He snorted. “You are spoiled.” Logan ditched his clothing and moved in next to her, drawing her against his body. “It’ll take a while for the cabin to warm up.”
She gave in to temptation and snuggled right into his side, feeling safe. “I know it’s impossible, but you make me feel protected,” she said sleepily, not caring what she revealed with her words.
He stiffened and then relaxed against her, his warmth providing a cocoon. “We should talk about that tomorrow.”
“Okay.” She murmured something else and then dropped into sleep, knowing that no matter what, Logan Kyllwood would keep her safe for the night.
She’d deal with tomorrow…tomorrow.
* * * *
Logan awoke with a fairy sprawled across him, her long hair draped over his right shoulder, the smell of gardenias surrounding him. He blinked into the early dawn hour, coming back to reality quickly. His dick pulsed against her warm core, and his balls ached like he’d been punched repeatedly in a full-out assault.
God. She was going to kill him. It wasn’t a joke any longer.
She mumbled against his neck and shifted her weight, brushing across his cock.
Electricity zapped down his spine and burned his balls. He groaned.
She partially lifted her torso, and her hard nipples scraped his chest. He fisted his fingers into the mattress, and the sheet ripped.
She blinked, her eyes a soft yellow. “Oh.”
Yeah. Oh. He kept perfectly still, fighting every instinct he had to roll her over and plunge into all of that wet heat. The control cost him; sweat beaded on his forehead.
She tilted her face. “Hmm.” Then the minx rolled her hips.
Even with his eyes open, stars exploded behind them. “Mercy.” Jesus, her name didnotfit her. “You need to get off me.”
“Don’t want to.” Her thighs dropped to bracket his, and she rubbed against him. “Not at all.”
He closed his eyes for patience. For help. For a fucking miracle.
Her hands smoothed over his chest, and she made a sound of pure pleasure. “I know you want me.”
His dick pulsed against her as if it had a mind of its own, trying to get in. Her panties were definitely wet, an invitation to pure heaven. He opened his eyes. “Yes. Last chance. Get off.”
Challenge filled her eyes. “Nope.”
“I warned you,” he said softly, sounding like he’d sucked on glass all night.
“Yep.” She whipped the shirt off over her head, smacking his ear during the process. “I’m all warned. Just keep the marking to yourself.”
The pain flashing from his palm did not agree with her.
At the moment, he didn’t care. Growling, he rolled them over and kissed her, going as hard and deep as he could. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, arching against his cock. He wrenched his head away, sucking in air, trying for control.
“No.” She reached for his boxers, brought up her foot, and used her toes to shove them to his knees. “Don’t want slow. We’ve had foreplay ever since we met, and I’m ready now. No more waiting and no more interruptions.”
His control snapped.
Grabbing the sides of her panties, he ripped them off her. Then he kicked his legs free and poised himself at her entrance. His dick had never been this hard. Ever. One time wasn’t going to be enough. “Are you sure?” He had to ask, even though it killed him.
“Yes.” She dug her nails into his chest. “Now, Logan.”
He pushed gingerly inside her, his arms vibrating as he held himself back. Her body fought him, even though she was wet and hot. God, she was tight. And small. Way too small.
She caressed her way down his flanks, urging him on.
