word was somewhere between a groan and a demand. Logan adjusted his arm, lifting her hips a fraction of an inch higher.
“Mmm.” Even though she was satiated, she wanted to feel the force of his orgasm.
His strokes were shorter and faster, and he held her prisoner, nearly splitting her in two as he came, his body hot and pulsing.
He remained inside her for a seemingly impossible amount of time, his body protectively covering hers.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, bound together, hot and sweaty. But when reality returned, she noticed that the fingers of their right hands were entwined. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Eventually, he helped her up.
They showered together, and when they were back in bed, he wrapped an arm around her waist, his dick shockingly semi-hard against her butt cheeks.
“You can’t possibly…”
“Depends on how still you are.”
Brazenly, she flexed her hips.
“You sure you want to do that?”
If she weren’t so exhausted and warm, she might explore further. Instead, she heeded the warning, settling against him, enjoying the sensation of being protected, not on guard, maybe for the first time in her life.
Tonight was better than last night. Familiarity was its own form of comfort.
But she came to awareness in the middle of the night, beneath him, her hands pinned above her head. His breath was warm on her face, and even in the darkness of night, she read desire in his eyes and intent in the tilt of his chin.
“You can wake me like this any time,” she said sleepily.
Where their earlier couplings had been intense, this was sweet. He gave, she accepted.
He made sure she was taken care of before he came in the condom.
Without ever waking up fully, she drifted back to sleep, hazily aware of the way he snuggled up to her and covered her shoulders with a blanket.
The next thing she knew, daylight had crept into the room, and she was alone in the bed, just like she had been the previous morning.
As was becoming a habit, she wrapped herself in a sheet and went into the living room.
Logan stood in the kitchen, hips propped against the countertop, cup of coffee in hand, looking devastating with the shadow of a beard. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Not at all.”
“Coffee? With five sugars?”
“Please.”
“The storm has eased off,” he said as the machine brewed her cup. “Snowplows should be out soon.”
Outside, only a few gentle flakes drifted down. The sun had burst through, and the sky dazzled in its stark blue color.
“I received a phone call around four,” he told her. “Potential break in the case I’m working on.”
She shouldn’t have been surprised. The whole weekend had been borrowed time. Jennifer told herself she should have been grateful for what they’d had.
“We’ve been monitoring a house to see if our guy would show up. Someone potentially matching his description arrived in the middle of the night. He’s been holed up.”
“So you need to leave?”
“Soon.” He nodded. “I need to take over for Jeremy.”
Her stomach plummeted.
“I’m not letting you get away,” he said, promised. “I want your phone number.” He dug his cellular out of his pocket.
Jennifer gave him her information, and he programmed it in before saying, “I cleaned the snow off both of our cars and scraped the ice from your windows, but I suggest you wait until the sun is up before leaving. The longer you wait, the safer your drive will be.” He pulled out her cup and stirred in five packages of sugar, wincing the whole time.
“Thank you. Not just for the shoveling, the cleaning up and the coffee…” She accepted the cup, added a dollop of cream then took an unsteady drink.
As if he had all the time in the world, he waited for her to continue.
“But also for this weekend experience.”
“It’s only the beginning.”
After she had a second sip, he took the cup from her and slid it onto the countertop. His hands firm on her shoulders, Logan tugged her close. “I’ll be in touch.”
She tried for a casual, ‘I’m unaffected by what happened and don’t care whether you do or don’t’ smile. “That would be nice.” Nice wasn’t the word. Reality-tilting was closer.
He fisted one hand into her hair and tugged back her head.
She met his gaze. His eyes were the color of frost. But his lips were heated, his tongue demanding.
He ripped the sheet from her body,