Logan ran a hand through his hair as he tried to calm his racing heart. He wanted her on the most basic level that a man could want a woman, but it was so much more than that. It wasn’t just about sex and the need to be inside her so badly it hurt—it was all the other stuff to. The need to matter. The need to be selfless.
The need to love.
He stood in one fluid motion and grabbed her up into his arms. With several strides he was in the family room. Soft light fell inside from the bay window and when he placed her over the edge of the sofa, the groan he let out pretty much said it all.
Her ass, that perfectly sweet and fine ass, was tipped up toward him and with her legs spread slightly, the soft, moist treasure between them glistened for his eyes only...
She kicked off her boots, her jeans following suit while he dropped his jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“I have never wanted anyone the way I want you, Barker.”
His jeans were next and he glanced across the room into the mirror, hung floor to ceiling and opposite the leather sofa. Her large eyes were half closed and she rolled her hips suggestively against the leather armrest, a soft moan escaping her lips as she locked her gaze onto his.
“Then do something about it Logan because I feel like I’m going to come apart if you don’t—”
He was inside her before she could finish, settled between her legs, cock buried as deep as he could go. For a few moments, he did nothing. He took the time to enjoy the feel of her around him. Her heat. Her tightness. Her amazing ass grazing his lower abdomen as she slowly rocked against the sofa.
His hands splayed across her roundness and she gasped when he kneaded her lower back.
And then as she watched him in the mirror, her mouth open slightly, eyes wet with emotion—he began to move. Slowly. With long torturous strokes that drove him crazy—because all he wanted to do was pump fast and hard and relieve the pressure that had built all week. But he wanted this to last, so when she tried to control the rhythm he bent over, hands like vise-grips on her hips, and whispered.
“Payback’s a bitch, sweetness.”
She moaned. “Logan, I need it,” but she couldn’t finish and began to move beneath him, her hands down between her body and the leather that she was bent over.
“What? What do you need?”
“You,” she said simply and his heart rolled over.
“Open your eyes,” he said hoarsely. “I want to see you.”
She obeyed and met his gaze in the mirror. As Logan increased his rhythm, she arched her back, she gasped and cried out. He’d never seen anything as hot as Billie, totally in the moment.
Totally with him as he approached the cliff.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, when his control had reached the point of no return, Logan slipped his arms around her and held her tight. He panted and groaned, as he shuddered into her.
For the longest time he held Billie, her back flush to his chest, her body shivering as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her.
When he finally stepped back, she turned and immediately wrapped her arms around him.
“I missed you,” she whispered. “So much.”
Logan’s heart swelled and he kissed the side of her temple, his mouth slowly making its way down to hers. He parted her lips again, but this time his touch was gentle, almost as if he was tasting her for the first time.
He could spend hours just kissing this woman, and when he had done a good and thorough job of it, he paused and glanced to the side. “Son-of-a-bitch.”
She followed his gaze and swore. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
They had an audience. A furry, purring little thing, who flicked a crooked tail back and forth while holding out a paw to be licked.
A cat with one eye. An eye for porn.
Chapter Twenty-five
It was nearly three in the morning when finally Billie snuggled next to Logan in his king size bed. Her body had been thoroughly loved—more than once—and as she lay against him, listening to his steady heartbeat, she couldn’t remember, ever, feeling this content and happy.
Sure she’d had some highlights in her life. Competing in the Olympics came to mind, but this was a different high. It was different and scary.