I take his hand and put it on the garter. “Will you take this off of me, Mr. Darcy? Nice and slow.”
Logan’s lips graze my stomach as he unhooks the garter from the stockings and then slides it down my hips. My underwear follows, and his mouth is between my thighs before I realize what’s happening. His tongue is moving somewhere, and whatever he’s doing is different than he’s ever done it…
“Oh, God, Logan.” I reach behind me and grip the door.
He raises his head to meet my eyes. “This is one of the new things I wanted to try. You like that?”
I manage a weak nod. “Yes. You’re incredibly…”
“Incredibly what?” he asks me in a raspy tone.
I search for the right word. “Incredibly…gifted.”
He groans as his mouth returns to its perfect spot between my legs. I haven’t been touched in so long, and the last man to try was…well, let’s just say his talents stopped short of the bedroom. But my connection with Logan always went beyond the physical. When he and I make love, my heart opens even if it scares me to no end to feel so vulnerable. And tonight is no exception.
My emotions have been all over the place the entire week, and when I go over the edge into an amazing climax, I immediately burst into tears.
Logan’s head pops up. “Mace?”
I wipe at my eyes in frustration. “That was amazing,” I assure him as he climbs up my body and nestles in next to me. “The best.”
“If that was my best, I don’t feel too good right now.” He wipes a tear off my face. “What’s up?”
“It’s just stress,” I say. “I’m a little strung out. The Cowherd’s numbers are down so low this month we’ll be lucky to hang on. And after my father’s news about spending the money in the safe, I feel…”
I cut off, but Logan finishes my thought for me. “You feel responsible for keeping your family together just like you have since you were a kid.”
I bury my face in his neck and absentmindedly play with his loosened belt. “It’s stupid. I know it’s stupid.”
He kisses my hair. “It’s not stupid. It’s just too much. You can’t fix them. God knows you’ve tried. If your daddy’s gonna lose that bar, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it.”
“I know.” I kiss his chest and take a deep breath, determined to clear my mind of all of that.
I lower my hand until I can slip my fingers inside the top of Logan’s pants.
His breath hitches, and I keep going until I’ve found my way below his boxers. He helps me release his clothing, and I settle on top of him, enjoying feeling my bare skin touching his. Then I smile.
“I have something I want to try as well, Mr. Darcy. Well, we’ve done this before, but not quite the way I want to do it now.”
I make my way slowly down his body, kissing every inch of him.
“Mace. Baby, you don’t have to…holy crap.”
My mouth has reached its goal, and Logan’s hips fly off the back seat of the truck.
“So goddamn good,” Logan mutters as I suck him off. “Your sexy freaking mouth—it’s an angel with devil horns. What are you doing with your tongue…shit, I’m not gonna last. Christ, Macey, I’m coming?—”
I draw in a breath and watch him let go.
Logan Wild doesn’t show his vulnerable side in front of people often. When we’re alone like this, I always feel like I’m seeing behind the cowboy, underneath the tough, fun-loving exterior and into his true self.
“You know what we need?” He sits up, bringing me into a straddle on top of him. “To go skinny dipping.”
I follow Logan into the water, both of us without a stitch of clothing on. We’re on the wooded side of the lake, and nobody’s around. Not a car, not a person, not even the geese come over here.
“The water’s warm.” Logan swims further out, and I follow.
“Because it’s a hundred degrees out,” I say. “Nothing’s going to feel cold to us tonight.”
