She screamed into his mouth.
Must get inside her. Have to get inside her.
His engorged length finally sprang free, and he lifted her other leg.
She followed his lead, linking her ankles over his buttocks.
He was so close.
Running his hand upward along her thigh, he moaned when his fingers met the wetness of her cunt. She wasn’t wearing the starchy undergarments of the proper lady.
He groaned. Sending a silent amen, he pulled the thin scrap of fabric aside, and ran his finger along the inner lip of her pussy.
She wrenched her mouth from his. “Stop teasing me. God, I can’t take it. Please, please, please!”
Laughing, he guided the tip of his swollen cock to her hot entrance.
Who was he to deny her what she begged for?
With a single thrust, he was inside her, pinning her to the tree.
Pulling out to just the weeping tip, he marveled at how right it felt to be deep within her, so he thrust again.
Panting, her moans came in sensual mewls, but those sounds quickly turned to chest-deep moans when he took her nipple into his mouth. Throwing her head back, she cried out, her hair a black cascade of shimmering night against the white bark of the moonlit tree.
Again, and again he pushed into her, driving her up the trunk of the tree, determined to make it topple from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Diggingher nails into his back, Haven let out a sharp gasp. She’d never felt anything so amazing—so damn good. Every time he pounded into her, another piece of her soul broke away. The deeper he drove, the more of her he claimed. And she didn’t care.
He thrust again, and growled, “You are so tight. So perfect a fit. So hot. Need to get deeper. Need to fuck you harder.” His use of profanity should have turned her off, but just the idea of such a proper, well-bred gentleman reduced to lurid talk heightened the eroticism.
She smiled.
His thrusting intensified, and she tried to draw breath. The bark against her back kindled a sensual pain-pleasure that aroused her further. Something explosive and devastating grew, and when it finally ignited, they’d both be engulfed in flames.
She sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. He thrust, she sucked. His lunges quickened, his cock pounded against the entrance to her womb, harder and harder.
When it couldn’t get any better, burn any hotter, the moonlight blazing before her shimmered with stars, and the fire they’d stoked with frantic need erupted, searing her soul, branding it forever with a scorch mark that would never heal.
Her screams of release began to ebb, but Logan’s hips rocked into her, once, twice, and with a bellow that shook the boughs of the tree, his hot come shot into her.
Dragging in gulps of air, she whimpered when he pulled his shaft from her throbbing entrance, and placed her feet back on the ground. Her wobbly legs barely kept her upright, but sheflattened her skirt down over them, and put her breasts back into place inside her blouse.
Still heaving from the exertion, he did up the buttons on his trousers, and gazed at her, his expression unreadable.
What is with this guy and clamming up after sex?
“Are you going to say anything?” Anything was preferable to silence.
“We shouldn’t have done that.” Censure and shame laced his tone.
Anything except that.
“What do you mean? That was amazing.”
He nodded.
She narrowed her eyes.
