From Enemies to Expecting

This...was.

Logan had already eliminated his pleasure from this equation, and it was as unsettling as it was exciting. It was easy to take what she wanted from a man after he’d done the same to her, but she had no idea how to accept pleasure freely given.

“Trinity,” he murmured, and her name floated across her skin like a prayer. “You’re so gorgeously made. I want to taste all of you at once. I hardly know where to start.”

She fought the urge to say something outrageous, to deflect, to ease her discomfort. She didn’t know how to deal with a man who wasn’t letting her run the show. He took away her dilemma by easing his thumbs up her thighs until he hit her slick center, where he went on an exploring mission that instantly lit her up.

Eventually, he replaced his thumbs with his lips.

Her core flooded with heat, and she gasped as he draped one of her knees over his shoulder, moving closer to her, increasing the pressure, the hot, wet sensation that had her crying out as she soared toward the ceiling. His tongue—it felt like it was everywhere at once, thanks to the sheer power of suggestion.

His big, solid hands held her in place as her hips bucked against his mouth. He welcomed it, going deeper, harder, faster until her skin incinerated under his onslaught and she came with his name on her lips.

“Again,” he murmured, his lips grazing her core as he spoke. “Don’t hold back. I want to watch you.”

He fingered her pulsing channel, catching the faint echoes of her orgasm and whipping her into a frenzy instantly. Her back lifted from the bed as he shot sparks through her entire body, shoving her over the cliff a second time. She crashed into the release with something akin to shock, letting it play out in a way she never had before. In a way she’d never been able to before.

Bleary eyed, she stared up at him as he covered her, dipping his head to take her mouth, sharing the earthy taste of herself on his tongue. It was as arousing as it was intimate.

Good sex stems from intimacy. It wasn’t just a throwaway comment he’d made. The man meant what he said. Always. Instead of enticing the all-American boy to take a walk on the wild side, he’d yanked her firmly over to his side. But she had no time to reflect on the irony of that as he shifted her to her stomach so he could unzip her dress.

This time, he offered no explanation as he stripped her of her dress and bra. When she was naked, he laid her back on the pillow and picked up one foot. He took one look at the tangled mess of strings and grinned. Wickedly.

“Is this some kind of Mensa test?” He yanked on one firmly tangled string. “Let’s see if the good ole Texas boy is smart enough to figure out how to get this off.”

“Maybe.” She shrugged and matched his smile. “Maybe it’s an opportunity to prove how badly you want it.”

“Sweetheart, you underestimate me.” With that, he dropped her shoe to the bed. “I can do all sorts of things to you without taking them off, which I don’t mind one bit, and you’re the one who has to wear them during, so...we’ll have a discussion later about our individual intellects.”

With that, he rolled from the bed and did the most provocative striptease she’d ever seen in her life. First he slipped all his shirt’s buttons from their moorings and inch by inch revealed the torso she’d felt plenty of times but was only now getting her first glimpse of.

There might have been drooling.

Then he took off his shirt, first from one broad shoulder, then the other, and the final product dried up her mouth to the point where drooling was definitely not in her future, along with not breathing. The man was magnificent, hard, sinewy, clearly not an executive who spent a lot of time behind a desk. Or wearing a shirt. He had a tan line where the sleeves of his many and varied T-shirts hit his biceps, but he must do something outside with his chest bared because it was deliciously sun kissed, highlighting what blew past a six-pack into uncharted territory.

She’d have to count the indentions across his abs. With her tongue.

The prospect unleashed a shiver. He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor along with whatever underwear he might have had on, and then she was really glad she was already lying down, because holy hell.

Powerful thighs. Thick erection. Too much to take in. No words.

But she didn’t need any as he retrieved a handful of condoms from his pants pocket, which she scarcely had time to register. Though they’d circle back to the fact that he’d had condoms in his pocket the entire time.

And then there was no more thinking as he gathered her up and settled her into the grooves of his body. The hard, brutal planes of his physique had no give, and she thrilled at the feel of it against her bare skin.