Command Control

Sadie pushed them aside as she rose up on her knees and inched over to him. Outside, he heard another rustling, but this time, he didn’t think about investigating, not with her mouth inches from his dick.

Grabbing hold of his hips, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over him. Logan closed his eyes. He’d been a fool to walk away from her, from this. Even if it couldn’t last.

She drew back. “Hold that thought.”

She was on her feet and heading for the hall when he opened his eyes. “Sadie, no one’s out there.”

She walked back through the archway and held out her hand. The pink ribbon. “Your turn to call the shots. Tonight, I’m your prisoner. Af

ter all, I’d hate for you to feel like a pushover.”

He took the spool, turning it over in his hands. “You know, I never asked, what is your fantasy? Not what you write about, but what turns you on?”

Sadie blinked. “My fantasy?”

The way she said the words, he wondered if anyone had ever posed the question to her. Or had they simply assumed what she wrote and what she wanted were one and the same, even though the character in her book was nothing like her? Sadie stood her ground. She made demands. She wasn’t searching for her voice; she’d found it.

Sadie took the ribbon back and tossed it on the couch. Pressing her clothed body against his naked one, she pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him, gently. “You. I just want you. That’s my fantasy. My fairy tale.”

Taking his hand, she led him down the hall to her bedroom. Logan kicked the door closed behind them, reaching for Sadie, pulling her clothes off. He needed to feel her, touch her—make love to her.

“As you wish, princess,” he said, guiding her to the bed. He lowered her down when the back of her knees hit the mattress. Without taking his eyes off her, he moved around to the nightstand, retrieved a condom and covered himself. She ran her hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers, while she waited.

“You’re killing me, Sadie. Watching you touch yourself...” He shook his head.

“I thought you liked knowing what turns me on?”

“I do.” Returning to the edge of the bed, he captured her wrists, one in each hand, and drew them away from her chest. “But I also want to be inside you when I come.”

Slowly, he lowered himself down on top of her, suspending his weight on his arms. The feel of her skin brushing his, the way she pressed against him, begging and pleading with every movement for more—he couldn’t walk away from this, from her. He knew he had to, but right now it felt impossible.

“Sadie,” he said, brushing his lips over hers. “This is more than a fling.”

She nodded, pushing her hips up into him. “I know.”

“You surprise me, at every turn, always offering something unexpected.” He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her nipples brushing back and forth against his chest. Her smooth legs wrapped tight around him, holding him captive. If only he could stay here like this, with her. “I wish I could give you more. I want to make promises, but—”

“Our lives are moving full-speed ahead in different directions,” she said.

“Even if they weren’t...” He shook his head.

Committing to her meant dragging her into his world of deployments and waiting. She wouldn’t know where he was or if he was even alive. He couldn’t call her with updates. He wouldn’t be able to tell her anything. She was strong, so strong, but he’d witnessed firsthand what the separation and waiting could do. What if he brought Sadie into his world and the waiting crushed her spirit? Her laughter?

“I’m not sure I could give you more,” he said. “A real relationship.”

Sadie lowered her legs, releasing her hold on him. She reached between them, taking him in her hand and positioning him at her entrance. She rocked her hips forward, opening to him, drawing him in. “This is real. Whatever this is, it’s real and it’s enough. For tonight.”

Logan kissed her deeply. Her legs wound around his hips again, moving against him, making love to him, offering everything she had. Unable to hold back, he thrust, harder and faster, his movements pushing her body up the bed.

“I need you with me, Sadie,” he said. “Tell me you’re with me.”

“I’m with you.”

She was. He could feel her tightening around him. She was so close. One more thrust—

“Logan!”

His name on her lips—that did it for him. He came hard, pouring everything he had to give into her.