"Damn," she murmured in appreciation. Her fingers ran eagerly over his skin, warm and firm. His eyes blazed as he watched her explore his body. "And you think I'm gorgeous? Look at you . . ." She moved in to press her lips to his chest, her mouth trailing along his skin, kissing, licking, nipping at him everywhere.
His breathing now staggered, his voice dropped low as he said, "Glad you like what you see. That must help . . ." His hands threaded through her hair.
"I like what I see, what I feel . . ." Her teeth scraped his nipple and he hissed, his fingers tightening in her curls. "Mmmm."
"Holy hell," he breathed, letting her take control for a moment, obviously enjoying her touch. Then he asked, "Tess, before we . . . is there anything I need to do?"
She pulled back to look at him and joked, "I can only think of one thing."
He snorted out a laugh. "Well, yeah, that. But I meant, like . . . I don't know, anything else? To help you. I don't know, during, after . . . ?"
She blinked as she realized he was serious. "Oh." God, he was such a good guy. "Well . . . it's going to be a little awkward, but as soon as we're done, I need to raise my hips. That helps, supposedly." She flicked her chin toward the curved wood headboard of the sleigh bed. "I figure I'll just swing my legs up over that. Maybe you could shove a pillow under my hips. That's about it, I think."
"Easy enough." He leaned over her, slowly easing her back to lie down again. He hovered over her, leaning up on his elbows as his body settled on top of hers. With a playful grin, trailing his fingertips along her face, he murmured, "All right then, Long Island Lady. Let's get you pregnant."
Chapter Sixteen
Tenderly, Logan lowered his head and consumed her mouth with his in a deep, sumptuous kiss. Talk about pressure to perform. If they could just get this first time out of the way, get past the awkward fumbling as they learned each other . . . the chemistry was there. The trust was there. They just had to get past the first round.
She needed him to be a calm, assuring presence. He sensed that as soon as he'd walked through the door. The look in her eyes . . . He'd seen such vulnerability there. It wasn't what he'd come to expect from her, and made him immediately want to comfort her and put her at ease. And yes, he'd done that, but now he had to seal the deal.
He wasn't in bed with her just because he was a lucky guy and this gorgeous woman was attracted to him. He was there for a very specific purpose, and that was the most important thing.
It helped that they liked each other. It helped that they were friends now. It helped that they'd spent some time together, getting to know each other more and getting more comfortable around each other. It helped that she'd worn that unbelievably gorgeous nightie, the soft color so beautiful against her delicate skin, the satin and lace enticing him. But he had a job to do.
"Tess . . ." he whispered against her skin. Biting down softly on her earlobe, drawing a gasp from her, he trailed his lips and tongue along her neck. "Close your eyes. Stop thinking. Just feel. It's going to be okay." He reached up to caress her body over the smooth silk, marveling at how perfectly her small breast fit in his large hand, like she was made for him. He covered her in kisses. "It's going to be better than okay. If you let yourself go a little, I'll make sure it's going to be great." He fondled one breast, then the other. She undulated under his touch, her nipples pebbling through the silk. His heart beat harder, lust flooding him, making his cock swell. "We're going to make this happen. If not tonight, then another night. As many tries as it takes. But we got this. So relax, Tess. Okay?"
He pulled up to look at her, and her eyes seemed to glow with appreciation. Finally she smiled and whispered, "You're a really good friend." She sifted her fingers through his hair, gripping his head to bring his mouth back to hers.
He kissed her deep and hot, letting the growing hunger inside him take over. She responded instantly, kissing him back with matching passion, their tongues tangling. They kissed, caressed, pressed their bodies together, letting their hands roam and their mouths devour.
He kissed his way down her body over the soft silk, down between her breasts, down her belly . . . He nudged the hem of the negligee up with his face until he could kiss the skin of her belly.
"Your beard is tickling me," she whispered. "I love it."
He smiled against her skin and circled his tongue around her navel, then trailed it lower. With a gasp, her fingers twisted in his hair as her breathing got choppy and soft sighs turned into needy moans.
He ran his fingers over her satiny panties and felt the heat there. The thin material was already damp. A surge of something like victory rushed through him; she was with him, as aroused as he was. He peeled the panties off of her, trailing his fingers down her thighs and following the motion with hot, openmouthed kisses. He'd been dying to let his hands run up and down her mile-long legs from the first day he'd seen her, and this was a dream come true. He savored it, letting his mouth follow wherever his hands traveled.
She moaned louder now, nudging his head back to where she wanted him. He wanted it too; he was dying to taste her. He sealed his mouth to her warm folds, spreading her legs wider with commanding hands. She cried out, her fingers in his hair, and her hips rose to meet him. He devoured her, feasting on her without stopping, her passionate response making his own desire burn hotter in his veins.
"Wait," she panted. "Logan . . . let me touch you. You're the one who needs to come, not me."
He almost lost it right then. He groaned against her swollen flesh, the vibrations making her cry out loudly; her back arched off the bed. "Oh God, wait . . . I . . ." She panted hard, writhing against him. "I can't hold back much longer."
In answer, he flicked her clit with his tongue, sucking hard on it as he slid two fingers inside her. Roused by her wet heat, he moved them in and out, fast and sure. She came with a throaty shout, breaking apart beneath him. Her thighs clamped around his head and her hips rocked against his face as she cried out again and again, her hands in his hair as the orgasm made her limbs shake. He didn't stop his efforts and held her tight, driving her to another level, not letting up as another orgasm hit and she moaned low, holding on to him as if for her life. Loving her erotic response, his whole body hummed with lust, with every nerve ending lit up with desire.
After her last raspy moan, when her grip on his head lessened and her legs fell open, he pulled back and shifted up. He was so hard, the pleasure of it bordered on pain. She was still trying to catch her breath as he aligned his body with hers and pushed into her with one fast, hard thrust.
His mind spun out from the astonishing feeling; he hadn't been inside a woman like this, without a condom, since he'd been married. The incredible feel of being inside Tess without barriers made him shudder and groan, his eyes slipping closed in ecstasy. Thank God he didn't have to worry about coming too fast, because he was going to and he knew it. He gripped her hips and swiveled his, going deep, thrusting hard.
She looked up at him as her legs, those long, beautiful legs, lifted to lock around his waist. She held on to his shoulders, her warm breath against his skin, nipping and kissing him as her hips rose to meet his. The sensations overwhelmed him . . . She felt so damn good . . . too good. He was lost. Moving faster, it only took a few more thrusts before his body tensed and he went flying over the edge. He came hard, groaning into her neck, fingers digging into her hips as his body emptied deep inside her. They held each other tight, both of them breathless as he shuddered, then stilled.
She kissed his shoulder and he lifted his head to look at her, still feeling dazed. Her skin was flushed and her blue eyes sparkled with carnal satisfaction. "That was fantastic," she whispered. Then a tiny grin lifted the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry, but could you let me up?"
Still panting, he could only nod as he withdrew and lifted himself off of her. She immediately swiveled her body around the opposite way and swung her legs up over the massive headboard. Blinking away the haze that still fogged his brain, Logan grabbed one of the four pillows. As he slid the pillow beneath her, raising her hips on an angle, Tess smiled at him gratefully.