“Take my dress off,” she whispered.
Logan’s right hand was still enjoying the delicious curve of her bottom, so he slid his left hand up over the small of her back, his fingers searching for the ridge of a zipper. He felt only the soft fabric of her dress. Frustrated, he pressed her closer to him, her pliable body curving naturally into his.
“Can’t find the damn zipper,” he muttered between kisses.
Claire’s fingers were working on his zipper at the moment, and making much better progress. “On the side,” she ordered, breathless.
His pants slid down and he kicked them away along with his shoes and socks. With his left hand, he searched the side of her dress for the zipper and still came up with nothing. “Damn it.” He pulled back for a moment to look down at her. “Where the hell is it?”
A sultry smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. “Other side.”
Before he could respond, she shocked him by grabbing his ass to pull him even more tightly against her. She planted her lips back on his. Logan reluctantly pulled his right hand away from its exploration of her bottom to feel for the elusive zipper. Finally, he was gratified by the cool ridge of metal and the zing of its teeth scraping against each other. He peeled her dress from her and it fell to the floor in a swish of black fabric and soft, sexy sound.
He tore his lips from hers to look down at her and immediately felt the blood rush straight to his groin. Her breasts were incredibly full and lush, straining above a scarlet lace bra. A satin bow nestled between them that matched the one on her left hip. Her underwear was sexy as hell and barely there, in the same red lace. The slinky heels on her feet completed the ensemble.
“You look like a present I’m about to unwrap,” he muttered.
The look she gave him almost lit him on fire. “That’s the point.”
He pulled her to him and gave her a fierce, hungry kiss before coming up for air. If they didn’t stop right now, there was no way in hell they would make it to her bedroom. “Bed?”
Claire shook her head. “Not going to make it. Are you going to unwrap me, or are you waiting for Christmas?”
He grinned, reaching for the bow between her breasts first. One swift tug and the bra fell apart, her breasts springing free. He flicked it away and touched her. A low moan slipped from her lips as he ran his thumbs across her nipples. Logan crushed her lips beneath his, desperate with need.
She yanked his briefs down and he pulled the second bow. They were both naked, skin against skin. Without ending their kiss, he pressed her backward, until she was trapped between him and the wall at her back. This was not going to be a slow, leisurely seduction. It had been far too long since they had been together and they wanted one another too much to care.
Logan settled his hands on Claire’s waist and lifted her, lowering her until he was sliding inside her. The burst of hot sensation made his head whirl. “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered her in a guttural growl.
She did, taking him deeper, and they began a quick, frenzied rhythm that had them both shattering before too long. They were panting, every inch of their bodies sealed together. Logan pressed a kiss to her lips, then another to the corner of her mouth. The words were on the tip of his tongue.I love you.Three little words that seemed so simple, so easy to say. Followed by two more.Marry me.
He couldn’t. His voice choked in his throat.
Kissing her again, he breathed deeply of her sweet vanilla scent, and said the words in his mind instead.I love you.
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
Claire had been in the midst of a dream involving copious amounts of chocolate bonbons and Logan. A steady, familiar voice brought her back to the surface of reality. She kept her eyes pressed tightly closed against the sunlight streaming in a window somewhere. Hadn’t she closed the curtain last night before changing for bed? If she’d forgotten, she’d inadvertently given the neighbors an unexpected peep show.
“Claire.”
Damn that insistent voice, she thought, feeling equal parts groggy and grouchy from one too many nighttime feedings. Who was it, anyway? It sounded like Logan, but how could that be?
ItwasLogan.
Her sleep-dimmed mind finally began clearing itself of the nighttime cobwebs and she pried her eyes open. Memories, skin-tingling memories, shot through her mind. Ah yes. Last night.
He hovered over her, looking unfairly handsome and sexy this early in the morning. And also as though he’d indulged in a bath. His hair was damp.
“Morning, Claire,” he drawled, giving her a slow, I-have-you-exactly-where-I-want-you smile.
“Mmm.” Stretching like a cat, she stifled a yawn, never taking her eyes from him. She couldn’t even if she wanted to, not really. “You’re annoyingly cheerful this morning.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Your fault.”
She kissed him back, stifling the niggling voice inside her head that reminded her she probably had morning breath. “Why is your being annoying my fault?”
Logan sat down on the bed next to her, curling his arm easily around her shoulder. “Not the annoying part,” he said pointedly. “The cheerful part. And it’s your fault because you made me a very happy man last night.”
