He caught her wrist, lifting her palm to her lips. Then he slid his mouth around her middle and pointer finger, flickering his tongue over them as he sucked tightly.
“Oh,” she sighed, pleasure tightening at the center of her.
“Now touch yourself.” He put her hand right where he wanted it, his eyes darkening as she slowly dragged her fingers down the center.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice was raspy as she moved rhythmically against herself, her nipples tightening as she slowly rode the wave of desire. “Slide them in,” he urged. “Yeah, like that.”
She was on the edge just from a few simple touches. But it wasn’t her that was taking her there, it was him. His commands, his desire, the pure pleasure he was getting from watching her. He made her feel like she was the center of his universe.
He was definitely the center of hers right now.
“I’m so close,” she whispered. “Should I?”
He swallowed hard, staring at her as though she was more edible than anything they’d eaten tonight. Then he breathed her in again, letting out a low groan as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue against her aching flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat as he circled her again and again, using his hand to encourage her own as she slid her fingers in and out. Her head fell back on the bed, her body arching as her whole world narrowed to a single pinpoint, reaching the precipice and teetering, until he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.
Behind her closed lids, everything exploded. Her muscles tightened, her body lifted, and she called out his name. Then he was moving up the bed, kissing her with his warm lips, swallowing her cries as if they were nectar to his soul.
Before she could take another breath, he was inside her, the tight, full sensation making her orgasm peak once more. He held her close, his breath short and hot as he took her again and again. And when he came, spilling hotly into her, he whispered her name against her lips. Then he rolled over, pulling her with him, as though he couldn’t bear to be parted from her.
Which was perfect, because she didn’t think she could bear it either.
Chapter Eighteen
Hearing her phone ringing from the kitchen, Courtney rushed back into the cottage, pulling the door closed quickly to keep out the cold air. It had been two days since Logan had returned to Boston, yet he’d called her at least four times since then. So it was no surprise to see his name on the screen when she picked it up from the counter and swiped her finger across to accept the call.
“Hey,” she said, a little breathless. “I was just checking on the hens. Have you been calling long?”
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“It went to voicemail once,” he admitted, sounding sheepish. “I was worried, so I thought I’d call again.”
She leaned against the counter and smiled. “Well I’m glad you did. It’s nice to hear your voice.” There was another box of pastries on the counter – delivered today, courtesy of Logan – and the aroma of cinnamon and apples filled the air. “I got the Danishes. Thank you.” Her lips curled up. “I’ve only eaten two so far.”
“The baby’s restrained today,” he teased. She’d been blaming all her extra eating on the baby, but the fact was she couldn’t resist the sweet smell of everything he sent her. And if she couldn’t eat without regard now, when could she?
“At least somebody is.” She laughed. “How’s work? You must be so busy right now.”
He sighed. “Yeah. It’s full on. Would you believe there’s a coffee shortage? In Boston? Our supplier ran out of our usual blend and it’s been a headache sourcing something similar. Then there’s the usual. Staff bitching about some of them getting better tips than others. Plus the renovation in Back Bay.” He gave a little chuckle. “Sorry, this must be boring as hell to listen to. I’ll stop moaning.”
“No. I like hearing about your work. It beats wrangling chickens.”
“I can guarantee your work is harder than mine. How is Hester, anyway?”
“Missing you.” She paused, realizing what she’d said. But it was true. Not about Hester, but about her. He’d only been gone for two days, yet it felt like weeks. “Oh, did I tell you that Ellie and Dan came over this morning? They’re going to take three dozen eggs from us a day. At this rate I’ll have to get more hens.”
“Try not to get any more like Hester,” he suggested, making her laugh again. “And yeah, Dan called me to rave about the eggs. Shame you can’t ship them up to Boston, I’d buy them all.”
Her smile faltered at the reminder of how far away he was from her. In geographical terms, five hundred miles wasn’t that much. It was drivable in a day, after all. Flight times were less than two hours.
But it wasn’t just the distance. It was the difference in their lifestyles. She was up early, tending to the livestock and working on the farm. He worked late – long after midnight. Some days he was climbing into bed around the time that she was taking her morning shower.
And she couldn’t see how to bridge the gap between them.
Yeah, the sex was hot. And they were both determined to make things easy between them so the baby could see both of its parents. But it wasn’t going to be a breeze. Not by a long shot.
Giving birth sounded simple compared to the aftermath.