“Two nights later, why?”
Letting go of his hand, she stood and came to him, curling herself onto his lap. “No wonder you made your vow. It all makes sense now. Between erroneously thinking you were some kind of sexual deviant with tainted blood pumping through your heart and only days later, taking on the belief you had it in you to be a rapist, you did the only thing that made sense to you, the one thing you could think of to protect any woman crossing your path. Do you see how strong and honorable you actually were?”
No, he didn’t see it, but he would start trying. He would do it for her and because of her. And maybe he would do it a little for himself. The tears burning in his eyes surprised him. Not wanting her to see him cry, he stood and carried her back out into the rain.
“Just when I was starting to dry off, I’m going to get all wet again,” she said and giggled. She curved her hand around his neck, bringing his lips to hers.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered against her mouth. Sweetheart. Another first. He’d never before called a woman by an endearment. What an incredible night this had turned out to be.
Logan stood on the upper deck of the home he’d once only dreamed of owning, heard his beloved gulf pounding its waves against the sand, held the woman he’d secretly loved for so long, and kissed her while crying in the rain.
Tonight he was going to hold her close, and without saying the words, show her how much he loved her. Dropping her legs, he let her slide down his body. He pushed the wrap down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. The wind had died down and the rain had slowed to a drizzle. Stepping back, he looked at her body, glistening with droplets of water.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, but I’d be much happier if you’d lose the trousers.” She leaned back against the rail, and her lips curved into a teasing smile. “I want to see you, all of you.”
“Done,” he replied, and pushed them past his hips, stepping out of them. He kept his eyes on hers as he put his hands on the railing, caging her in. How could he be so hard and aching for her already after making love to her twice? Logan nuzzled her neck, lightly nipping her soft skin and then soothing it with his tongue.
She put her hands on his ass and tried to pull him closer. “You know, it occurs to me that you’ve taken to this sex thing like a duck to water.”
“Quack, quack,” he said, and dropped to his knees, wanting to make another fantasy come true. Tonight might be all he had with her, and he wasn’t going to waste any chances. He buried his face against her curls and deeply inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. It was earthy and intoxicating. How would she taste? She spread her legs and put her hands on his head. It was all the invitation he needed.
Mine. No other word existed in Logan’s mind but that. He feasted on her until she cried out his name and her knees buckled. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to his bed and stretched out next to her. Her breasts beckoned and he touched a nipple with his finger.
She took his hand and stopped him. “I think you deserve a treat.” Pushing his hand to the side, she kissed her way down his body.
Logan tensed. She was about to do something he’d often dreamed about, yet dreaded. The last person who’d had her mouth on him had been his mother, and that vision disgusted him. His erection wilted just thinking of it. He grabbed her arm.
“Dani, don’t.”
Lifting her head, her eyes searched his, and then her gaze traveled down to his soft cock. Understanding entered her eyes.
“Logan,” she said softly, “you’re wide awake, so you know it’s me, Dani. This is something lovers do, and it will pleasure me just as much as you.” She chuckled then. “Well, maybe not quite as much pleasure for me as you, but don’t deny yourself knowing how this is supposed to feel when it’s with the right person. If you haven’t figured it out yet, that would be me.”
She grinned up at him like a little spoiled brat who knew she’d get her way. Whether it was her humor, the bottomless green eyes wanting something he could give her, or because she so easily saw and understood why he’d tried to stop her, Logan closed his eyes and put his hand on her cheek.
“Then show me what I’ve been missing, Dani.” He’d said her name so his brain would know whose mouth was lowering onto his cock. And, Christ, did she ever show him.
Much later, he rested his head on his hand and watched her sleep. He didn’t know what tomorrow held, didn’t know if he would ever have her in his bed again. Not willing to waste one second of his time with her by sleeping, he listened to her little, soft snore. Smiling, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, spooning her.