by Rhian Cahill
“Well…”
Her eyebrows rose, desire sparked in her gaze and he knew he had her.
“I’ve got this really hard problem…”
Those sparks turned into a blaze and her pupils dilated leaving a thin outline of brown around the edge. Meredith’s nostrils flared and she squirmed in her seat. Oh yeah, he had her.
“No matter what I do I can’t seem to—” Logan choked on the words in his throat as Meredith’s toes connected with his straining cock. He gulped hard and tried to stifle the groan gurgling in his chest.
He glanced around to make sure no one was watching them and slid down a little farther in his chair. With her gaze glued to his, she used her foot to bring him to the edge of orgasm as quickly as if she’d used her hand. If he’d known how skilled she was with her feet he’d have employed them earlier. Logan gritted his teeth and tried to think of anything but Meredith and her talented toes.
She brought her other foot into play and he thanked his lucky stars for long tablecloths. Logan lasted as long as he could but the rapidly approaching climax wouldn’t be stopped until she took her feet away. He reached under the table to grab her ankles. Holding them still, he closed his eyes and breathed slow and deep. Seconds passed before he had himself back in control.
Logan opened his eyes to find Meredith staring at him with a lust-filled gaze. It did his ego good to know he wasn’t the only one so easily affected by their encounters. He glanced at her plate and saw she’d barely touched her food but he felt an unrelenting need to drag her home and fuck her senseless.
“Are you done?” His voice came out scratchy with desire.
Meredith nodded and pushed back her chair.
On her feet before he’d even got his wits about him, she handed him the paper. It took him a second to work out she wasn’t asking him to carry it but offering it as cover for the raging hard-on stretching the front of his pants. He tossed some money on the table and stood. A dull ache stabbed at his cock as his shorts dug into the swollen appendage.
He tried to walk normally but it was a little difficult with the tightness in his groin and the woman next to him. She smelled like sunshine and coffee and he couldn’t wait to get her home to finish breakfast.
Chapter Three
They made it as far as the connecting door from the garage. Meredith would never get used to the way each time they touched they craved more. Every kiss, every stroke of a finger, every lick of a tongue felt like the first time. Clothes flew around the hall as hungry hands pulled them off and flung them out of the way. The room was filled with the sound of tearing cloth and harsh breaths.
She freed his cock and circled it with her hands. Hot steel covered in silk slid through fingers trembling with desire. Dropping to her knees she tried to take him in her mouth but Logan had other ideas. He pushed her back until she lay before him and came down over her.
“I need…”
He shoved her legs wide and lay between them, his cock poised to enter her dripping pussy and Meredith was grateful for the IUD she’d had fitted. No more worrying about condoms. They thrust forward together. Their hips collided in a burst of electric fire that consumed them both. Soft gave way to hard—her body yielding to the pleasure Logan’s delivered. His cock stroked the length of her channel with each slide. In and out, the hot drag drove her higher until there was nothing but him.
Logan rolled them until he was on the hardwood floor and she straddled his hips. He drove his cock into her and she quickly steadied her knees beside his waist and took control. She rode him for all she was worth, grinding and rocking her pelvis for maximum stimulation. Leaning back, she changed the angle of penetration and sent them careening out of control.
They climaxed together, jolting with each wave of ecstasy. Logan arched off the floor and Meredith threw her head back and held on until the last ripple subsided. She fell forward to be caught in Logan’s arms, he wrapped them around her back and pulled her close, their bodies still joined.
“God I love you.”
His breathless words stopped her heart. For weeks she’d played the ignore-that-twitch-in-her-heart game, not wanting to put herself out there to be trampled all over. She’d survived her ex because her love for him had died a natural death years before but with Logan things were different. Everything she felt with him was magnified a thousand times and Meredith knew without doubt if she let herself love him and he walked away it would kill her.
“You’re very quiet.”
She struggled to find words. Ones that wouldn’t destroy what they had—wouldn’t hurt Logan by rejecting his love. A deep sigh left her chest and she pushed up to look at him. In the depths of his eyes she found the courage to forge a future that just might have a happy ever after.
“I can’t give you that yet.”
He smiled. A bone-melting, toe-curling smile that was full of love and the promise of all the good things to come.
“I’m not asking for you to give me anything, Meredith. I just want you to accept my love, allow me to show you that love.”
His hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her down until their mouths were a breath apart. His gaze remained on hers as he pressed his lips to hers. Slowly he kissed her, licked out to trace the seam before probing inside to taste her. She melted into him. Let him take her deeper.
What seemed like hours passed before they pulled apart, gasping for breath. She stared at him and only felt relief, the fear she’d held on to had vanished in the face of this man’s love. She could see herself loving him. Hell, maybe that tremble in her heart really was love, she just needed to trust and let it free.
* * * * *
Meredith stretched lazily. They were lying in bed having virtually crawled there after they’d fucked each other senseless in the hall. She tried to drag up the energy to move, to get up and see about dinner. She’d lost track of time but the darkness of the room suggested evening had arrived. They’d made love again when they’d made it into the bedroom. The room smelled of sex, she smelled like sex. A shower was in order if she ever found the strength to walk again.
Logan’s hand landed on her stomach, traced slow circles on her skin. The motion lulling her to sleep while stirring arousal that had no business being stirred. It didn’t seem to matter how often they had sex they couldn’t get enough. In the last few weeks she’d had more sex than in her entire life and still she’d gladly have more with Logan. Anytime. Anywhere.
She turned on her side to face him and his hand scooted across her tummy to rest on her hipbone. A lock of hair had fallen across his eye and she pushed it back with a finger.
“You know sometimes this doesn’t seem real, like it’s all a dream.” Meredith searched Logan’s face, the need for reassurance suddenly beating with her heart. “Ouch!”
“Nope, you’re awake, definitely not a dream.” He smiled at her.
She brought her hand around to rub her smarting butt cheek. “You pinched me.”
“Wanted to be sure we weren’t dreaming.” This time he laughed.
Meredith snuck her hand up and pinched his nipple. His laughter stopped and he looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Payback’s a bitch you know.”
He lunged for her. Scrambling to get away, she tangled herself in the bedding. With her trapped, he took full advantage and began to tickle her. After weeks spent together, he knew all the right spots and it wasn’t long before tears of laughter streamed down her face and she struggled for breath.
“Uncle. Uncle,” she panted. “I give. No more.”
She collapsed to the bed, giggling as Logan continued to run his fingers along her skin.
“You’re beautiful when you smile.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and bounded out of bed. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and I’ll take you out to dinner.”
Meredith took the hand he offered and let him pull her to her feet. He turned her toward the bathroom and slapped her on the ass.
“Hey!”
Chuckling, he nudged her forward. “You need to move quicker.”
“I’m lucky I can move at all after today.” Her legs ached as she walked across the room. “Every part of me hurts.”
“If you’re even luckier I might give you a massage.”
His big hands closed over her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing into the tight muscles of her neck. She stumbled as the soreness turned to pleasure. A moan slid past her lips and Logan laughed.
“Damn you’re easy.”
“Only with you,” she murmured.
He spun her around and claimed her mouth—the kiss scorching and mind-numbing. Logan licked and nibbled until she thought she’d turn to liquid and puddle at his feet.
Slowly, he walked her backward, all the while devouring her mouth. She slipped on the bath mat and he lifted her off her feet to carry her. The cold tile met her back and Logan’s heat pressed into her front, plastering his hard muscles to the entire length of her. A shiver traveled down her spine and goose bumps sprang up in a rolling wave from her neck to her knees.
The wall behind her quickly heated as Logan began an assault on all her senses. His hands traveled over nerves brought to life by his lush kisses. He cupped her breasts, plumped and weighed them in his palms. When he tweaked her nipples with thumb and fingers she arched into his touch, desperate for more.
Logan’s hand inched its way over her stomach and between her legs. With sure strokes he teased her clit until she whimpered with need. Her hips jerked, thrashed to take his fingers deeper. Pulling her mouth from his, Meredith gasped for breath, her head resting against the wall. Hot kisses trailed down her exposed throat and he sucked on the delicate skin over her pounding pulse.
Drums roared in her ears and her legs quaked as Logan drove two fingers into her pussy, his thumb pressing on her clit. She catapulted over the edge and hardly noticed when he lifted her from the ground and drove his cock into her. Buried to the hilt, he pumped his hips and fucked her against the wall. Hard, fast jabs that kept her flying, her orgasm sucking at his length on each retreat.
She threw her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders with fingers searching for purchase on sweat-slick skin. Logan bent at the knees and rammed into her, hitting her G-spot dead on. Her pussy seized, clamped down and wouldn’t let go. Balls-deep, he came, spilling his seed deep inside.
Their ragged breath echoed off the walls, the harsh sound bouncing back and forth. He eased her to her feet and her legs wobbled a bit before holding. With the flick of his hand, Logan had the water running, the cold torrent stealing her breath. It soon heated and soothed sore muscles, washing away sweat and cum. Soaping up a sponge, he swept the soft foam over her with gentle care.
Meredith returned the favor, loving the feel of his skin under her soap-slicked hands. He shuddered beneath her attention, his muscles rippling as she cleaned him. She smiled, pleased with the effect she had on him even in this simple task of bathing.
When they were finished, Logan turned off the water and stepped from the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before running his hand up and down her back. Dropping a kiss on her head he backed away to get his own towel and dry off.
“So, what do you feel like for dinner?”
“Seafood?”
“Sure. We can head down to Shelli’s by the Sea.”
Meredith didn’t bother with makeup and just pulled her hair back with a fancy clip, letting tendrils fall loose to curl around her neck. She threw on one of her light summer dresses, a pair of flip-flops and she was ready to go.
They rode in companionable silence to the restaurant and didn’t have any trouble finding parking which was good. Sometimes you had to park blocks from the beach strip. Taking their time, they strolled along the waterfront holding hands. With the gorgeous summer evening surrounding them, Meredith couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be.
As she held Logan’s hand in hers she finally admitted what she felt for him was love. She knew it with a certainty that should have frightened her but didn’t. The emotion welling up inside stole over her, made her smile. Not wanting to share her love just yet, she held it close and savored the rightness of it. Meredith planned to tell him later, when they weren’t in public. Her stride quickened. She suddenly couldn’t wait for dinner to be over.
“Hey, what’s the rush?”
Meredith tugged Logan’s hand. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m really hungry all of a sudden.”
Logan’s laughter burst out. “Well you did forget to finish brunch.”
His devilish grin sent a thrill down her spine.
Oh yeah, she couldn’t wait for dinner to be over.
* * * * *
Logan sat and sipped his wine while he watched Meredith polish off the last bite of lobster. The hot and cold seafood platter for two sat on the table in front of them completely demolished. He couldn’t believe they managed to eat it all. When the waiter had delivered the three-tiered plate Logan had visions of taking home a doggy bag and eating seafood for the rest of the week.
“Damn, I’m so full I think I might explode if I breathe.” Meredith put her fork down and slumped back in her chair.
The move pushed her unconfined breasts out, her nipples poked at the thin material of her dress and sent Logan’s libido soaring. He’d noticed her lack of bra earlier and had a devil of a time trying to keep his gaze off her chest. His stomach wasn’t the only thing full. Blood had filled his cock the second his brain had worked out Meredith’s unclothed state. The woman could tempt a saint and watching her eat was better than watching porn. She savored every mouthful, the look of bliss on her face one he recognized well.
Their whole meal had been foreplay. The way she sucked the food from her fork to the way she licked her lips between bites had his heart pounding and blood racing. He’d shifted so many times in his seat it was a wonder he hadn’t worn a hole in it. Something about her was different, Logan couldn’t work out what but at some point between leaving her house and the restaurant there’d been a change in Meredith. It made her more appealing. All he wanted to do was take her home and back to bed where he could make love to her again, but he did the right thing and suggested dessert.
“Too full for dessert and coffee?”
“Mmm…”
“Not even a slice of Shelli’s decadent mud cake?”
She moaned. “You know I can’t resist mud cake.”
He smiled. “I’m all for tempting you.”
“Yes you are, aren’t you?”
Meredith slid her hand across her belly and Logan’s groin tightened. He knew she didn’t mean for the move to be sexy but that’s exactly what it was. Not wanting anyone to see the erection now tenting his pants, he sat forward and leaned his elbows on the table. It was becoming second nature to have to hide a hard-on whenever he was around her.
“So do you want some cake?” Logan hoped she said no. There was only one thing he wanted for dessert and it wouldn’t be served here.
“Can I go to the bathroom first?”
Logan laughed. “Don’t let cake get in the way of a nature call.”
“Back in a minute.” Meredith didn’t move. “Well I will be as soon as I can pry myself out of this chair.”
“Go on, I’ll order while you’re gone.”
Meredith pushed out of her chair, the move slow and fluid, and Logan swallowed the groan in his throat. The thin strap on her sundress slid off one shoulder revealing the top slope of a supple breast, her nipple playing peek-a-boo. She stepped beside him and leaned down to brush her lips over his.
“Make sure they heat the mud cake and add a dollop of ice cream,” she spoke against his mouth.
Logan thrust his tongue out and pushed it into her mouth. She tasted of lobster and butter. His cock throbbed and he pulled back before he lost control. He gave her a little nudge. “Go. I’ll order your cake just the way you like it.”
“And that’s one of the many reasons I l
ove you, Logan. You know just the way I like it.”
In stunned silence, his gaze glued to Meredith’s butt as she made her way across the room, Logan couldn’t believe she’d dropped that bomb now. Screw having dessert, he’d pay the check and the second she got back from the bathroom they were leaving.
Meredith felt like a sloth as she wove her way through the tables to the back of the room. They’d been given a table by the windows which meant the restrooms were on the opposite side of the building but the view of the ocean was worth the trek to the toilet. She really had overindulged. Seafood always was a weakness for her. So many wonderful flavors and textures to enjoy and Sydney never seemed to be in short supply.
She’d enjoyed the last hour more than any other she’d spent with Logan. A peace and contentment she’d never felt before had settled over her and Meredith could only think it was because she’d finally admitted her true feelings. A smile stretched her lips and laughter bubbled in her throat.
She loved him.
The depth of her feelings should surprise her but it didn’t. Maybe she’d been a little in love with Logan for years and never known. It seemed they’d been friends forever and now that they’d taken things that step further she couldn’t deny the rightness of the emotion flooding her chest. She was in love with Logan Foster.
Caught up in her thoughts, Meredith nearly fell into the ladies’ room as the door swung inward. She stumbled forward and almost collided with the blonde coming out.
“Oh, sorry.” Meredith stepped back out of the way and let the woman pass.
Before she could get inside the bathroom she was spun around, the grip on her arm hurt as sharp nails dug into her skin.
“Are you following us now?”
The high-pitched squeal grated on Meredith’s nerves and the angry face inches from her own made her take a step back. It only took a second to place the harpy screeching in her face. Barbie.
“When will you give up and realize you have no chance of getting Dirk back?”