Logan shook his head. “I’m going to enjoy seeing your every expression while I’m deep inside you.”
As her belly dipped in reaction, he flung her nightgown to the other side of the room. Despite the anticipation charging through her system, she laughed.
“Hey,” he defended, “if I had my way, I’d burn it. As it is, I’ll make sure you don’t need that for the rest of the night.”
Her belly quivered. “Kiss me, Logan. Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he promised, before dropping his hand to her hair, tucking his fingers beneath her head, and bringing her close.
This time, his mouth settled over hers firmly. He didn’t merely seduce her with his kiss; he took charge, nudging her lips apart with his own, tasting her deep inside, an endless tangle of lips and tongues that had her breathless and clinging. She wrapped her arms around his sizeable shoulders, fingers grasping into the hard flesh of his back as he moved between her thighs and began working his way down her body.
His lips caressed her everywhere. She shivered as they drifted down her neck, to the sensitive little spot where it joined with her shoulder. Those same sure lips pressed tender kisses across her collarbone as his palm cradled her breast in his hand. Languid honey rolled through her blood, and yet, every sense felt attuned to him. Even her skin seemed to strain closer to him.
“I fantasized about this a lot,” he whispered against her skin. “From the day I met you, I used to think about getting you alone and naked for uninterrupted hours, exploring every part of your body over and over.”
His words alone made her shiver, but when he closed his lips over the hard bud of her nipple, she cried out and arched toward him. Instantly, he wrapped an arm under her back to support her—and keep her there.
“When I’ve been drunk or just really damn lonely, I’d let myself think of you. You don’t know how f**king often I’d roll over in bed and wish you were there.”
The sincerity pouring off of Logan made her want to cry. “I thought of you, too. When I realized I was doing it, I’d try to force myself to stop. But sometimes, I couldn’t. I’d remember the way you made me feel, like a woman, like . . . someone special. No one else has ever made me feel that way.”
“Cherry, you are special. I’m never going to let you forget it.”
Tears stung her eyes, and she slammed them shut. If he kept talking like that, they wouldn’t get closure; she wouldn’t want it. She’d want nothing more than to cling to Logan and pretend the last twelve years had never happened. She’d want to pretend they could have a fairy-tale ending.
That would most likely lead to another broken heart.
Tara forced out a saucy grin. “Shut up and take your clothes off.”
He paused, then smiled down at her. “You’re awfully demanding tonight, baby. If you’re not careful, that’s going to cost you tomorrow.”
She shrugged, but excitement raced through her veins, pulsed between her legs. She would never have considered herself a glutton for punishment, but the way Logan dished out pain, it felt awfully sweet going down.
But he did as she asked, and shrugged off his tight black T-shirt. Every time she saw him exposed, she wanted to swallow her tongue.
“Are you going to tell me what this really means?” She traced the Japanese lettering along his bronzed, muscled torso.
“How much of yourself are you going to share with me?”
He’d dangled the answer to her question like a carrot, wiggling it in front of her face as bait, hoping she’d expose all her secrets to him.
Tara couldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t disappointed—or terrified.
He sighed. “If you can’t share everything with me tonight, Cherry, I understand. It’s been a long time for us, and Brad . . . I know it just ended. All I’m asking is that you share as much of yourself with me tonight as you can.”
He acted as if this was meaningful, almost momentous, not merely closure. Tara swallowed. Eventually he’d see that, while there was something wonderful between them, it wasn’t a forever kind of thing.
Was it?
She gnawed on her lip. “Is there anything else you won’t share with me?”
“No. I’m going to give you everything you’ll let me.”
That made her swallow against a new tide of desire. According to Xander, Logan had shared next to nothing of himself with anyone in years. The fact that he felt differently about her warmed something dangerous in her chest. She shouldn’t be more to him than the means to heal a wound. But she couldn’t deny that part of her wanted more.
Without another word, he stood and unfastened his jeans, then slid them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. Slim hips, jutting hipbones and a dark cluster of pubic hair revealed themselves before his c**k sprung free. She blinked.
Tara hadn’t looked at him when he’d taken her virginity. At sixteen, she’d been too embarrassed. The moment between them then had been tender, but now she knew why it had hurt so damn bad initially. He was long and incredibly thick and very hard. His stalk stood straight up, its head flaring bluish and wide and fascinating. He had, by far, the biggest c**k she’d ever seen.