Energy tickled through her legs.
Soon. She’d never been hit with a blaster before, so she hadn’t been sure how long it’d take to regain her power.
She bit her lip. Her irritation slipped away. For the moment, before she could leave, she and Logan were still lovers. One more night. Just one to take with her and hold forever. Before he hated her.
She recalled the invitation he’d extended. Why not? One more time? Her clothes were already hitting the floor by the time she reached the steamy bathroom and slid into the shower, where his head was ducked beneath the stream. His back was broad and smooth and so sexy. It was unthinkable for his bones to be fused together into a shield.
He partially turned, his eyes hot. “This is a surprise.” His deep voice echoed off the surrounding dark tiles.
“You invited me.” She stepped closer, her breasts becoming heavy and full.
His gaze raked her, and the proof of his arousal was obvious. “I’m in a pissy mood, Mercy.”
The warning words did nothing but propel her toward him. This was their last night together, and she wanted it. He was the most complex male she could imagine, and even if it was just one more time, she wanted to make him hers. To imagine they could have what Zane and Janie had.
Belonging to Logan would be a wondrous challenge brimming with heat and love and protection. It wasn’t her path to follow, but for tonight, she could pretend.
She reached for him, trying to wrap her hand around his cock.
He grasped her wrist, freeing himself, and pressed her against the tiles, body to body. “I thought we were going to fight,” he said, holding her in place.
She looked up at his fierce face. “I’d rather fuck.” Fighting seemed a waste of time when she was about to leave.
“You always take me by surprise.” He ducked his head and kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a sense of possession that stole her breath.
She kissed him back and tugged her hand free, exploring the ridges of his abdomen. So tight and ripped. “You like surprises?”
“Not usually, but that’s changing.” He nipped the shell of her ear and lifted her with both hands on her waist to give him better access to her neck.
She threw her head back and let him explore, his mouth devastating as it moved beneath her jawline and down to her collarbone. Her thighs naturally clamped against his rib cage, and his hands dropped to her butt. She bit him right above the heart, sinking her teeth in far enough that he’d wear her mark for at least a day.
Marking him filled her with a longing that bordered on sadness.
She shook her head, her already wet hair slapping across his chest. He planted his hand, the one with the marking, flat on the tile as if in pain. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, sliding down so she could feel him against her.
“Yes.” He kept her aloft with just one hand across her buttocks. His easy strength turned her on even more. How could she possibly let him go?
“You were very gentle last time,” she murmured, rubbing against him.
His hand flexed against her. “You’re small.”
“I know.” She leaned in and bit him again, smiling at his hoarse groan. “I don’t want gentle, Logan. I want all of you.” Just once.
His free hand wrapped around her neck, and the brand burned against her skin. “Careful what you wish for.” Then he kissed her again, both hands controlling her, his body blocking the spray of water.
Desire flushed through her and then deepened, sharpening into a need that was more of a craving. Everything about him felt so damn good. He palmed her breasts, tweaking both nipples, before moving down her body, touching every inch. With unerring accuracy, he found her clit.
She arched into his hand, her breath gasping, her body yearning.
“This is mine.” He set her down on the narrow bench and dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wide and leaning in.
She grabbed his shoulders for balance. One flick of his tongue, and she detonated. The orgasm rippled through her with a shocking edge, making her sob his name as he continued to lick her. When she was finished, he turned his head, and pain slashed into her thigh from his fangs.
She cried out as the pain turned to pleasure. He’d marked her, too.
For weeks, she’d have a reminder of this night.
He stood and lifted her, kissing her deep, his lips firm and ferocious. Then he turned her around.
