He nodded. “You’ve done well, adapted faster than many would, despite the other issues going on in your life now. I’m proud of you.”
His words shouldn’t mean anything to her. They were just finding a way to get past each other and moving on. But his praise warmed her. “Thanks.”
“In the meantime, I think I can make up for these bruises.” He dragged one finger through her soaking folds. She’d been aware that she was wet, but this was almost embarrassing. “Someone’s aroused.”
As she watched his c**k rise up hard and tall again, Tara gave him a pointed glance down, then slanted him a saucy smile. “Clearly.”
“Bratty girl. I’ll definitely spank you again.” He lowered himself over her, covering her thighs, belly, and chest, before buying his face in her neck. “Later.”
At the feel of him on top of her, heat raced through her veins like a drug. She clutched him, held him tight. Probably not smart, but Logan’s tenderness was getting to her. Like this, he made everything feel so intimate.
He inhaled her, drawing in her fragrance. “Hmm. Sweet and spicy, like cherry-vanilla. I used to promise myself that I’d lick your skin again if I ever got the chance.”
And he did, drawing his tongue over her neck, her shoulder, breathing fire all over her. Tara shuddered.
Then he eased down her body and sucked her ni**les into his mouth, one at a time. The little points ached from everything they’d endured today. Brad had always been an ass man, so he’d paid little attention to her br**sts. The one time she and Logan had had sex, he’d taken a ravenous interest in her wide pink areolas and hard ni**les.
Every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth now only enthralled her more. She writhed under his body, unconsciously spreading her legs wider.
“Do you want me, Cherry?” He nibbled on the underswell of her breast, then dragged his tongue to the tip before sucking it deep inside, then giving it a dizzying little bite.
Even if she hadn’t already decided this would be the best way for them both to move on, Tara wouldn’t have been able to resist him. “Please.”
“A sweet little plea. You, I’d never even try to resist. I’d fail miserably.”
She barely managed to smile at his sweet words before his hips slid between her thighs and he settled the head of his c**k to her entrance. Tara tensed. It had been over a month since she’d had sex, and Logan was much bigger than Brad. This was going to stretch and burn—in a good way.
He cradled her cheek, caressing with his thumb. “Take me, Cherry. All of me.”
Then he pushed into her slowly, inexorably, one torturous inch at a time, no pausing, no waiting, just a slow, relentless entry.
She wriggled against the slight sting of discomfort, but kept taking him. She wanted to feel him deep and know that, for that moment, he was totally hers. Thrill and pride filled her because he chose to be with her after he’d denied all others for years.
With that thought, Tara lifted her hips to him, impaling herself on the last of his hard length. She gasped as she stretched wide to accommodate him. God, he seared her. Everywhere inside her, so big, filling her so perfectly.
“That’s a snug fit, baby.” He threw back his head and groaned. “So f**king good.”
Tara felt the sound resonate through her body, seep all the way down to her bones. She hadn’t been this close to Logan Edgington in a dozen years, and in some ways being with him felt so extraordinary. In others, it felt so natural.
She eased her legs up higher on his hips. He sank down into her until his balls rested against her. The dizzying feelings of his hard c**k filling her rivaled her amazement that he was inside her, joined with her, once again. “You’re really here.”
“Yeah, Cherry. And I’m going to stay here as long as you’ll let me.”
His low, sensual words made her shiver as he eased back, almost to the point of withdrawal. The friction made her gasp. With anyone other than Logan, the pleasure gleaned during sex had been fleeting, because she’d been making someone else happy more than feeling real ecstasy herself. Now, every nerve in her body pinged with life, every cell attuned to him. Her whole body was strung up, the rest of the world fading away, until only Logan existed as he filled her again, nudging all the way up at the end of her channel.
“Cherry, give me your hands.”
Her hands? Tara frowned, then realized that she’d dug her nails into his shoulders already. She lifted them away and set her hands on the bed, next to his. “Sorry if I hurt you.”
“No.” Those burning blue eyes of his stared down at her, into her soul, and his body began working in deep, rhythmic strokes in and out of her. Tingles drifted like snow flurries through her veins. “I want to touch you everywhere. I need more control.”
She barely nodded before he took both her wrists and gathered them together in one firm hand, stringing them over her head. He ran his free hand down her body, then under her ass, angling her to take him even deeper. She gasped at the sensation, the burning fullness. He plunged in again, every rhythmic thrust stimulating her swollen clit.
Under him, she writhed, moaned. “Faster.”
He didn’t change pace. “Soon.”
With Logan’s entire torso covering her, the crisp hair on his chest rasped against her taut ni**les. His so-blue eyes kept her gaze prisoner as he moved inside her again and again, sinking deeper with every thrust, not just into her body, but with his gaze, with his will. Take all of me, it said.