can’t? Why not?” This sounded like being dumped. Was she about to be dumped? She could not handle being dumped.
“Because we’re in a relationship now.”
She loved that he said it. Loved even more that she knew it to be true. “So?”
“Sometimes I just need to fuck you without a lesson plan.” His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging in a way that she probably shouldn’t find exciting and pleasurable, but did. She couldn’t ignore the way the ache in her scalp made her pussy throb.
“Like now?” she asked.
“No, right now I need to be tender and you need to stop asking so many questions.”
“But what if I don’t know what to do?”
“You’ll know.”
He ground his still-clothed erection into her clit and then shifted his hips so that his cock was massaging her opening through their clothes. She groaned, surprised by how much she wanted him already. How much she always wanted him. She wondered how couples ever left their beds. Would the passion between them always blaze this brightly? God, she hoped so.
She opened her mouth to ask him what he wanted her to do, but snapped it closed again when she remembered he no longer wanted to instruct her. At least not formally. Did he want her to initiate their lovemaking? Or was he just going to drive her nuts by rubbing himself against her so that she was undeniably aware of what she was currently missing thanks to his jeans and her sleep shorts?
She tugged at his shirt impatiently—wanting him naked, wanting to feel the warm skin of his belly against hers and the hairs on his chest to tease her nipples. She wanted him inside her, filling her with slow deep thrusts, staring into her eyes, stroking her hair, stealing deep lingering kisses. Was it strange that with all the adventurous positions they’d tried, missionary was her favorite? She found staring into his eyes beguilingly intimate and while it might not be the best position for her to get off quickly, it was definitely the best position to fulfill her.
Logan stripped his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. She filled her hands with hot, smooth flesh—his back, shoulders, arms, and chest. She couldn’t get enough of him. Doubted she’d ever get enough. Her hands moved down his chest, and he shifted so she could fumble with his fly. When his cock sprang free—hard, long, and thick in her hand—she was too impatient to remove her clothes. Pushing her sleep shorts and panties to one side, she guided him into her waiting body, gasping as they became one.
His strokes were slow and deep and drove her crazy as her panties dug into her clit every time their bodies came together.
“Why is it always so good with you?” he asked.
She had no answer for him. She had no means of comparison.
“Is it because I’ve taught you how to please me?” He brushed the hair from her face, staring deep into her eyes as he took her. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. “Is it because I know no man but me has ever been with you like this?” His hand slid under her top to caress her breast, bringing her to new heights when his fingertips found its sensitive tip. “Or is it because I love you?”
“That,” she said.
He bent his head and kissed her gently, grinding his hips to take her deeper. “I think it’s all those things,” he whispered against her lips. “Promise you won’t go after the tour ends. Stay with me.”
She couldn’t exactly promise that. She wasn’t sure what would happen after her assignment ended. She did know she didn’t have a passport, so she couldn’t leave the country. How long did it take to get a passport? “I’ll try.”
He buried his face in her neck, his thrusts slow and gentle. “I need you with me.”
Her fingers moved to tangle with his hair. “And I need to be with you. We’ll make this work, Logan.”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “But how?”
“How does a woman get a brainy guy to stop thinking while he’s fucking her?”
He chuckled and kissed her. “She gets on top.”
Well, that solved one of their problems.
Thirty-One
While the band waited for curtain call in Albuquerque, Toni switched on one of the videos she’d recorded a few days before and leaned back into the sofa. The entire band had gathered in the dressing room so they could watch their footage. All five of them had been gracious