Logan took a ripe nipple into his mouth and suckled. The salacious sensations were too much. "Stop." Guilt turned into need. She writhed under him. "Please." Ava no longer knew if she was pleading for more or for him to stop.
He moved to the other breast and sucked hard. A hot ball of pleasure and pain swelled in her. "Oh my… what are you doing to me?" Feelings she'd never felt before splashed over her. White-hot light exploded behind her eyes. "Logan, stop! Please!"
He halted his exquisite ministrations.
Ava whimpered in protest.
"That was three times," he said.
Tears clogged her throat. Yearning flowed through her. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"Honey, that was a little taste of what's to come."
Ava moved, her knee nudging against his rock hard cock. Logan shifted away. "Careful, baby."
* * * *
Her emerald green eyes lowered and a sweet smile crossed her lips.
His dick throbbed under her scrutiny. Logan's body hadn't felt this alive in years. For as long as he could remember, he had sated his baser instincts with random women. Logan hadn't denied himself anything and, as a result, had lost the best part of sex—love. He placed open mouthed kisses along her flat belly. Nothing he had done over the years felt as good as Ava did right now.
Her abdomen quivered and a moan rumbled in her chest.
Logan licked the small divot around her bellybutton. He'd kick his ass later for indulging himself and taking something she wasn't ready to give. He was a greedy son of a bitch and knew it. Slowly, Logan kissed her navel and licked his way down to her center.
Ava's delicate hair tickled his chin. Logan couldn't remember the last time he had a furred muff. Lust drew at his balls.
She bolted upright. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you how it feels to be cherished." He kissed her cleft. "Lie back and enjoy." He dipped his tongue into her sweet wetness, the taste of her pussy stimulating him ever more.
Ava rested back on the pillow. "Oh, Logan."
Logan delved in. The sweet smell of her excitement filled the space. "God, I could live off you," he said around her swollen folds. Logan flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit.
"Oh, Logan," she whimpered again.
He held back the need to come. Logan gripped Ava's hips and feasted on the most delicious cunt he had ever tasted.
* * * *
Tension coiled inside her. Ava didn't know which she liked more, his tongue inside of her, or his mouth sliding over the tight nub of nerves. "Please."
He slid a finger inside. Her muscles clamped around his digit and a ball of red-hot heat expanded in her. Ava's beige world shattered into a million pieces of bright colors. He continued his delightful torture. She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but Logan held her in place and continued to feast on her.
Ava couldn't take anymore. An orgasm more intense than the last raced up from her toes to the top of her head. She arched off the bed and screamed.
Her sensitized body trembled. "Is it supposed to feel like that?" She panted and rolled over.
"Did it feel overwhelming and intense?"
Ava's head felt like it was spinning. "Yes. I've never felt anything like it."
He sat and turned placing his feet on the floor. "What about your boyfriend?"
She stared at his back and reached for him. Ava glided a hand over his tense muscles. Love for Logan overwhelmed her.
Ava had dreamt of this. She had longed for it. Could he ever love me?
"It was nice with Bobby. He was kind and gentle, but I never felt like that." She wanted to wrap herself around him.
He stood and walked naked toward the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
He paused at the door. "I need to take care of myself before I explode."
Uncertainty clawed at her. "Why can't I do to you what you did to me?
He spun, his piercing blue gaze locked on hers. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it, but I need a release."
"I want to make you feel how you just made me feel." Ava couldn't believe she was so brazen. Nick would be so proud.
Logan stalked back to the bed and sat. "I don't want you to feel you have to do anything you don't want to, or need time to prepare yourself for."
Having someone care about her the way Logan did had Ava smiling up at him. She hoped he could see the love she let show in her eyes. Ava rested her palm on his hand. "I don't know if you'll like what I'll do to you."
* * * *
Lust flowed through his veins. The way Ava looked at him, her heart plastered all over her face, had him wanting to kneel and thank God for this magnificent creature offering herself to him. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"I think I was ready when I walked in the club last night and saw you with that woman." Ava picked at a fuzz ball on the comforter. "I've never done anything like what she was doing to you before. I may not be very good."
Tenderness—and embarrassment—inundated him. "Honey, just you offering makes me want to come. I don't think I have much self-control left."
She kissed him tentatively on the lips. It took everything he had not to take control of her mouth.
Ava broke the kiss. "If I do anything wrong you'll tell me, right?"
Before Logan could answer, Ava pushed him back and pressed her lips to his. Her heat surrounded him. He thought he would die as she took her sweet time getting to his cock, then glanced up and smiled.
"You're killing me." He moaned.
She sucked the tip of his throbbing dick between her lips and hummed as she took him deeper into her hot mouth. No other woman felt like she did. It was as if Ava's mouth was made for him.
Molten heat flowed into Logan. He bucked under her, trying not to drive himself hard into her mouth. "Ava, that's it… Like that. You feel so good."
She worked his cock as if she had done this to him a million times. Ava sucked harder and moved faster. Pleasure tantalized every cell in his body. "Stop." He grabbed her head. "I'm going to come."
Ava moaned and took him deeper into her throat.
His body trembled. "Ava, I can't control myself."
She moved her mouth faster and swallowed the sensitive tip of his cock.
"Yes," he moaned. "God yes, Ava." Logan's balls drew up into tight sacks of burning lust. "You're a natural." He pushed her head down on his cock. She gagged as the first spasm hit. Hot cum shot into the back of her throat. Ava gagged again and moaned.
Logan flopped back on the bed, trying to take in a breath. He sucked in air and waited for his world to settle. "I think that was the best fucking blow job I've ever had." He looked at her, and for the first time saw the tears running down her face.
"Fuck." What have I done? Logan pulled Ava up and pressed her against his chest. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
Her dazed and confused stare burned into him. "Ava, baby, say something." Regret stewed in his gut. He shouldn't have let her give him a blow job.
She exhaled. "Wow, that was great. I want to do it again."
Logan relaxed and laughed. Is she for real? "Give me a few minutes and we can."
Ava's eyes widened. "We can?" Her face reddened. "I mean I thought men needed more than a few minutes."
He wrapped his strong arms around her. "I don't." Logan kissed the top of her head. Unease settled over him and nagged at his conscience.
Chapter Seven
Ava's soft little body pressed into Logan's, warming his heart. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
She sighed. "I have never been so happy and so sad at the same time."
Tell me about it. He rested his chin on top of her head and breathed in her scent. "Do you want to talk about it?" Part of him wanted to run from this magnificent woman in his arms, while the other side, the part he'd shut off from everyone except Julie, wanted to tie Ava to his bed and never leave her.
"When my parents and Bobby died, I felt like I was being punished
. I threw myself into school and work to get away from the pain."
"Did it work?"
"No. I tried to repent for what I'd done, but I didn't feel at peace." She ran a finger over his arm.
The absentminded gesture soothed him. His dick grew hard once again. Logan could never have enough of his sweet Ava. Discreetly, he adjusted his body to hide his erection. "Do you feel guilty about what we've done?"
"Some," she said.
Logan's heart hurt and sickness rolled in his gut. "Please don't." He grabbed her hand. "What is done between us should be celebrated, not condemned."
"I don't know about that," she scoffed.
Logan maneuvered Ava onto her back and kissed her with everything he had. Please stay, he screamed inside his head. He kissed her again to keep the words to himself.
* * * *
Ava ground her hips into Logan's hardness. Spikes of ecstasy stabbed at her center as her tongue tangled with his. If this were a sin, she would happily burn in hell. Her nails raked down his back, eliciting a moan from Logan. Ava tore her mouth from his. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No." He nipped her bottom lip. "I don't really understand what you do to me, but I want more."
Logan leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. She dug her nails into his hard glutes. The phone rang in the background. He abruptly stopped kissing her, leaving Ava light headed and unsteady.
"Shit." He rolled off her then stalked to the door and pulled it open. "I have to get that."
She watched Logan leave, purred her contentment, and snuggled into bed. Maybe she could convince him to doing more than kissing. Excitement thumped through her. She let her eyelids flutter shut. If his lovemaking was anything like his kisses, she was in for a treat.
"I have to report back to base," Logan said as he reentered the room.
Ava opened her eyes and shivered as air-conditioned air chilled her overheated skin. Dread covered Ava and did nothing to lift the arctic freeze filling her heart. It's happening again.
She willed herself to look at Logan. He made such a handsome picture in the doorway. She tried to memorize every nuance of his magnificent frame. "Why?"
He moved to her. "I can't tell you." He cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry."
Ava turned away and sat up. She slid off the bed and walked over to her suitcase. What have I done? Ava lifted her bag and carried it back to the bed. "If the rug is going to be ripped from under me, I want to be dressed for the occasion."
Logan came up behind Ava and rested his hand on her shoulder. "Ava, I'm sorry."
She stuffed her raw emotions down into the cold, dark place where she locked them away. "I understand."
Ava knew in her heart she would never see him again. Just like she never saw her parents or Bobby again.
Every time she let her true desires out, someone she loved died.
Logan turned her and searched her face. A vein in his temple throbbed. "I don't think you do." He stepped back. "I'm calling Maggie to stay with you."
"You don't have to. I can be here by myself."
"No, you can't." He scrolled through the contacts on his phone.
"Julie stays here alone."
"Julie can take care of herself."
Hurt and rage bubbled up inside her. "And I can't?"
Logan pressed a button on his cell and turned away.
Ava had never experienced such intimacy before, and he'd just dismissed her like a piece of gum stuck on his shoe. Before she said something they both would regret, Ava turned and rummaged through the contents of her suitcase. She found a blue sundress and tossed it onto the bed.
Logan spun, and eyed the item on the bed. "Thanks, Maggie, I owe you one." His mouth tilted into a lopsided grin as he disconnected. He fingered the dress. "I think you could fulfill a few of my fantasies in that."
Ava's heart tripped and she shimmied into a pair of white cotton underpants and hooked a plain cotton bra. "Yeah right, I have the body of a twelve year old boy."
"You're just right." He ran a finger over her clavicle. "Soft in all the right places."
His gaze dipped to her bra, and he licked his lips. "God." Logan checked the digital clock behind her. "We need to get dressed. Maggie will be here any minute."
Ava tossed the lightweight material over her head and smoothed out the wrinkles. She watched as Logan dressed. His beige khakis and sand colored T-shirt hugged every hot inch of his body. His arms rippled and bulged when he zipped his zipper. She felt heat flare on her cheeks.
A sexy smile crossed his handsome face.
"Please be careful." She forced the words out around the basketball-sized lump in her throat.
Logan replied with a cheeky wink. "I was born careful."
Before she could beg him to stay, a knock sounded at the door.
He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "You may want to fix your hair."
Ava reached up and felt the rat's nest on her head. "I must look awful."
"You look great." He pressed a chaste kiss on her lips then rushed to answer the door.
Doom and gloom settled in her heart. Ava reached for her brush and pulled it through the tangled mess and tried to tell herself that the sting in her eyes was just from the brush tearing through the knots caused by the afternoon's activities.
Logan walked back into the room. "Careful honey. You'll have no hair left if you keep that up."
How could he look so calm and in control? Didn't he know her heart was breaking into a million pieces? She placed the brush on the nightstand and forced herself to smile. "Sorry."
A look Ava couldn't read moved over his chiseled features. He stepped over to her and wrapped her in his strong arms. "I hope you found what you were looking for." Logan pressed his lips to hers, giving her the most tender kiss she had ever experienced. He leaned his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.
She stopped her arms from moving to his shoulders. "I did find what I was looking for." I was looking for you, and you're going to leave me too.
Logan's beautiful blue eyes opened and bored into hers, his hands slipped from her waist, and he straightened.
She braced for whatever he had to say, but he just left the room.
The pain Ava held in erupted from somewhere deep inside her soul. She sunk onto the floor and buried her head into her knees. She would never see Logan again. She just knew it.
Ava wanted to call Nick and tell him she was on her way home, but just didn't have the strength to find her phone. Pulling her knees tighter to her chest, she let the tears flow.
A hand touched her shoulder, and a gentle female voice wafted through Ava's grief. She wanted to tell the other woman to leave her alone, but she had a feeling Maggie wouldn't listen.
Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? She leaned into the other woman.
After crying her eyes dry, Ava willed herself away from the warm comfort Maggie gave and stood. "I need to pack."
Maggie pushed to her feet. "Where are you going?"
"Home." Ava shoved what little she had out back into her suitcase.
"If that's what you want."
It wasn't, goddamn it. She needed to feel Logan's hard body on hers, inside her. She wanted to come apart in his arms over and over again.
Ava tossed her hairbrush violently hitting the wall and leaving a small dent. "Damn it." She collapsed onto the bed.
Maggie sat once again next to her. "I want to tell you something."
She swiped at her cheeks. "What?"
"In all the years I've worked downstairs, I have never seen Logan lose control like he did last night."
She must have had a skeptical look on her face, because Maggie went on.
"I have seen him do a lot of things in the club, but I have never seen him lose it like he did when you walked in." Maggie stood and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Ava to ponder the new information.
Chapter Eight
Logan pulled his large, black Harley in front of Paradise. A small red Toyota Corolla had re
placed Julie's lipstick red Mustang convertible. "What the hell?" Logan parked, anticipation and dread drummed through his body. It had been over three months since he was last able to contact home, and he wondered if something had happened to Julie's prized possession.
He turned off his bike, removed his helmet, then swung a jean-clad leg over the impressive machine. His body screamed in protest. Logan needed… What? Sex? No, he needed Ava.
He shook the thought from his head. She has to have gone back home by now. Logan tried not to think of the guilt and hurt on Ava's beautiful face. The tears shimmering in her sexy green eyes almost had him going AWOL.
This mission beat the shit out of him and his team. He needed to release the pent up aggression, anger, and desire that an assignment like that caused.
The enemy almost won this round. His head pounded from the weeklong debriefing and the two day trip back home.
"I need a drink," he muttered as he unlocked the back door then started up the stairs only to stop short.
"For cripes sakes, Nick. Hurry up, you're going to miss your plane."
Ava's annoyed voice washed over Logan from the slightly opened door. The sound of her helped settle some of his unease.
"You're the one who wanted to go out for breakfast," an agitated male voice said.
Logan's heart all but stopped in his chest. The thought of his Ava going out to breakfast with another man had his killer instinct coming to full alert.
"If you didn't flirt with every woman over the age of consent, we would have been back an hour ago."
"Give a guy a break. You come home three months ago all sad and depressed, eating ice cream like it was crack cocaine. Then, one night you have a dream and you're moving to Miami. A man needs some R and R after all that."
"Well every girl is entitled to an epiphany at least once in her life."
Logan bit the inside of his check to keep from laughing.
"Next time do it on your own," the man teased.
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