But I can’t resist shooting a quick glance at the door. “Leo’s not going to come bursting in here, is he?”
“Nope. Cody came over, and they’re building a fort in the woods.” When I raise my brows at him, he runs a soothing finger down my cheek. “Agent Ripcord is helping, so they have about a dozen bodyguards monitoring their every move.”
“Good.” I relax back into the pillow, grinning at the hasty way he strips off my shirt. But when he stops to drink me in with hooded eyes, I fist the sheets and arch my back. “Please, Logan. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He groans as he obeys, dipping his head to suck my aching flesh into his mouth. I whimper at the sensation, but when he tries to pull back, I grab his nape. “Don’t stop,” I beg, running my other hand over the broad planes of his back. “I need more, not less.”
He grunts and pulls my other nipple into his mouth, working back and forth until I’m a writhing mess. When my fingers dig into the ridge of muscle on his shoulders, he quickly rolls between my thighs, and I open my legs wider in invitation. I’m still wearing a pair of sleep shorts, but I can feel the heat of his hand through the thin cotton as he toys with the waistband. “What about your sweet pussy?” he asks, staring down at me with lust-darkened eyes. “Does that need some attention, too?”
I nod my head so fast, my curls whip me in the face, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you, mate.” I groan at the promise in his voice, and as he starts to peel off my shorts, his scent thickens around me. When I’m completely bare, he runs his fingers reverently through the slick coating my thighs. “You don’t know what it does to me, seeing you all pink and wet like this.”
Oh, I’m well aware. Because every throb of desire he feels is echoing through our bond, feeding my own arousal until I’m squirming with need. “I can still feel your knot inside me, Alpha, and I want it back. I want more.”
“Fuck, that sounds so good,” he growls, bending his head to lap at my swollen folds. He consumes me, lavishing me with a greedy mouth and gentle hands that make my body hum. “I want you screaming on my cock, but only because it feels so good.”
“It does feel good!” I insist, tilting my hips in invitation.
“But you’re swollen from my last knot,” he chides me, his fingers skimming over the chafed flesh. “I’m still going to bury myself inside you, but we’re gonna take it slow and sweet, okay?”
It’s frustrating, but he’s right. We got pretty carried away last night, and despite all the delicious orgasms, I can feel a faint throb deep in my core.
“We have all the time in the world for knots,” he says as he smiles up at me from between my legs. “Right now, I’m gonna tease this pretty clit until you come in my mouth.”
I groan, but Logan isn’t interested in debate, bending his head to suck on my throbbing clit. He groans at my taste, but keeps all of his focus on me as he teases and licks until I’m writhing on his tongue. When the orgasm hits me, it’s a rolling, endless wave that drags me to the height of pleasure before leaving me ruined in his arms.
I don’t know how long it is before I nudge his head from where it’s resting on my boneless thigh. “You’ve got any other slow and sweet moves up your sleeve?”
His answering purr is the perfect mix of promise and satisfaction. “There’s plenty of ways to love you, LeeLee, and I plan on showing you every single one.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – LILY
Logan doesn’t share my issues with napping, falling asleep with an arm hooked around my waist and a faint smile on his face. He looks so different with his guard down, the hard jaw and intense gaze replaced by a softer, younger version that reminds me of the boy who moved in next door. It’s hard not to stare at him, and as I carefully trace the lines of his lily tattoo, I have to wonder if that warm spot in my chest is now a permanent thing. Mate bonds don’t bend to the laws of physics, which means that no matter where we are or what we’re doing, I’ll always hold some small part of Logan in my heart. And after all these years – after all the longing, hoping, and pining – that’s something I want to shout from the rooftops.
Instead, I grab my phone and slide out of bed, careful not to wake him as I pad into the bathroom to wash up. When I’m done, I grab the robe off the back of the door, and once I’m dressed, sneak into Leo’s room. It’s decorated a lot like the one next door, only the bed is a standard queen and Leo’s suitcase has exploded all across the floor. I gather up his clean clothesand start folding them into piles as I dial Marion’s number and wait for her to answer. “Lily?”
“Hi, Marion. Sorry I didn’t call you earlier. Are you having any issues today?”
“Everything’s fine, although those newspeople are still hanging around.” She clicks her tongue in annoyance. “I went over and told them no one was home, but they just tossed all sorts of intrusive questions at me.”
I cringe at the thought of my very practical – and private – farm manager having to deal with that. “I’m sorry, Marion. That’s unacceptable.”
“I told them that, of course. It didn’t stop them from following me to the greenhouse, but that nice boy staying at Logan’s chased them off. He’s now sitting in the parking lot on a lawn chair and cleaning a rather impressive set of knives.”
“Knives?” I blink, before vaguely recalling that Clay, one of the guys from Logan’s unit, is keeping an eye on Bloomer and the chickens. “Okay, well if anyone bothers you again, call me immediately. Ellis’ security would probably leap at the chance to do something more exciting than fort building.”
“I think Logan’s friend has things under control,” she assures me. “But you might want to collect Bloomer. He’s pining something awful, and I’m worried he’ll take it out on the sunflowers.”
“They’ve been through enough,” I say grimly, picturing the poor, trampled flowers with their sweet faces ground into the dirt. “I’ll drop by tomorrow and collect him.”
“You might also want to give Mr. Della a call.” Her voice has a girlish lilt to it that I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard before. “He dropped off a lovely box of chocolates and told me all about the commercial they’re going to shoot here.”
“Wow, he moves fast,” I mutter, then shake off the brief pang of annoyance. “It’s going to bring in a lot of money, so I couldn’tturn it down. But I’ll make sure they don’t get in your way, Marion.”
“It will all work out for the best,” she hums, and we talk about the farm for a few more minutes until I end the call and dial Rosie’s number. Given some of the remote places she’s visited, it’s not always easy to catch her, but she answers on the second ring. “Well hello, my girl!”
I smile at the familiar greeting. “Hi, Rosie. Where are you right now?”
“Lake City, Colorado. We’re thinking about hiking the alpine loop in search of the blue columbines.”
