He caressed her breasts with one hand while tangling the other in her hair, and looked into her eyes. "Hmm . . . this is more than kissing." His thumb feathered over her nipple, which pebbled beneath his touch. Even as her breath caught, he asked, "Is this okay?"
She arched forward, pressing her breast harder against his hand. "Hell yes, that's okay . . ." With a soft moan, her eyes slipped closed as she let him explore her. Watching her face, he fondled one breast, than the other, mesmerized by her. He was rock hard already, and his jeans felt way too tight. Her delicate features flushed with color as her willowy body undulated beneath him . . . she was breathtaking.
"God, you're beautiful." His hungry mouth consumed hers, taking her under with commanding kisses. He eased her down to lie back against the cushions, positioning himself over her as his demanding mouth took and gave. "I want you right now. So much."
"I want you too," she admitted in a whisper. Her fingertips ran along his beard as they drowned in each other. "But . . . I think . . ."
"If you can still think while I'm kissing you," he said, "I'm not doing a very good job of it."
She laughed. "Believe me, you're doing a good job of it. Too good . . ." He ravaged her neck again and her head fell to the side to give him better access. "It's been a while since I had sex too, you know."
"How long?" he asked as his lips trailed down her throat.
"Labor Day weekend."
"About as long as me." He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "Maybe we should fix that."
"That's kind of what I was thinking about," she confessed in a whisper.
He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard and hot. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as their tongues tangled, bringing a lusty groan from deep in his throat.
"Tess . . ." He aligned his body with hers. She fit him perfectly. "This is getting dangerous now."
"I know." Her hands moved over his broad shoulders, down his back. "But I can't seem to stop."
He growled against her mouth. "Christ, woman." They kissed urgently, the heat level rising, their hands roaming . . . "If we don't stop," he rasped, "I'm gonna get you pregnant right here, right now."
Her eyes flew wide and she froze.
"That was a joke," he said quickly, even as his erection throbbed against her belly.
"Well, wait." Her hands went to hold his face. As he looked into her eyes, he could see something working behind them as she said, "What if we . . . I mean, you have agreed to be my donor . . . There's more than one way to get me pregnant. And one way is a lot more fun than the other."
Now it was his turn to go wide-eyed. He stopped cold and stared down at her, all flushed and gorgeous beneath him. "Can we do that?"
"Why not?" She shifted her hips only a drop, but the friction against him made him want to moan. "I mean . . ."
"I have to take tests, you said." His brain was foggy with lust, and his body aligned with hers made it even harder to think. But he held her gaze. "What are you saying?"
"Well, if we do things at the clinic, it's a limited number of attempts," she said. "But if we do it the old-fashioned way . . . more attempts would mean a better chance of success, right?" She brought his head down to press his mouth to hers for another kiss. "Not to mention that we're like a house on fire here . . . We're both unattached, we're clearly attracted to each other . . ."
"Ya think?" He ground his erection against her, making them both groan.
She kissed him, her hands on his face, stroking his beard as their tongues swirled and he pressed into her. "Is that weird?" she asked. "Would you be okay with that?"
"Would you be okay with that?" he countered. "Because I have no problem sleeping with you, lady. Right now, I want you so bad I can't think straight, because what you're suggesting makes total sense to me."
She wrapped herself around him, her long legs and graceful arms, and kissed him passionately. He responded in a heartbeat, gladly sinking into her, holding her close and tight as they kissed. Her hips rocked against his erection and he groaned into her mouth.
But she pulled away. They were both panting, as breathless as if they'd run a sprint. "Wait. I guess we should talk to the doctor first. About doing it that way. The natural way. I guess?"
His whole body pulsed with want and need, but he nodded. "Probably."
"Okay. Tomorrow. But tonight, you don't have to stop kissing me yet . . ." She grinned, a mixture of adorable and seduction, and his insides flooded with fresh desire.
"Actually, I do," he said when he found his voice. "Because I don't want to stop, and if we need to talk to your doctor, make a plan . . . we should stop now."
"Okay. Yes, all right." Her fingers traced over his cheeks, along his beard. "But I really don't want to, for the record."
"Neither do I, for the record." He smiled down at her in wonder. Her eyes were bright with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips a bit swollen from their kissing. "You're so damn beautiful, you know that?"
She smiled back and whispered, "So are you."
He couldn't help it, he lowered his head to kiss her again. He had to, he needed to. But he worked to bring down the heat, to kiss her slowly, until it was a sweet, tender exchange instead of an urgent blast of fiery need. "When we have sex for the first time," he finally said, his voice low and deliberate, "it's not going to be on the couch. I'm taking you in that big, fantastic bed of yours, you're going to wrap those insanely gorgeous legs around me, and we'll go all night."
She gave a tiny shiver. "That sounds wonderful." Her eyes locked on his. They were still wrapped in an embrace, and his hard-on hadn't gone down, but they were breathing calmer. "Really, the more I think about it, it makes sense."
"What does?"
"Your being my donor the old-fashioned way. If it's here at home, instead of a clinical setting, I'll be more relaxed. And the more times we try . . ."
"I hear you."
"I'm talking about sleeping together regularly, Logan. We're both clear on that?"
"Yeah." He brushed her curls back from her face. "Are you sure about this?"
"If you're okay with it, yes."
"Tess." He ground his hips against hers, his rock-hard erection pressing against her warm heat, making their breath catch. "I want you. I'm more than okay with it. I just don't want to cross any . . . inappropriate lines, you know?"
"I know. And I appreciate that so much. Like I said, you're an honorable man." Her blue eyes danced as she reminded him, "I'm the one who suggested it. And it's my show, right?"
"Absolutely, Miss Harrison. You're the boss."
"Well, I guess I am, but . . . yes, it's agreeing to regular sex, but not a relationship. We wouldn't be actually dating, more like friends with benefits. But it's a team effort."
"There's that word again," he cajoled. "Team." He tweaked her nose and grinned. "We'll be a good team. It's nice to think of us helping each other. And come on, this kind of help? Can be a hell of a lot of fun. Just know that . . . the lusty stuff aside . . ." He looked into her eyes and promised, "I'm here for you. As a friend."
She caressed his face, ran her hand through his hair, and said, "Right back at you." Her tone, filled with emotion, made his insides squeeze. "And I'm a good friend to have. I promise."
He kissed her once more, long and deliberate, as if silently sealing the deal. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Then he lifted himself off of her. It wasn't without difficulty; his jeans felt downright constrictive. When he got home, he'd have to either take the coldest shower ever or just take care of himself; he'd never get to sleep this fired up. They untangled themselves from the embrace and separated.
"I'll leave in a minute," he said. "Little hard to walk with a raging hard-on."
She laughed, a warm, full sound that shimmered over his skin. "Stay as long as you want." She licked her lips, definitely swollen from his kisses, and swept her hair back with both hands. "And I'll try not to think about how much I want to see and touch that raging hard-on of yours."