She whipped her head mindlessly from side to side. It felt so damn good, and all she could do was hold on for dear life, her fingernails leaving crescent shapes in his shoulders. He musthave sensed her nearing the edge, because he rose above her, spread her legs wide, and plunged inside.
He was deep. But he wasn’t deep enough. With a growl, he pulled almost completely out before thrusting back in. Again and again. Deeper. Harder. Faster. With each thrust, she lost another piece of her soul, with each breath-stealing kiss she lost another beat of her heart. Her moans came out in long, unending purrs. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t stop the mindless noises his expert movements wrenched from her.
Pushing up on his hands, he ground his hips, pushing his cock further, deeper, and rubbing the base of his shaft against her quivering clit. She screamed. Sensation replaced her blood. The heat and pleasure built, the intensity of each pulse of desire fanned out over her, rushing over her limbs to the tips of her fingers and toes.
He thrust repeatedly, pushing himself deeper. When his greedy mouth returned to her bouncing, aching breasts, he sucked hard.
She shattered.
Sensations of life-altering bliss washed over her, and the heat roiling within her core ignited her soul. She cried out, and the world fractured around her. Every nerve cell within her was alive with energy and ecstasy.
Her hungry orgasm pulsed and squeezed the length of his shaft.
He bellowed, thrusting again, and again. Once, twice, three times more, and with one last forceful plunge, he broke apart in her arms. The force of his come shot into her, and she welcomed the heat his release brought, shuddering as he collapsed on top of her, spent.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she ran her hands along his back, tracing the muscles of his shoulder blades, finding nothing but perfection.
He looked up at her from where his head lay cradled by her breasts. She smiled at the look of utter content.
“Was that good for you?” she purred.
He chuckled. “Better than good—amazing.”
She smoothed her hands down his lower back, straining to grip the hard meat of his ass. “I’m glad you liked it.”
His expression darkened, and his smile curled into a devilish grin. “You speak as if we’re finished.”
Her breath caught, her heartbeat kicking into high gear. “We’re not?”
The black of his eyes answered her question, desire a piercing arrow of heat hitting her square in her already wet and ready core.
“Oh, no. I made a promise,” he drawled. “I always keep my promises.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
On a weighty sigh, she spoke, “Logan?”
“Hmmmm?” he responded while drawing lazy circles around Haven’s belly button. It tickled…wickedly.
He looked contemplative, as though he had a heavy load wrapped in a question, and was daring his mouth to ask it.
He met her gaze, and her heart stopped.
He drew in a long, deep sigh, and cleared his throat.
“Haven, you can’t go home. Stay with me. I know I cannot offer you all you are used to having, but I can make you happy. I can give you houses, dresses, the foods your twenty-first century palate craves, and I would be a good, generous lover.”
She sat up, heat flooding her belly, her arms and legs turning to jelly. “You want me to stay?”
He sat up, too, bringing his eyes and lips on level with hers. “More than anything.” His deep voice held a note of uncertainty, as though he were a nervous little boy awaiting permission to play with a new toy.
He wants me to stay? But, could I live here in 1817? I’d have a house. I’d have all I would need, he’d buy them for me, and he’d treat me like a queen...or a mistress.
Her heart dropped.
Logan hadn’t spoken of love, or marriage, or making a life together. He’s spoken of pretty purses, and jewels, and sex. He made no promises of adoration or faithfulness. He didn’t want her to stay and build a future with him; he wanted her to stay and be the other woman.
Furious and utterly vanquished, she kicked to the edge of the bed, flung back the covers, and rose quickly. Grabbing at her discarded clothes, she rushed to cover her nakedness, desperate to put a barrier between her trembling body, and his loathsome words.
