Too long without the feeling of her naked flesh against his, and finally, she seemed to be tired of it, too. He pulled away only long enough to help her strip. Fortunately, he knew where every button and zipper lay. He scooted her further up the bed and stretched out next to her. Light years of progress in seconds and Logan lifted his head to look at the nightstand, long enough to check that the condoms were there.
God, he hoped he would need them.
She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertips. The caress skated down his neck to his chest. He refused to remain still while she explored, tracing the line of her throat to her chest. He slid a hand over her breast and it peaked, stabbing his palm. She was a woman who demanded pleasure, even now. He skimmed the palm back and forth across the nipple. It darkened to a deep rosy shade, straining desperately. She arched up and he met her stormy gaze.
“Logan?” Need strained her voice.
“Yeah, babe?”
She sucked in a breath. Her pink lips were swollen from his kisses. “I want to have that really hot, wet, sex now.”
Hallelujah.
He caressed lower, cupping her sex and sealing her lips with a kiss at the same time. She rolled toward him, lifting her hips to drive against his hand. He’d like to fuck her senseless, but as much as he needed to exert control over her body—he maintained it over his. His cock already beaded with pre-cum and shivers of pleasure tightened his balls until he thought they might explode.
He took his time, stroking a finger up and down along the delicate slit. He swirled his thumb against her clit. She bucked, riding his touch. Zach said she’d been wildly sensitive in the shower. Now he had his first opportunity to taste her responsiveness.
Already pathetically close to coming on the bed cover, he focused his attention on her. Her kiss grew demanding, her tongue twining with his as though fighting to taste all of him. He teased her pussy until he slipped a finger inside her slick channel. Her heels dug into the mattress and her legs spread.
“More.” She broke the kiss, gasping. Pleasure spiked in her dark tone. He was selfish. He wanted her to come for him and he wanted to watch. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he damn near went cross-eyed. “Logan, I don’t want to play—I want you to fuck me. Give it to me…please.”
She did not have to make that request twice. Groaning, he rolled over her on the bed and grabbed for the condoms, the box flying as he pulled one out. Seconds later he settled the sheath into place and lifted her hips. One thrust and he would be inside her. He shook with need seething beneath the reins of his control.
She wrapped her legs around him. He grinned slowly. She pressed her heels into the backs of his thighs. He braced with his good arm. He didn’t want to squash her.
“Fuck me, damn it.” She dug her fingers into his arms and he laughed. Glaring, she tightened her legs as though trying to force him inside, but he held steady, the tip of his cock barely teasing her entrance.
“Do you see what you’re doing, babe?”
“What?” Agitation and curiosity warred in her eyes and she squeezed him with her thighs.
“You’re using your legs.” He slid his cock inside her, amazed as hell at this powerful woman with her ability to turn his insides to mush. He’d never thought of himself as a romantic before, but he could learn. He eased in, inch-by-inch, because she was so fucking tight. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing as he buried his cock to the hilt. God, he wanted to stay there forever.
But his impatient little Marine arched up into him, and he took her mouth in a kiss. He tried to be tender, but she wasn’t having any of that. He rocked into her, stroking his free hand up and down her body. He wanted it to be good for her. She looked up at him, gaze dark and stormy with pleasure. She held onto his back, urging him deeper.
Her orgasm came quick and she cried out against his mouth. He let go of his control and the world unraveled to the feeling of her pussy clenching him, the friction of her flesh rubbing on his, and his cock jerked as he came.
Chapter Seven
Regret arrived with the dawn. Her heart hung heavy in her chest, echoing the thud of her conscience’s outrage that she’d given into desire and had sex—although sleeping with her head pillowed against Logan’s chest was the best night’s rest she’d had since waking in the hospital. Pushing up onto an elbow, she studied his sleeping face. He looked so relaxed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other flung out and wrapped around her.
It’s never going to work. No one lives in a full-time ménage. This is a fling—a fucking fantastic fling—but life doesn’t give a woman two perfect men other than to make her choose. Carefully, she stretched her arms and began to sit up. Three weeks ago, she’d needed help to get that far. But her arm cooperated more often than not even if the tremors in her hand continued.