“Logan, I need...”
“I know.”The words puffed in her ear, made the tingles increase.“Ye’ll have it all, Lorna.Patience.”
Patience, he said!On the eve of the battle, when her body felt as though it might explode if he did not end her torment, he asked for patience?
“I have none!”she declared.
“That I well know.”But his admission didn’t speed up his movements.He seemed determined to kiss every part of her, slowly, surely, deliberately.
She glanced around the empty rooftop.Did he intend to take her here, under the stars?Or torture her until she could bear no more, then drag her to their chamber?Either way, she was boneless and out of control.She had done the one thing she could never bring herself to do before—and had offered it all to Logan.Her decisions, her will, they were all in his palm now.
A kiss just behind her ear.Then to the pulse flickering in her neck.Lower, lower, bristle and warm lips skimmed her neck and she drew in a shuddering breath.Logan peppered kisses along her jaw.He even nipped her chin and licked the corner of her mouth.Lorna leaned her head back against the stone and gazed up at the inky sky as he continued his leisurely journey down the arch of her neck.
Hair bunched in his hand, he lifted it away to lean around and lay his mouth on the other side of her neck.Every part of her responded to him, from her toes which curled into her slippers to the hair on her head which made her feel as though she were in the middle of a tempest being buffeted by wind and surrounded by bolts of lightning.
She pressed her nails into his back like talons, needing to hold onto something.How had she managed to resist him for so many years?It had been hard but if she’d ever known it would be like this, she would never have had the strength of will.
“Logan,” she begged again, her voice lost to night air, any strength in her plea sapped by a particularly hot, open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.
He moved too slowly, too gently.It was delicious and divine but it would drive her to the edge of madness if he continued.She arched, rubbed her chest against him in a bid to ease the ache of her hard nipples and in the hopes of persuading him to lose the tenderness and take her as she needed.
Hard and fast.
Mayhap he longed to savour this, mayhap he had the right idea, but the knowledge they had only this night together before battle forged impatience in her heart.The distant sound of male laughter broke through and ramped up her eagerness.She moved against him and felt the hard ridge of his arousal.If the size and hardness of it was anything to go by, he could not keep this up much longer.
“Take me, Logan.”
“I will,” he assured her and kissed the top of a breast that peeked out above her gown.
“Now,” she demanded and reached down to cradle his shaft through the fabric of his garments.
He groaned.With his damaged voice, it came out an urgent, animalistic sound.“Can ye no’ see I’m trying to seduce ye here?”
“Ye dinnae need to seduce me.I’m yers.Just take me.”
He eyed her, his lips twisting into a smirk.Once that smirk might have annoyed her but now it only made her want to trace the line with her fingers and feel the heat of his tongue against her fingertips.
“I thought ye might...”
“What?Want ye to torture me until I explode?”
He chuckled.“Nay, I was trying to be...”He blew out a breath.“The way I handled ye angered ye many times, if ye remember?”
Ah.His words sank in.He was trying to prove to her he could be gentle.But she didn’t need proof.Any doubts she had about who this man was had been erased the moment she saw him holding their son.
“I dinnae know what the future holds for us, Logan.I dinnae know if yer memory will ever return, but I know yer a good man.”
“I treated ye—”
She laid a hand to his arm.“I know.But I treated ye abominably for years.I denied ye at every turn.We both made mistakes.Can we no’ forget them?”
His gaze searched hers.What would happen on the morrow still terrified her, and the years after—if they survived—held so much uncertainty, but with Logan at her side she felt stronger than ever.He did not sap her strength and make her vulnerable as she had always feared.He empowered her.
Logan nodded slowly and dropped an even slower kiss to her lips.She clasped his face as he moved his mouth over hers.Just as a sound of frustration threatened to break to the surface from her, he deepened the kiss and his tongue met hers.Fresh need rushed through her and made her knees tremble.He crushed her back against the stone, propping her up so that she barely needed to worry about the way he turned her to jelly.
She twisted her fingers in his hair so as to hold him as close as possible for fear he might break away again, but he did not.His tongue explored her mouth and their breaths grew frantic.Lorna moved mindlessly against him, heat rolling through her body.The wonderful rub of his hard chest against her aching breasts and his manhood against her tender flesh made her cry out against his mouth.His kisses drowned the sound but he answered with a moan of his own.
“Hell’s teeth,” he muttered and drew back to heft her skirts up.
