to fumble with his zip, driven by an emotion far more powerful than common sense.
She forgot that they were on a public beach and that others might chose to walk the way that they had walked. For Evanna, the world began and ended with Logan. No one else existed.
‘Evanna—my beautiful, gorgeous, Evanna.’ His voice was a deep, husky caress and she was so dizzy with excitement that her only response was a shake of her head.
She wasn’t his Evanna. Neither was she beautiful or gorgeous, but she didn’t even care. All she cared about was now. What he was doing to her. And what she wanted to do to him.
Her fingers were on his zip again but he shifted away from her and slid down her trembling, excited body, tasting and touching, using his lips and tongue to expose all her secrets. And he wouldn’t let her hide. When she tried to pull him back up her body he gently resisted, pulling away from her seeking fingers, and she felt the rough scrape of male stubble as he moved his lips across her stomach. Then came the gentle nip of his teeth on the inside of her thigh, and finally the skilled flick of his tongue against the nub of her womanhood. And the heat of his mouth and the damp stroke of his tongue felt so maddeningly good that all thoughts of protest evaporated before they’d even formed in her head and she allowed him intimacies that she’d never allowed another man.
And then, when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, when she thought she was going to have to beg, he moved back up her body and slid a strong arm under her hips, raising her slightly. She felt weak and drugged under the skill of his assault and when she felt the blunt tip of his erection brush against her she gave a sob of delicious anticipation. Stopping him was not an option. Instead of stopping, she encouraged him, opening for him, breathing his name against his mouth until he finally thrust into her, entering her by degrees until she was aware of nothing but him, the hardness and the fullness, and she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the feelings that erupted as he deepened his possession.
For a moment it felt like too much and she ceased to breathe, her body held tense against the fullness and pressure of his.
And then he stilled.
For a moment everything was suspended. Her body was humming with excitement and his elusive male scent made her dizzy with longing.
He lifted his head just enough to speak. ‘I just had to be inside you.’ As if that were all the explanation that was needed and she didn’t even need to question his explanation because she understood.
He gave her time to adjust, allowed her body time to accommodate him, and then he slid a hand through her hair and lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss so possessive that her head spun and excitement spurted. Unable to help herself, Evanna moved her hips and he gave a low grunt of masculine satisfaction and anchored her against him, taking back control.
She slid her hands down his back, over satin-smooth skin and hard male muscle, drawing him still deeper inside her. And still he moved, occasionally withdrawing and then sheathing himself again until his movements became more demanding and he drove them both hard towards completion.
She felt her body explode and tighten around his, heard him mutter something against her mouth and then felt the spasms consume his own body.
And then, finally, peace descended on them.
Lying there in the semi-darkness, Evanna gradually became aware of her surroundings. She heard the soft hiss of the sea and the distant laughter of people enjoying the last moments of the beach barbecue. She smelt sea and sand and healthy, sexy man.
And she couldn’t believe what had happened.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to open them in case looking somehow broke the spell and returned her to her old life. Because she could never go back, she knew that now.
She’d had so many dreams and none of them had ever come close to the reality of making love with Logan. She’d always thought that she understood what it meant to be close to someone, but suddenly she realised that she hadn’t understood at all. She’d been entirely ignorant of the depth of connection that was possible between a man and a woman.
She was aware of him deep inside her, of the fact that he was still hard, and she shifted her hips slightly, enjoying the intimacy.
‘Evanna …’ His voice hoarse, he lifted his head and brushed his fingers over her cheek. Then he gave a soft curse and moved deeper into her, triggering another set of fireworks in her head. ‘I can’t let you go. Not yet.’