From Enemies to Expecting

He tipped up her head with both hands and she fell into the kiss, instantly drowning in Logan. Their legs entwined and his muscular thigh came up between hers, seeking her sweet spot...and finding it, rubbing hard at her still-sensitive bits until gray blurred her vision and a gasp tore from her throat.

Her skin heated so quickly she feared she might burn to ash. His hot hands spanned her waist, rolling her to her back. Taking one nipple in his talented mouth, he nipped and sucked until her back arched, and she had enough brain cells to realize he was doing exactly as he’d promised—pleasuring her with no thought to himself. He’d already made her come twice and seemed in no rush to stop.

What do you fantasize about?

She’d done precious little of that in her life. Her creativity was usually drained by the end of the day, and by the time she got naked with a man, it was never about what she wanted.

Why was it never about what she wanted?

Logan’s teeth hit a spot on her nipple that barreled through her like a freight train, and she cried out.

“I love it when you do that,” he murmured. “It’s like an aphrodisiac.”

Since aphrodisiac should be his middle name, she liked it, too. “Maybe you should see what switching to the other side gets you.”

He chuckled and did exactly that, dragging his tongue across the valley between her breasts as he went, and then sucked her other nipple into his hot mouth. But he coupled that with a very well-placed finger between her legs, and the dual sensations spun her off into oblivion again. Breathless, she clenched her way through another spectacular orgasm that encompassed her whole body.

Logan had a condom rolled on and was poised at her entrance, pushing inside before her vision cleared. Mewling sounds tore from her throat as the pressure built, and it was so good, so unbelievable on the heels of a release. He grabbed one stiletto and tugged her knee nearly to her shoulder as he widened her.

“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m...big.”

Yeah, she’d noted that for herself. “You say that like I should be disappointed. That’s usually on the pro side of a girl’s checklist.”

Oh, yes, he was big. Her whole body went liquid as the exquisite feel of his length slid along her sensitized flesh.

But not too big. Perfect. Especially after he’d primed her to the point where she was so swollen and wet that he slid in easily. And she didn’t miss that he’d done so. Even in this, he was thinking about her pleasure instead of taking his own.

When he’d buried himself inside completely, he sucked in a breath and froze, bliss stealing across his features. “You feel so amazing.”

How was he forming coherent sentences? Her own body had wheeled off into the stratosphere, greedily sucking in all the new sensations as he began to move, circling his hips as he thrust. She couldn’t have stopped the moans pouring from her throat at gunpoint and she didn’t want to. He murmured his encouragement with well-placed phrases as they came together again and again.

The best was when he wrapped her leg around his waist and let go of her stiletto in favor of cupping her jaw. But he didn’t kiss her, just watched her as he plunged deep inside, his eyes dark and focused. Fingers tangled in his hair, she couldn’t look away, even when his face tightened and turned tender with release. It was so powerful to witness such a strong man showing his vulnerability that she nearly came apart inside.

When was the last time she’d done it missionary style? It was her least favorite position—or at least it had been until Logan.

He made it exquisite, an experience. Not just sex, but pleasure combined with connection, both beautiful and precious.

This was what she fantasized about. A man who would be the same in bed or out, day in and day out. Still there in the morning. Strong, capable. Honest. One who cared about her over his own selfish needs.

She fantasized about being loved.

And she’d spent the last few years of her life systematically ensuring she’d never have to think about the fact that she didn’t have that, wasn’t capable of having that.

Which meant she had to shove that particular fantasy back into the deep. Where it belonged.

* * *

The pictures from outside Trinity’s door the night before shot their fake relationship into the stratosphere.

Apparently some of the photographers from the lobby had followed them after all.

Logan downed the first of what would likely be many cups of coffee that morning as he ate breakfast in the small dining room of the hotel restaurant and reread the email from Myra crowing about his brilliant strategy to be photographed kissing Trinity outside her hotel room.

If you could call it that. Strategy hadn’t been forefront in his mind. And it was hard to label it something as innocuous as a kiss.