Belong to Me(58)

Warm jets of salty fluid sprayed to the back of her throat, coating her tongue. Feeling the way his body shuddered, hearing his whispered “Cherry, baby, yes . . .” filled her with something she couldn’t quite explain. Happiness was too simple, as was pride. It was a deepening connection, a gladness that she’d given him something he desired.

She softened her suction, lapping at him, bringing him down slowly. He cradled her head at the crown, then caressed her hair, filtering the strands through his hair for a long moment until he pulled free.

When she looked up to meet his gaze, he wore this dazed, happy expression. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. He was so blindingly handsome when he smiled that the sight of him almost hurt.

He sighed, then leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose just before he stumbled to the bed and fell flat on his back with a wobbly smile. “That was . . . awesome. No, incredible.” Logan shifted his body to his side, then propped his head on his hand to look at her. “I needed that.”

Warmth suffused her. As broken as he’d been, she was happy to offer him some form of release that hadn’t come from his own hand.

“You don’t let the subs at the club do that to you?”

Logan shook his head. “The last one who tried spent twenty minutes at it. It wasn’t going to happen, so I let her off the hook. My fault, not hers.”

Conflicting emotions clashed inside her: pride that she’d succeeded where others had failed, but jealousy that other women had taken him in their mouth. It wasn’t rational or fair. If anything, he had more reason to be jealous. She’d been engaged, had sex in the last five years. Feeling proprietary wasn’t smart. She was supposed to be getting over him, helping him let go. But she supposed it was only natural to feel close to him when his scent and taste still lingered and he laid beside her, watching intently. The right time to say good-bye would hit them both, and they’d be done, whole people ready to face their lives.

“You’re staring off into space. Did I lose you already?”

She shook her head. “It’s just been a momentous day.”

He winced. “Two orgasms, a spanking, being fondled by a stranger, and a breakup. If you’re too tired for more, I’d be perfectly happy to get you off with my tongue, then let you go to sleep. Is that what you want, Cherry?”

Chapter Nine

WAS Logan suggesting they not make love? Or rather, not have sex. They weren’t in love anymore. Freudian slip. As much as she loved his tongue on her—she coiled tight with desire as she remembered the feel of his mouth pushing her up and over—that wasn’t what Tara wanted. Besides, she didn’t think they’d ever be able to move on again until they’d truly connected.

“I’d rather have you inside me.”

His blue eyes darkened. “Come here, baby.”

Tara eased back on the bed, closer to him.

“Let me see those pretty ni**les.”

Blushing, she did as he asked, then sucked in a breath when he drew one into his mouth, then pinched the other between this thumb and fingers. Tara gasped as the sensation shot directly to her clit. When his teeth nipped at the sensitive bud, her body jolted with sensation.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against her breast.

There was no way she couldn’t obey that. Slowly, intentionally teasing him, she parted her thighs. Logan grunted, growled a warning, then shoved his body between her knees and pried her thighs open wide.

“I ought to spank you for that.”

Tara grimaced at the thought.

He grinned. “You sore, baby?”

“A little.”

“Let me see.”

She hesitated. God, she hated to show anyone her less-than-perfect backside, but especially perfectly yummy Logan. But he’d only push her until she complied. With a sigh, Tara rolled over.

He hissed out a curse. “I’m so sorry I bruised you, Cherry. I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, you will. I bruise really easily. It didn’t hurt. Well, not too much.”

Logan caressed her ass with gentle fingers, then rolled her back to face him, his expression full of concern that melted her more than it should. “If I ever truly hurt you, I expect you to use your safe word. Understood?”

“I got it. I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself.”