had feared, Elena promptly gave him that response, she couldn't help herself, her Ups opening beneath the pressure of his. Her craving for Logan surged with the surge of his tongue into her mouth.
Heat flooded her body. To press her lips harder to his, she went on tiptoe and the movement caused her breasts to rub along his chest.
He made a choked sound, slanted his head to take the kiss at another angle, and then he shifted his hand to cup her breast. In a rush, her nipple tightened against his pahn.
Dizzy with desire, she tilted her hips and felt him, hard and ready, against the cradle of her body. His hand left her breast and she protested, but then let the sound die as he jerked up her T-shirt.
With the fingers of one hand speared through the hair at the back of her head, he bent her back over his arm and lifted his mouth. His eyes liquid gold, he stared down at what he'd uncovered. Over the edge
of her lacy black bra, the tops of her breasts lifted with each of her harsh breaths.
Need built with each fast, heavy thud of her heart. Lost in excitement, she didn't think twice about lifting one hand from Logan's shoulder to find the front clasp of her bra. His arm went steely beneath her, his pupils dilated, black consuming the gold, and his response only pushed her own excitement higher.
Impetuous, impatient, she twisted the clasp and the cups of the bra sprang apart. She brushed them away from her skin.
He seemed to drink in the sight of her bare breasts. '*So beautiful."
Desire crashed over her again, raising goose bumps on her bare skin, raising her nipples to tighter points. He bent his head and took one in his mouth.
Elena closed her eyes, arching to lift herself to him. He sucked, and an intoxicating, paradoxical mix of relief and rising need shot through her.
She needed this, she needed more.
Weaving her hands through his hair, she could only hang on while he simultaneously tortured and pleasured her. It was fire, the strong suction of his mouth, the soft, sure swipe of his tongue against her nipple. It was ice, when he left that breast cooling in the air as he moved to the other.
She moaned, and he left off Ae gentle suction to suck more strongly. Her fingers bit into his scalp and he bit gently at her nipple.
Hct pulse pounded harder. She felt it demanding and impatient at the apex of her thighs. Maybe he
heard it, because his hand slid down her bare midriff to the waistband of her jeans.
Elena helped his progress. She tore at the snap, unzipped her pants herself, almost sobbed when his fingers brushed against her lower belly. His hand inched beneath the elastic of her panties, and then his fingers reached to finally find where she was hot and slick.
Lifting his mouth from her breasts, he groaned. '*Elena." Her name was like a sigh before he kissed her again. His tongue slid inside her mouth. His finger slid inside her body.
They both moaned.
It was so good. Elena felt her inner muscles clasping him, felt his finger slide deep, then almost pull out, then slide even deeper. She felt as though she would die if she didn't have more. Have it all.
Desperate to get him naked, her naked, them naked together, she tore her mouth away from his. *Tlease, Logan."
Please, Logan. The words echoed loudly in her head. Please, Logan, She'd said that years ago, too. Her heart slammed against her chest.
'Tlease, Logan," she said again, now even more desperate. *Tlease, stop. Stop.''
He froze. Then he backed away from her until she was left standing without his touch as support or seduction. His breath was coming hard and fast and he looked dazed. Maybe that was why she wasn't embarrassed to be facing him with her shirt pushed up, her bra pushed aside, her jeans g^ing.
Maybe she wasn't embarrassed because she was still wanting him so very, very badly.
But she'd had to ask him to stop. She'd had to. For eleven years the scales had been unbalanced, because she'd begged him then, too. Please, Logan, she'd said. Please.
But he hadn't hstened.
So this time she'd forced herself to disengage from him. She'd had to turn the tables...balance those scales. She'd halted what was happening tonight because eleven years ago he'd been the one to insist she stop.
When she would have made love with him that night so long ago,