Tara stiffened. “No.”
“That’s okay. We’ll get you ready.”
“F-For anal sex?
“Yes.” He bent over her, draping her gorgeous ivory skin with his body. He whispered, “And before you ask, yes, with me. I want to be the first one to take you here.”
The only one.
She shivered, and he placed a palm on her bare back. “Don’t tense. We’ll go slow.”
But she wasn’t relaxing. Logan rubbed his palms across her stiff shoulders, dragged his thumbs down the outline of her spine, easing tight muscles. He traced the curve of her waist, kissed her shoulder blade. Gradually, the tension left her body.
“Good girl. I’m starting simple. This shouldn’t hurt. You have a few days to take something more substantial. For now, the plug should simply feel foreign. If it hurts, say so. If it really hurts, say your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Logan.” Her reply sounded breathy.
God, that sound went straight to his dick, too. He’d imagined that f**king her repeatedly last night would give him more self-control. Today, he was fighting for it harder than ever.
He curled one palm around her hip, sliding back across the lush globe of one cheek, frowning at the fading purplish bruise there. On her other cheek, he saw another that looked fainter, a greenishyellow. And he chastised himself. He was going to have to be damn careful with her.
Squeezing some lube on his fingers, Logan rubbed it with his thumb to warm it a bit, then inserted his fingers between her delectable cheeks until he found her untried opening. As he touched her there, she clenched tight.
Slowly, patiently, he pressed in with the tip of his finger. “Relax, Cherry. Breathe.”
She did as he asked. Her muscles let go, and he slipped inside her, up to the first knuckle.
Shit. Hot, tight, she felt like heaven. Once he got his dick inside her here, no way he would last long. He was damn well going to have to temper himself until she got acclimated to anal penetration.
Provided she even liked it.
Tara drew in a shuddering breath. Her head lifted and she turned to glance at him over her shoulder. Her cheeks were rosy with color, her brown eyes slowly dilating. He couldn’t stand not feeling her reaction for another second, so he wedged his free hand between the bench and her body, then lowered his fingers to her pu**y—and he smiled.
“You like this, Cherry?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re wet.”
“I like the idea of it.”
That was honest—and half the battle. Maybe she just needed a bit more to figure it out.
“But it scares me a little,” she admitted.
“I’m glad you shared that.” He kissed her back again, then whispered for her ears alone. “I’m going to make this so good for you, baby. I want you to imagine what it would be like to take me here, my chest covering your back as I pump you full and we breathe together. Can you feel the pleasure climbing?”
“Yes.” The sound was a breathy whimper.
“Me, too, baby. To get there, first you’re going to have to be ready. Can you push out on me? Yeah, like that. Bear down.”
In seconds, his finger slid completely inside, suddenly surrounded by hot satin fire. Logan began to sweat. God, something had changed between them last night, something fundamental. She’d tried to hide behind her professional façade and keep her distance, but now that he was stripping her of all those artificial barriers, he could see how she really felt. And her trust was so damn beautiful. He couldn’t wait to f**k her ass, to completely own her. It would require her to have a bit more faith in him, but if he was patient and gave her what she needed, it would happen.
The minute she let him slide completely into that pretty backside, he’d know that she truly trusted him. He’d ask her to stay with him, wear his collar. And no matter what he’d promised her earlier, as soon as this f**king assignment was over, he was going ask her to be his wife.
“Logan . . .”
“Yeah, Cherry? You okay?”