She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms while their mouths furiously mated. When breathing became a necessity, she broke off the kiss and he suddenly swung her up into his arms.
Claire gasped in surprise and then wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on when he began moving, walking quickly to the bedroom he’d been using. As he walked, he stared down at her and the intensity in his eyes had sexual excitement curling in her stomach. It was as if her body was becoming overheated from his gaze. She hoped he reached the bedroom before she burned to a crisp.
Moments later, she felt the mattress beneath her back. She tried to tug her dress down, but he pushed it back up, revealing her thong.
“I was wondering what you were wearing underneath your dress.”
She licked her lips. “Were you?”
“Yes, and it makes me want to see you totally naked, Claire.”
The fact that she wanted to see him naked, too, was undeniable, but she wouldn’t tell him that. She would show him. He reached behind her to unzip her dress, then before she could draw in another breath, he pulled it over her head and tossed it into the wingback chair in the corner.
Seeing his reaction to her wearing nothing but a thong and bra, caused heat to rush to her cheeks. Strange, she’d never been self-conscious when it came to her body. However, she’d never had a man’s dark gaze roaming over every inch of her, the way Logan’s was, finding those parts of her, both hidden and exposed. Suddenly, she was finding it difficult to breathe.
And then he leaned in and kissed her, and once again, the joining of their mouths took her to another level of ecstasy. Never had she known a man who took the time to put so much in a kiss. Not only was it filled with passion, but it was also laced with a sexual hunger that all but demanded she appease the carnal greediness growing within her.
This was so much more than a kiss. The way he was gliding his tongue against her, ravishing her mouth with not only his tongue but his teeth as well was driving her crazy. The way he was nipping around the corners of her lips was rocking her senses in ways she couldn’t believe. And his taste spread bone-melting desire all through her.
It seemed he was pouring everything into this kiss, devouring her mouth like a starving man finally given sustenance. And Claire was determined to give as much as she got. She was a quick learner and when he released her mouth, she decided she hadn’t gotten enough of his taste yet and leaned in and licked a slow path along his jaw line. And when she began using her teeth to nibble around the corners of his mouth, the way he’d done, the low growl vibrating in his throat showed his approval.
So, she kept it up and pretty soon, his mouth, firm and strong, settled upon hers once again. It felt as if her lips were sucked right into his and she detected an unexpected degree of wildness in his movements. And it was driving her to do some things she’d never done before. Like reach down and cop a feel of his erection.
Only that wasn’t enough. She tried lowering his zipper but was unable to move it very far. He got the message and suddenly broke off their kiss to ease off the bed to strip off his clothes. Not to be outdone, she used that time to finish undressing herself. Within minutes, they were both naked.
Claire’s gaze slowly roamed over Logan as she felt sexual anticipation clutch her insides. He was standing just a few feet away from her, his feet solidly on the floor, his strong, masculine legs braced apart. She was checking out every inch of him, especially that massive member that hung between his legs. The man was definitely blessed in that particular area. She felt the lower part of her body quiver with excitement, and she suddenly felt like she was drowning in Logan’s masculine scent. The smile on his face was so sexy, she’d almost think he was privy to her thoughts.
“I want you so badly, Claire,” he said softly. She watched his eyes roam all over her. When his gaze returned to hers, the very air between them felt heated.
“I believe I want you more,” she countered.
“We’ll see about that.” Then she watched him put on a condom before heading back toward the bed. And to her.
It took every ounce of Logan’s control not to rush over and pull Claire into his arms. The look of naked desire he saw in her eyes nearly made him explode. But he moved toward her in measured steps, while he fought against letting the need to make love to her totally consume him.
He had kissed her long and hard tonight. He was certain he now knew the shape, fullness and texture of her lips, the delicious taste of her tongue and the rapturous energy of her mouth. He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted
anyone. She was the missing piece of him, the connecting link. Now all he had to do was prove it to her.
As if she thought he was taking too much time getting to her, she eased off the bed, giving him a full-frontal view of her naked body. She was so beautiful, he almost stumbled. No bikini waxes for her. She’d kept everything one-hundred percent natural. And since he was a man who preferred it that way, he was more turned on than he’d ever been.
When he reached her, he pulled her into his arms again, loving the feeling of her naked skin against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he swept her off her feet, placing her back on the bed, then joining her there.
Logan kissed her again, still battling the rush of desire that hammered through his entire being. He eased his body on top of hers and when he broke off the kiss, he glanced down to study the perfection of her breasts. Her twin globes looked sinfully erotic and heart-stopping flawless. Determined to make her want him as badly as he wanted her, Logan leaned in and began licking Claire’s shoulders with the tip of his tongue, leaving a wet trail all the way to the nape of her neck. He loved hearing the low moans slipping past her lips and they emboldened him even further. He continued to run his tongue downward, toward her breasts. Although he was anxious to know their taste, he reined in his control. He wanted their first time to be a slow process, one they would both remember and cherish.
Unable to resist any longer, he reached out and cupped both breasts in his hands, loving the way they felt. His mouth nearly watered for their taste. They were beautiful, well-defined and firm, and when he brushed his thumb back and forth across a swollen bud, he felt it harden beneath his fingers. Deciding he could wait no longer, he leaned in and eased one of the nipples between his lips and then gently began laving it with his tongue. When he began to make slow, greedy sucking motions, her moans increased. Clinging tight to his shoulders she arched up, as if to drive the nipple more fully into his mouth.
Giving her what she so obviously wanted, he sucked harder, clutching her breast firmer in his hand while pulling it deeper into his mouth. He intentionally rubbed the side of his face against the other breast, wanting his bearded chin to increase the anticipation. Moments later, he switched breasts and continued the same vigorous process. The soft moans whispering from her lips conveyed just how much she was enjoying it.
And he’d only just begun.
While his mouth continued to pay homage to her breasts, his hands were traveling lower, down toward the center of her thighs. Once there, his fingers gently touched her and began stroking her in slow circular motions before easing past the cluster of curls covering her womanly folds. Easing his finger inside of her, he began stroking her, sliding his finger right and left, spreading the wetness he encountered there.
Her soft moans turned into torturous gasps, relaying an unspoken yet declared promise. He was getting her ready for his entry and he intended for it to be one she would always remember. She continued to moan and his strokes intensified.
“Logan…”
He knew what she wanted, but he was determined to maintain this torment for a while as he continued to make love to her with his fingers. Her scent and pure, hot heat were consuming him, and he couldn’t resist replacing his finger with his tongue. Breaking his hold on her nipple, he eased his face down her body as he pulled his finger out of her. Using his hands to clutch her hips, he pressed his mou
th against her mound, loving the feeling of having his nose in her womanly curls. And when he inhaled her scent, his erection throbbed mercilessly.
Deciding not to waste any more time, he locked his mouth on her mound and eased his tongue inside of her. He greedily stroked her wetness, drawing circles and delving deep within her with his tongue, sucking her juices and loving the taste of her. He couldn’t hold back the groans erupting from his throat. She was simply delicious.
Claire was using her fingernails to rake across his shoulders and back, leaving her marks while he used his tongue to unapologetically ravage her. The slight pain didn’t bother him, but instead, it bolstered his greed. It was as if her taste had suddenly become addictive and he couldn’t get enough. And the way she had eased her hips off the bed to grind her mound against his mouth wasn’t helping matters. That had only aroused him even more. One of these days, he would show her the act of face-sitting. He had a feeling she would enjoy it. He knew without a doubt that he would.
Logan continued to stroke his tongue in and out, all around in her, hungrily sucking her clit while ignoring the sound of her strained cries for him to stop, then in the next breath begging him to suck harder and go deeper. He knew he was pushing her closer to the edge when her breathing started coming fast and harsh.
“Logan!”
She screamed his name and he held tight to her clit, sucking it hard when she tilted her hips tight to his mouth. Clenching the muscles of his balls, he fought back his own orgasm as she continued to rock her hips against his mouth, drawing out hers.
When he felt the last spasm leave her body and her clit no longer was quivering, he pulled his mouth from her and met her gaze. He licked his lips. Her eyes were glazed in passion and her lips curved in satisfaction.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had one of those,” she whispered through raspy breaths. “At least, one generated by a human.”
Logan decided, then and there, to make it his life’s mission to make sure she never used one of those battery-operated pleasure toys ever again. “I hope it was better.”
A smile touched the corners of those satisfied lips. “If only you knew just how much better. I feel simply amazing.”
She hadn’t felt anything yet. He intended to bring the roof down before all was said and done. “I’m glad. Are you ready for more?”
She lifted a drowsy brow. “I think I need to catch my second wind first.”
He chuckled. “All you need to do is lay back and enjoy.” Easing between her legs, he leaned down and captured her mouth in his.
Nobody could kiss like Logan Montgomery. He hadn’t just kissed her—he’d made love to her mouth...and elsewhere. And now he was taking the kiss to a level that should be outlawed, was doing things with his tongue that was definitely scandalous. She’d felt drained earlier, but he was quickly stirring renewed strength and heated desire back into her. When he released her mouth, he stared down at her as if he wanted to say something. Instead, he used the tip of that sinfully erotic tongue of his and began tracing her lips.
Even deep in the throes of passion, she knew the moment he eased his knee between her legs to open them further. She could feel the massive head of his manhood press through her curls to settle at the entrance of her sex. Then he stopped and looked down at her.
“I want to see your expression when I ease inside of you, Claire.”
He’d said it as if it was really important to him, and so, she nodded, wanting to see his expression as well. She knew what they were doing was changing the course of their relationship and she was okay with it. Was he? She needed to make sure.
“Making love doesn’t mean anything, right? When it’s over, we’ll still be friends.”
For a quick second, she thought she saw something flash in his eyes, but before she could dwell on that possibility, he began easing inside of her, stretching her body to accept his size. And he held her gaze, those dark penetrating eyes piercing her soul the same way he was invading her body.
She loved feeling the long, hard length of him pushing inside of her, the way he felt against her feminine muscles. She clutched his shoulders as he continued his trek inside of her, stretching her even more. She began shivering as sensations began to overwhelm her.
Instinctively, her inner muscles tightened around him and began milking him, slowly at first, then with a greedy intent.
“Claire…”
From the way he said her name, her movements were getting to him, pulling everything out of him. He began moving rhythmically in and out of her, while holding tight to her hips. As she became more and more aroused, he lifted her legs high up to his shoulders and began riding her hard.
Then even harder.
Intense pleasure washed over her, and she moaned deep in her throat, asking, begging, pleading as he rapidly rocked his lower body against hers. And then, as if having her legs on his shoulders wasn’t giving him the deep penetration he desired, he lifted her hips off the bed and eased up on his knees, plunging in and out of her with rapid, hard strokes. And the whole time, their gazes were locked on each other.
Claire knew he could see her desire for him, just as she saw what he needed so badly from her. She became lost in the deep, dark gaze holding her captive. He was pouring all that he was and everything he had into making love to her. His breathing, as well as the visible cords tightening in his neck, said it all. For the first time in her life, she was with a man who would give her everything. But did she dare give him the same, even though, at this moment, she couldn’t think of anything she’d like more?
She felt the first sign of a tremor escalate through her body, beginning at the top of her head and moving lower. He must have felt it too because he increased the rhythm and began rocking faster inside of her. Surging in and out with the urgency of a man desperate to mate. And they were mating--like two primal beings, intent on finding pleasure in each other.
When there was no way she could take any more, she screamed out his name with a primitive force. Her climax was stronger than anything she’d ever felt before, shaking her to the core and encompassing her in an explosion of pleasure.
“Claire!”
The heat was on. His and hers. Balls of fire burst to life inside of her, and she struggled to catch her breath, though not before she released another scream. Then she seemed to float on clouds of sensations that slowly lowered her back down to earth.
And still, he held her gaze. In his eyes, she saw naked desire. When his body jerked as he allowed his own gigantic release, her pulse flickered at the pleasure she saw on his face. Pleasure she still felt. He finally broke eye contact with her when he threw back his head to let out a deep, fierce growl. The sound made her quiver, while every nerve in her body hummed in blissful gratification.
At that moment, she realized that Logan Montgomery was walking testosterone. All six foot three of him. And she knew that before their vacation ended, they would have many more nights like this.
But when their time together ended, would she be able to let him go? Because she had a feeling this sort of lovemaking could become addictive.
18
JEREMIAH
Thanks for taking me out tonight, Jeremiah.”
“You’re welcome, Thea. I really enjoyed the movie. Did you?”
“It was fun, but I hate how they always finish off with a cliffhanger. They want to make sure you go to see the next one.” She sighed. “And I probably will.”
“Yeah, me too,” he laughed.
They didn’t say anything for a long moment as they walked side by side to his truck. While the movie had been good, what he’d really enjoyed had been her company. It had been years since he’d taken a woman out on a date, and when he’d suggested a movie, he hadn’t any idea what type of film she liked watching. He’d let her decide, and was thrilled when she’d chosen one of the super-hero flicks he was hooked on.
When they reached his truck, he opened the door and helped her inside. He couldn’t help noti
cing that she smelled good, and she looked good, too, in slacks, a blazer and blouse with a pretty floral scarf around her neck. He had a feeling Thea usually looked good. It was obvious that she took pride in her appearance.
“It’s still early,” he said, glancing at her after he’d gotten into the truck and started the ignition. “Do you want to stop somewhere for coffee and dessert?”
“No thanks. But if you have a taste for both, I make pretty good coffee. And I baked a pan of banana-nut bread this morning.”
Jeremiah smiled. She was inviting him inside for a snack. “That sounds wonderful.”
On the drive to her place, they talked about the movie, and she told him how she got into Marvel comics years ago when her youngest daughter was a huge fan. “I finally told her to come get her comics before I moved out here. She had a huge boxful of them. She’d convinced me that one day they would be collector items.”
Jeremiah chuckled. “My son Lyle was into comics as well. I didn’t have to convince him to come and get them, though. The boy guarded them with his life and still has them. He, too, believes they will be worth a fortune one day.”
Their conversation moved to the changing weather and how forecasters predicted it would be the nastiest winter ever. “I still plan to come over and chop some wood for you,” he said. “Will this week be okay?”
“That sounds perfect.”
And then they talked about church. He told her how long he’d attended his church, what his duties were, and what committees he was on. He invited her to come with him one Sunday, and she told him she’d be happy to.
When he pulled his truck into her driveway, it occurred to him just how easily he’d become a part of her life, and she, a part of his. They just seemed to fall in together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was nice.
“It’s cool tonight, isn’t it? I’m glad I wore a jacket,” she said, as they walked toward her front door.
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