Sure enough, her spine stiffened. Logan distracted her by rubbing a pair of fingers across her clit again, settling his touch into little circles.
She didn’t say another word.
With a quick flick of his wrist and a lowering of his zipper, he freed his c**k and settled himself against her wet portal. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of the plug. Then he eased into her hot, so-tight silken pu**y, the feel of his bare c**k against her flesh the most mind-blowing sensation ever. Yes, he was playing with fire without protection, and his brain knew they should discuss this, but he needed her this way so badly. The image of her round with his child almost made him come then and there.
Instead, he gritted his teeth, sucked it up, then withdrew the plug a fraction. Before she could even finish gasping, he shoved the little pink device into her ass as he eased back from her pu**y, then repeated the process. Tara started to scratch at the spanking bench, her nails digging into the dark leather. Her body clamped down on him until his eyes nearly f**king crossed. Her response was hot in itself, but it was her trust driving him to the edge. The connection. He could literally feel her body overheating, overloading, going exactly where he led her. With every sigh and groan, every tensing of her muscles and shake of her head, she sent a message to him, telling him exactly how to finish unraveling her.
Fuck, he’d better do it quick. He wasn’t going to last.
He settled his left hand over her clit again, swiped her fingers across the little bud. Tara was hard, primed. Her orgasm was going to drag him with her, and he couldn’t wait.
Logan circled her clit again, then drove deep into her pu**y. “Come!”
The word was barely out before her body began jolting with the force of her pleasure. She clamped down on his c**k and she screamed, her body bucking, pulsing with release. A moment later, the climax that had been brewing at the base of his spine shot through his balls and sped up his c**k like white-hot lightning. As he plunged with feral strokes into her pu**y, the fire erupted and he convulsed, emptying himself inside her with a soul-deep groan.
And as he laid his sweat-slick chest over the heated skin of her back and wrapped his arm around her, he knew that he would do whatever necessary to keep her safe and make her his forever.
Chapter Ten
Club Dominion—Saturday afternoon
LOGAN entered the dungeon again, balancing a white paper bag in each hand and gripping a plastic bag with his teeth. Seeing him, Tara tossed her phone into the cabinet, then rushed to help him, relieving him of the bulk he held with his mouth first.
He sighed with relief. “Who knew sodas were so heavy?”
“That’s bad for your teeth,” she scolded.
“They’re all still here.” He grinned.
“Yeah, but if you want to continue chewing food in the future, you probably ought not to use them as tools, you know.”
With a wink, he maneuvered across the room and set the bags on the table. It struck her that this was a bit like high school. Then, she’d been forever trying to point out the smart thing, the logical thing. He’d always pushed back with a bit of mischief that inevitably made something inside her melt. By nature, she tended to be serious. She had a sense of humor, but too often let it get buried under duty and responsibility. Logan’s wit was relaxed, closer to the surface, and during their time together in high school, she’d always felt more . . . balanced around him. Happy.
She felt happier and lighter today than someone who’d just lost a fiancé, than a woman trying to rescue her best friend from sex slavers, than the female who’d been glutting on sex with the jerk who’d broken her heart once upon a time. That made her pause.
“Uh-oh,” Logan said, tearing into the first bag and withdrawing a tin round with a cardboard lid.
The food smelled heavenly, but her stomach was so tight, she wondered if she could eat. “What?”
“I know that look. You’re getting serious on me.”
And not for anything would she tell him that being with him now felt right. He already had these crazy ideas of love that she feared would fade once he realized that he was just getting her out of his system. She didn’t want to be crushed by this incredible hunk of man again. Yes, he’d left her last time for extenuating circumstances; she didn’t blame him. But the fact that he’d walked away with such seeming ease scared her.
“Thinking about the case,” she lied. “I leave in four days.”
“You’ll be ready, I promise. Have you heard any news from Bocelli?”
Tara shook her head. “I checked in while you were gone. The call was brief, but he said there was nothing new yet.”
“No more dead bodies is a good development, Cherry.”
Logan was right, but that didn’t make the worry any easier. She’d pushed her apprehension for Darcy’s safety and the mission’s success to the back of her mind by telling herself that panic would only slow down her training. But the second she closed her eyes, Darcy was there, sometimes screaming for help, sometimes already dead.
“Baby, now you’re just worrying me.” He set the food aside and crossed the room. “You’ve gone pale.”
“Sorry. I really am concerned about Darcy.”
“You’re doing your best.”