As did he. He turned back around, his hands already going for her. “I want my sweater back.” The raveled fabric joined his shirt somewhere on the floor, leaving her naked.
Cool air brushed across her bare skin. Her nipples sharpened.
His inhale was quick and hot. “I can teleport now.” He reached out and ran a finger down the center of her chest. “Know what that means?”
The blood rushed inside her head. She palmed the ridges of his abs. “You’re gifted?”
“I can catch you if you run.” He twisted a hand in her hair, spiraling sparks of erotic pain all the way down her spine. “And you don’t want to run again. Tell me you get me.”
She didn’t want to give in, but she definitely wanted to have him. And since the guy loved her, she should probably reassure him. Nobody had loved her before, that she could remember. “All right. I won’t rush into danger unless necessary.” See? She could totally be reasonable.
He moved in, fast and sure, lifting her and swinging her around. Her stomach hit his thighs before she realized he’d put her over his knee.
“Are you kidding me?” She kicked out, more surprised than anything else.
His hand landed with a hard smack that vibrated through her entire lower body, making her even wetter than before. “What in the hell are you doing?” she groaned, not nearly as forcefully as she wanted.
He twirled her, setting her to straddle him. “Anything I want to. Are you understanding?”
Her hair flopped into her face, and she tossed her head, trapped by his gaze. She’d always been excellent at figuring out puzzles. Her tingling butt and throbbing sex made it hard to concentrate, but she tried. “You’re saying you’re bigger and stronger and more dangerous.”
“And?” Okay. A whole lot of arrogant, too.
She curled her nails into his shoulders, loving the feel of his warm skin. “And that your main goal, for some inexplicable reason, is to keep me safe.”
“Yes. How am I going to do that?” His lips were so firm and kissable—even when in a straight and rather bossy line.
She sighed. “Any way you have to. I get it. Safety first.”
He twirled her again, she landed on her stomach, he slapped her ass, and put her back into position facing him. The demon was truly economical with his movements. “Lose the smart-ass attitude,” he ordered.
She laughed, unable to help herself. He truly didn’t want anything from her other than for her to be safe and with him. For the first time in way too long to remember, she didn’t have to prove herself. She also had no doubt he’d do whatever he had to do to keep her safe. Logan Kyllwood didn’t bluff. Pushing him would be a mistake. “I’ll stay safe, Logan.” Unless he was in dire danger and needed her. Then she’d do what was necessary. She smiled.
His eyes glittered as if he saw right through her.
Butterflies winged along her nerves. He did see her. All of her. She’d run circles around people for so long, it was intriguing to be loved by him. “I’m not the obedient type,” she said, wanting to be honest.
“No shit,” he retorted, his hands caressing her flanks, gliding over each rib to her hips. “I’m not the bossy type.”
That was so untrue it was laughable. She bit her lip, amusement mingling with arousal. “Uh huh.”
“So on the rare occasion when I give an order, you obey it.” He nibbled along her jawline to nip at her ear. “Got it?”
She sighed, leaning into him.
He pulled back, his gaze on her, his face serious even with lust glittering in his eyes. “Tell me you get me.”
She saw him then. All of him. “You’re enough on your own, too.” Since he’d reminded her, it was fair she did the same.
“What?” His hands tightened on her hips.
“This shield thing you have going on. Protecting me, protecting your family, protecting the Realm. You matter just as much as everyone else.” She smoothed over a bruise on his rib cage. “I love you for you.” And she owed him a promise, even if he’d given her no choice in it. “I’ll be safe. But you have to be safe, too.”
“It’s a deal.” His gaze warm, he stood and set her down before kicking off his jeans. Then he covered her, his erection hot and full against her.
She lifted her knees, wanting him. All of him. So she grasped him, stroked once, and pressed him to her opening. “Don’t make me wait.”
He shoved inside her all the way to the hilt, shocking her with a fine pain edged by swamping pleasure. He began to move, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on tight. He kissed her, his tongue taking control as quickly as his body did.
