Logan

by Melissa Schroeder

  She kept moving against him, her motions mimicking a sexual rhythm. He couldn’t take it anymore. His body craved a satisfaction that he knew only Meg could relieve.

  He pulled back and tore off his shirt. Meg was already sitting up and had her hands on the button of his trousers. She slipped the zipper down, then moaned.

  “Lord, Logan, if I had known you hadn’t had anything on under the pants, I don’t know if I would have controlled myself this long.”

  He smiled. “Lass, I rarely wear underwear.”

  She licked her lips and before he could say anything else, she leaned forward as she tugged down his pants. His erection sprung forward, and she immediately had her hands on it. It didn’t take long before she had the long hard length of him in her mouth. She teased him as she moved that talented mouth over his cock, again and again, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Enough,” he said. He pulled away and tossed her back on the bed.

  He gave her no time to contemplate his actions. Instead, he shucked out of his trousers, then covered her body with his. He wanted to plunge into her right then, but he wanted to tease first.

  As Logan kissed his way down her body, Meg moaned with each slip of the tongue against her flesh. His mouth was bad, but add in those talented artist’s hands, and she didn’t know why the hell she had waited so long to take him to bed. He stripped off her panties without hesitation, then settled between her legs. Without taking his gaze from hers, he licked her sex, leisurely. It was possibly the most seductive thing a man had ever done to her. Then, he closed his eyes and plunged his tongue into her core.

  She moaned, or she thought she did, and widened her legs. Over and over, he dove inside her, teasing that tiny bundle of nerves. He took her close to the edge of completion more than once before drawing back. By the time he was kissing his way up her body, she was a quivering mass of need, begging him to end the torture.

  Logan rose to his knees and took her hips into his hands. He entered her in one hard, long thrust.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned.

  He leaned in to kiss her. Meg tasted herself on his lips and tongue. When he pulled back he said, “No, lass. My name’s Logan.”

  She laughed, which ended on a moan, as he pulled out and thrust into her again. Each time he entered her, he brushed against those tiny nerves, pulling her closer. He continued his assault, their flesh growing slick with perspiration. In one instant, she was clamoring for release. In the next moment, she was shattering. The surge of relief, pain, and pleasure burst through her. He bent down and kissed her, swallowing her scream. Her orgasm washed through her, as she convulsed from the power of it.

  Logan rested his forehead against hers as he continued to thrust into her. It only took a few more thrusts before following her, her name on his lips, and pouring himself into her.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Long minutes later, Logan woke up. He was still laying unceremoniously on top of Meg. He should be embarrassed by his behavior, but he couldn’t find the energy. Right now, he was amazed he was still conscious.

  With tremendous effort, he pushed himself off her. “Sorry I smothered you.”

  She didn’t open her eyes. Instead, she smiled. “No worries, Logan. I really liked it.”

  Bloody hell, he loved the way his name sounded in her accent. She took her time about it, the southern accent drawing out over the syllables. Here in the dark, with just the two of them, he loved that he was the only person who could hear it.

  He rolled them over and then realized they hadn’t even gotten the covers undone. Lord, doing that was going to take more effort than he could expend at the moment. In fact, if he didn’t know he was immortal, he would be convinced that he were dead.

  Logan slipped out of bed, then pulled the covers down, working them around Meg as he went. Meg, for her part, barely noticed. By the time he joined her back in bed, he was pretty sure she had fallen asleep again. He moved in behind her, then slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She moved this way and that, trying to get comfortable. Each time she did, she rubbed that cute ass of hers up against his cock. If she kept it up, she was either going to push him too far or completely unman him.

  Grabbing her hip, he stopped her movements, and heard a suspicious snort. It was then he realized she had been doing it on purpose.

  He sat up and she fell back into his spot. She was grinning up at him and in that one second, he was mesmerized. It was dark and he could barely see her, but the flash of white, the dimples, and the tumble of curls against the pillows hit home. This is what he wanted—who he wanted. Hell, he didn’t just want her. He needed her on a level that was probably unhealthy.

  In that one split second, he realized he was falling in love with her.

  Meg’s smile dimmed, as he continued to look at her.

  “What?”

  He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her. She placed a hand on his chest and stopped him.

  “Tell me. That look was serious.”

  He wanted to tell her everything, that for the first time in over two hundred years a woman had captured his heart, but he knew it wasn’t right. Meg wasn’t a woman who wanted to muddy up their time together with emotions. Instead, he leaned down, bringing his mouth within inches of hers.

  “I’m thinking of that great American saying…how does it go?” he paused for effect. “Payback’s a bitch.”

  Before she could react, he gave her a quick hard kiss, then grabbed her by her hips and turned her over. She screamed, but it dissolved into giggles, as he kissed his way down her back.

  She wiggled and screamed, but she was soon moaning, as he moved his mouth and hands over her flesh. With each touch, the connection to her grew more powerful. Without knowing why, he just knew that separation from her was going to be painful.

  He ignored the worries that threatened to ruin the mood and pulled her up to her knees. His hands were shaking, as he kneeled between her legs and entered her from behind. Again and again, he thrust into her. Soon she was repeating his name, over and over, as he took her up and over into pleasure.

  It wasn’t enough.

  He needed her to feel the same thing he was feeling, that connection that overwhelmed and humbled him. Each orgasm grew in intensity until he could no longer wait. As she came once more, he let himself give in to the pleasure. One last thrust and he surrendered.

  * * * *

  By the time she made it down to breakfast, it was almost eleven in the morning. Meg would be embarrassed if she hadn’t felt so damned good. She had known from the beginning that Logan would be an amazing lover. She had underestimated him, however. She followed the rich smell of coffee and fresh baked goods. Logan was standing in the corner, his hair still mussed, his eyes still bleary, as he sipped at his cup of coffee.

  “So, we all need to go out and do things today,” Angus said.

  Logan grunted and she grinned. The brothers were kind of cute when they were dealing with each other.

  Angus continued on as if Logan had agreed. “Both Maggie and I think it would be best to look like what we’re supposed to be: tourists. We can go separately or together.”

  “Let’s go out separately today, then meet up tonight,” Maggie offered, as she walked into the room from the direction of the terrace. She noticed Meg and smiled. “Well, top of the morning to ya. Late for you.”

  She barely noticed her friend because Logan was now looking at her.

  “Oh, Meg,” Angus said. “Are you hungry?”

  “Starving,” she said. “First I need some coffee.”

  “I just brewed some, since you two decided to lay about most of the day.”

  Logan slanted his brother a look and apparently Angus took the silent warning.

  She grabbed a coffee cup and stepped up beside Logan. The heat of him warmed her.

  “Good morning, Meg,” he said. That Scottish accent wrapped around her, teased her senses. She remembered the way he sounded in the midd
le of the night, when he moaned her name.

  “Good morning, Logan.”

  “Well, aren’t we all in a good mood this morning,” Maggie said. “I think if we are going to go out on our own, we better get going. I have a lot of things I want to see and not much time to see it.”

  Angus nodded.

  “We can meet at a restaurant. I’ll give you the address,” she said. It was hard to get the words out of her mouth. Logan continued to stare at her, as if he planned on having her for breakfast.

  She didn’t know when Angus left them alone. Logan continued to stare at her.

  “Stop that.”

  His lips curved. “What?”

  “You’re looking at me like…well, I don’t know.”

  She was flustered. It hadn’t happened in so long, but he had her feeling like an untried teenager. She sipped her coffee, then immediately regretted it. Meg despised black coffee.

  “Hmm.”

  It was the only response he gave her. The cat who ate the canary look on his face pushed her over the edge. With the flick of her hand, she bobbled his cup. Some of the coffee sloshed over the top.

  “Bloody hell.”

  Meg said nothing, as she went to the refrigerator and grabbed some cream for her coffee. She could feel his gaze on her, as she slowly went through the motions of doctoring her coffee and returning the cream to the refrigerator. When she shut the door, she found that crazy Scot in front of her. He placed a hand on either side of her head.

  “Watch it, witch.”

  She looked up at him and blinked innocently. “What?”

  “Like you didn’t do that.”

  She shrugged. “Maybe you’re just clumsy.”

  “Yeah?”

  She laughed. “I couldn’t help it. You cannot look at me like that, Logan.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like a predator.”

  His eyebrow rose. “Is that a fact?”

  She smacked him on the chest with her hand.

  “Seriously, we have to go out, look like we are a normal couple.”

  “We are far from normal.”

  She snorted. “You know what I mean. We need to look like we are on vacation. Do things humans do when they are in Paris.”

  “Well, Ms. Meghan, I have a couple of ideas about that.”

  He leaned down and started to nibble on her ear. The graze of his teeth against her tender skin sent heat rushing through her.

  “Is that a fact?” she asked, leaning her head to give him better access.

  “Hmm.”

  His lips vibrated against her flesh. She closed her eyes as he slipped his hand down to her breast. She was only wearing a nightgown and robe. His large hand covered her breast as his talented artist’s fingers teased her nipple.

  Then, he was gone. One moment he was turning her into mush, then he was pulling away. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, but he gestured with his head to the doorway.

  “What?” she asked grumpily. Her body craved his touch.

  “Wait for it.” He handed her the coffee cup.

  In the next instant, Maggie and Angus appeared in the doorway.

  “Oh.”

  His lips twitched, “Yeah, oh.”

  “We’re off. Got the phone. Text us the address to the restaurant.”

  Angus waved at them, as he followed his wife out of the apartment.

  “Well, we’re all alone in this big, fancy apartment,” Logan said with a smile, as he started walking toward her. Before she could respond, he took the coffee cup from her hands and put it on the counter.

  “Hey, I need caffeine.”

  “I have a jolt for your system,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and turning to plop her down on the counter. He started to kiss his way down her body, and she decided she liked Logan’s jolt better than any cup of coffee.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  They made it up to the bedroom at some point. She wasn’t sure exactly when or how. The man had put her into some kind of sexual haze. It made her lose track of all sense and time.

  She sat up and looked around her bedroom. Clothes from the night before, along with the clothes from today, were strewn all over the place. Her bed looked like World War III had been conducted on top of it. The man was going to be the death of her.

  Speaking of which, she was wondering where he was. She was about to call for him, but he stepped into the room. He’d pulled on his pants, and that was it. He held a tray with food in his hands and was carrying something beneath his arm.

  “About time you woke, Meghan. I had to forage for food all by myself.”

  She smiled, as he set the tray down on the mattress beside her. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers.

  “Well, you are the man, so I think that’s part of the job.”

  “I thought with your abilities, you would have been able to blink a feast up.”

  She frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  He set a sketch pad down and crossed his arms. He blinked. “Like that.”

  “I am not a genie. What do you expect, me to dress up like Barbara Eden and live in a bottle?”

  “I don’t care about the bottle, but the outfit…now that might be nice.”

  She laughed. “Logan McLennan, you are horrible. Besides, as often as you take my clothes off me, I assumed you could care less what I’m wearing.”

  He chuckled and sat down in the chair by her bed.

  “What are you doing over there?” she asked, pulling a grape free of the stem.

  Logan grabbed the sketch pad and settled back against the chair. “I want a little space.”

  She frowned at him. “I didn’t give you permission.”

  “I didn’t ask,” he said, his concentration on whatever he was working on.

  “That’s rude.”

  He grunted, but continued working. She ate the selection of fruit and cheese he’d brought her. The man did have taste, and he knew exactly what she liked. He paid attention…and took care. Meg wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She didn’t get close enough to the men in her life for them to know too much about her.

  Or take care of her.

  “Don’t look like that.”

  Logan practically barked the order.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you’ve sucked on a lemon.”

  She shook her head and went back to eating. The only sound in the room was his pencil moving over the paper.

  “Why don’t you use your Magick like you did this morning?”

  She shrugged. “I was always taught not to show off talent.”

  “Why?”

  “Daddy taught me to be careful. We didn’t always travel in the best circles. His worry was that people would see what I could do, and that would put me in danger.”

  “What was he like?”

  She glanced at him, and he was still working. “My daddy?”

  He nodded, but kept drawing.

  “He was a good father. Not the best, but good. It was just the two of us for most my life.”

  “What happened to your mother?”

  “Died in a wreck, drunk driver.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I was so young, I barely remember her. I do remember her abilities though.”

  “Singing. A siren like you?”

  She nodded. “Yep. I remember hearing her sing, watching men just melt when she did. But, Daddy didn’t want me to do that. He didn’t want me to draw attention to myself. So, we went on our way for years. We mainly stayed in the south. Daddy came from a long line of con men, and he carried on the tradition.”

  When she stopped talking, she looked at him. He was watching her now, done with his piece of work.

  “Lemme see that,” she said. She’d expected him to hide it, but he easily offered it to her.

  When she looked down at it, the breath tangled in her throat. It was her, but not her. She recognized the shape of her face and her eyes, but there was something e
lse there. Soon, the picture wavered and she realized she had teared up.

  She looked…Magickal. She also looked innocent. It was a simple pencil drawing, but somehow he had created something beautiful in just a few minutes.

  “What do you think of it?” he asked.

  She raised her head.

  “Meg?”

  She shook her head, and that’s when she realized she was crying. “It’s not me.”

  He slipped out of the chair and sat on the bed beside her. “That’s how I see you.”

  “No, this is too…”

  She couldn’t say the words, so she turned away. She needed to get away, to hide. Showing Logan her tender underbelly wasn’t something she could stand. He didn’t let her go, the stubborn Scot. Instead, he grabbed her arm and held her in place.

  “Let me go, Logan.”

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  “Not until you hear this.”

  When he didn’t continue, she looked at him. His gaze was steady and his expression was serious.

  “I’m waiting,” she said.

  His lips did that little twitch that told her she’d amused him again.

  “This is how I see you.”

  The simple words sent warmth to her heart. She wanted to believe he did see her that way, but it was too much to hope for. She pushed those thoughts away. Hoping for things that would never happen ended in heartache.

  “Are you on crack?”

  He shook his head. “I see you as you truly are.”

  Meg twisted her hand trying to release her wrist, but she couldn’t get him to let go.

  “Yeah and you think of me as some kind of innocent fairy sent here to save you?”

  “No. But, I think you’re not as tough as you think you are.”

  “Don’t be fooled because we slept together.”

  Something she couldn’t discern came and went in his eyes. He let her go.

  “I think we should go out, play the role.”