Tara hoped that being with him would heal him, make him a whole, happy man again—and allow her to move on finally, too. But it wasn’t her concern for him that had her mewling, helpless to the charge and flash of sensations bursting all through her body as she thrashed under him. It was simply Logan and the way he made her feel special. Possessed.
So she took all of him, every grunted thrust, every wild kiss, every whispered word.
“You’re so incredible, Cherry.” He closed his eyes. “Nothing has ever felt better. I could stay inside you all night, all day, all eternity, and still want you more.”
Everything within her responded to him. Together, they strained for more pleasure, two halves of a whole both aching for something desperately that they could only get from the other.
With her hands pinned immobile by his grip, Tara had no way to exorcise her need to touch him except to lift her head and press her lips to his. Immediately, he took complete possession of her mouth. She melted, opening herself, unfurling, almost as if she could feel her mind, her heart, her very soul welcoming him.
Oh, God. This was dangerous. And there was no way she could stop.
“Yeah, Cherry.” He swallowed, panted, fused their gazes together. “I.” Thrust. “Can’t.” Thrust. “Take.” Thrust. “Another.” Thrust. “Minute.” Thrust. “Without.” Thrust. “You.”
Tara cried out as his words sizzled clear through her. Pleasure spiraled, a hot drizzle of sensation that burned her all the way to her core until she clenched down on him tight, hanging on the edge of the precipice. She writhed, cried out.
“Say you need this,” he demanded as he slammed into her again.
“Yes!” Tara arched beneath him, willing him deeper still.
“Say you need me.”
“God, yes!” Never, ever had she experienced this incredible rush to pleasure or felt closer to the man giving it to her. “I need you, please, Logan . . .”
Incredibly, he hardened even more, his thrusts became piston-fast. He stared down into her eyes as he slid his hand between their bodies and settled his thumb right in her clit. “Come with me.”
There was no stopping her orgasm. It was a brilliant surge of sensation charging through her system, swelling into something enormous, transcendent. She held her breath as every molecule in her body converged in the center, spreading not just from her pu**y, but seizing up her chest until it radiated down every nerve. Even her fingers and toes tingled. The pleasure burst, splintering her into a million pieces as she felt Logan jolt, grip her hands tightly, then shout out his own release, hot and liquid inside her.
For a long moment, her body pulsed, unable to stop the reactive shaking. Logan released her hands and wrapped his steely arms around her, dragging her against his slowing heartbeat. She threw her arms around his neck and clung. She’d never required someone for her next breath the way she did Logan in that moment. God, she’d been hoping to bring them both closure, but now he felt like a part of her . . . so necessary to her existence.
No, it was a mirage, her delusion left over from the pleasure. It would fade. It had to.
“Cherry?” he breathed heavily, his gaze fixed on her as he pushed stray tresses from her face. “You okay, baby?”
“Fine.”
But she wasn’t. Tears lurked under the surface. He’d broken her wide open again, persuaded her to give to him again some deep part of her she scarcely understood. Tara swallowed back the tears.
“No, you’re not.” Concern spread across his face. “Be honest with me. Let it out.”
She shook her head. “I just feel . . . raw, Logan. I don’t know what I expected, but . . .”
It wasn’t to feel as if she’d been turned inside out and ripped in two.
“It was everything to me, baby. Whatever you think, know that. Please believe me when I say I want to hold you all night and assure you that I’m going to be here for you as long as you’ll let me.”
Tara’s sigh trembled, and Logan frowned. She tried to send him a reassuring smile. The truth was, she was utterly overwrought. It had been naïve of her to think that either of them would get over a dozen years of pining in one night. Maybe their sex had been explosive because it had been so long and they’d needed each other so desperately. Maybe if she just . . . gave herself over to whatever it was they had for the next week, this thing would burn itself out and they could go on with their lives.
Maybe.
“It was important to me, too.” Whatever she said to him, she wasn’t going to lie. “Being with you again is better than anything I imagined.”
“So you’ll let me hold you tonight?”
How could she say no? The truth was, she craved feeling close to him as much as he seemed to need to hold her.
She nodded, tears welling up. “Yeah. That would be perfect.”
Nearby motel—Saturday morning