God, she could barely focus through her haze of need. But those blue eyes were an inescapable lure; she couldn’t look away from the hot demand slowly burning her alive.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, give it to me.”
“No. Take it.” His eyes burned into her. “Take it now.”
As if his words had been precisely what she needed, the wall of sensation flattened her. She screamed, then she couldn’t breathe at all, just feel herself open wide to the pleasure pouring in.
And her soul pouring out.
As the deep pulses of her womb subsided, Tara stilled, sucked in a deep breath. Then she looked at Logan, as still as a statue, his face like a time bomb with a short fuse.
“Logan?”
“Did I take anything from you? Force anything on you?”
His questions made her feel small—and forced her to acknowledge the truth. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back. “No.”
“Then I’ll see you at oh six hundred.” Logan pressed a hard, fast kiss to her lips, then set her down on the silk sheet beside him. She barely had time to notice the wet spot she’d left on the front of his leather pants before he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.
Tara watched Logan go, feeling as if she was watching a part of her walk away. He was angry; it felt painful. The tears returned. What the hell had happened? One minute she’d been furious with him. Then he’d forced her to admit her need, take what she craved—and torn her wide open again.
Xander laughed, a bemused expression lighting his face.
Tara belted the robe more tightly around her waist. “What’s so funny, damn it?”
“I’ve never seen him so off balance. That orgasm was for you, you know. The normal Logan would have made a sub suffer to teach her a valuable lesson.” He turned to her, cocking his head. “But he let you come because he couldn’t stand to leave you hurting. God, you’re . . . perfect for him. I’m laughing because he’s going to the shower to think about you while he masturbates, as usual. But I don’t think that ritual is going to stand much longer.”
So much of Xander’s speech startled Tara that she almost didn’t know where to start. “You think that Logan thinks about me when he masturbates?”
“I know he does. Every day I’ve ever spent with him for the last five years.”
“For the last—” Impossible.
She opened her mouth to sputter . . . she wasn’t exactly sure what. Then she closed it. But the myriad of questions kept coming at her. “How would you know that he thinks about me?”
“He admitted it after a few too many shots of tequila. We’ve talked about it. I’ve even had the misfortune to walk into the bathroom and see it.” Xander sent her a quizzical expression. “Have you seen his tattoos?”
“I—I saw the Japanese on his ribs.”
“And you can’t read it,” Xander stated, quirking a dark brow.
“He told me it says ‘never quit.’”
“And he’s a f**king liar. Have you gotten a close look at him without his leathers?”
What was Xander trying to tell her? “No. He hasn’t taken them off.”
“Make him. I’ll tell you something straight up: Logan hasn’t had sex with a woman as long as I’ve known him.”
Tara’s jaw dropped. “No way. He spends a lot of time here and—”
“When he’s on leave, yeah. He spanks the subs, works them up, makes them come. He never kisses them. And he definitely never f**ks them. When he wants that done, he calls me.”
Shock pinged through Tara’s system. “Bullshit.”
“Ask anyone here at Dominion.” Xander sidled closer, dropped his voice. “Look, he’s my friend, and I’ve been worried as hell about him for a long time. His behavior isn’t normal. For a Dom, he’s an awful lot like a monk.”
It still wasn’t adding up for her. She understood Xander’s implication that Logan was hung up on her, but how was that possible? Logan had broken it off with her. Why would he be hung up on a relationship he’d ended so brutally? “I don’t understand. Why tell me this?”