“God, yes! Fuck me hard, Logan. So, so hard.”
Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, he hiked it high, opening her for an even deeper penetration. Their combined groans caused their gazes to meet.
Then it was game on.
Logan fucked her like an animal, without any thought to technique. With short, choppy, wild strokes, he slammed into her again and again, never pulling out more than an inch or two as though he couldn’t bear to be anything but balls deep inside her.
It was the most exquisite experience of her life. Every choppy thrust brought his pelvis in direct contact with her clit, and since his strokes were so fast and hard, the nub took a pounding like never before.
Chloe clung to him as best she could as the bull rode her. Her nails dug into his back and her body absorbed every erratic push, coiling tighter and tighter until…
Kaboom!
Pressure exploded out of every pore in her body, replaced by a pleasure so sharp it was almost too much to tolerate. Chloe’s spine bowed, her nails raked across Logan’s back and she keened out a wail as a monster orgasm overtook her.
Rocket followed immediately. With one last brutal thrust, he planted himself deep and roared out his climax. It took several minutes for Chloe’s head to stop spinning and her eyes to focus. Her arms and legs tingled with the aftereffects of coming so hard. The room had a hazy glow to it due more to her sated state than the glimmering fire.
She shifted. Logan’s heavy weight crushed her into the stairs making her aware for the first time, that their positioning wasn’t the most comfortable. She wiggled experimentally. Yeah, there was some serious rug burn on her back. Probably on Logan’s elbows as well.
That reunion almost, almost made up for the weeks of agony and loneliness.
As Chloe sighed with the simple pleasure of having Logan’s weight pinning her down, her eyes flew open. Holy shit. Logan was pinning her down. Pinning her. As in his entire weight was on top of her and had been while he fucked her stupid.
A grin so huge it hurt her cheeks spread across her face. “Logan,” she whispered, tears of joy clogging her throat. “Logan, you’re on top of me.”
He stiffened for a split-second, then shot off her like she was covered in fire ants.
“Fuck! Chloe I’m so sorry. Shit.” He raked his hand through his sex-mussed hair. Guilt and despair were scribbled all over his face. She needed to put an end to it before he beat the hell out of himself misunderstanding her meaning.
Of course, that meant she had to move and her body was so limp and sated she wasn’t quite sure that was possible. She lay, sprawled on her back, legs splayed, and painting quite the wanton picture.
“Christ, how far did I set you back? Did I hurt you?” His gaze roamed her as though looking for signs of distress or wounds. “Fucking hell,” he grumbled before stalking to the kitchen.
Chloe frowned and struggled to sit and then stand. She walked on wobbly legs to the kitchen without bothering to cover up. Hopefully, the sight of her naked would help sway things her way.
“Logan,” she said to his just as naked back as he poured himself a glass of Jack. A long, jagged wound on the back of his right calf caught her attention. It’d been stitched closed, and recently. Chloe swallowed and forced her gaze higher. He’d be answering her many questions later. For now, she had a pressing issue to deal with.
He spun around, softened cock resting against his thigh. It glistened from her wetness and the sight of it turned her on all over again. Something that didn’t escape his notice if the way he stared at her breasts was any indication.
When he didn’t speak, she stepped closer, until she was able to reach his glass. After stealing a long sip, she handed it back to him.
His poor face was a mess of bruises, and self-loathing.
“I fucked up.” He ran a hand through his hair. The strands already stuck out every which way, and his restless hands only made it worse. “Was too fucking rough. Shit, I didn’t even think about freaking you out. I was so fucking gone I’m not sure I’d have realized if you were panicking.” Chloe closed the short distance until their bodies were flush. She reached, despite the way he stiffened against her, and not in the good way. With a soft chuckle, she smoothed his hair back in place.
“Well, I don’t believe that last part for a second. As for the rest of it…” She shrugged. “I took one look at you and all I could think was ‘Thank God he’s home,’ followed by ‘holy shit he said he loves me,’ and then ‘he better fuck me until I’m screaming.’ You were just giving me exactly what I wanted.”