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Logan closed the door to his private quarters behind him. One week had passed since the council had revoked Winter’s execution order. The council had been lenient with him, too, and had only issued a warning with regard to his insubordination.

“Winter?” he called out.

He heard sounds from the ensuite bathroom and walked toward the door just as Winter came out, dressed in a short bathrobe, her hair damp, her cheeks rosy.

God, how he loved this woman. He hadn’t told her yet, not in those words. He didn’t want to pressure her, didn’t want her to think that because he’d saved her life, she owed him anything in return. But it hadn’t stopped him from showering her with affection, or showing her with his body how much he desired her, adored her, loved her.

Looking at her now though, he knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He had to confess what he wanted. And hope that she was ready.

“Logan,” she murmured in that seductive way that always led to the same thing, him tearing her clothes off and burying his cock deep inside her. “You’re back earlier than I expected.”

With a smile, he walked toward her. “I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

She reached for his arm and pulled him closer. “I was thinking…”

“Yes?” He untied her robe’s belt and slid his hands inside. Her skin was warm and soft.

“Oh,” she sighed.

“You said you were thinking?” He caressed her hips before moving his hands up to her breasts.

“I can’t remember now.”

He squeezed her breasts gently, loving the feel of her firm flesh filling his palms. “Can’t have been that important then.” He dipped his head to brush a soft kiss to her lips, while he guided her back a step so her back connected with the wall. “You smell good. I bet you taste even better.” He dropped down to his knees in front of her.

“Logan…”

But whatever else she wanted to say didn’t leave her lips, because Logan was already pressing a kiss into her damp pubic hair. “Mmm.” Then he gripped her leg and lifted it over his shoulder, so her thigh came to rest on it.

“You’re crazy,” she murmured on a panted breath.

“Yes, crazy about you.” He brought his mouth to her nether lips and licked over them.

He’d done this a lot in the last week, pleasured her with his mouth before he’d rutted on her like an animal. She’d never once complained about being taken like that. Every single time she’d welcomed him with open arms and demanded he fuck her harder. They’d spent entire nights making love, and even when they’d fallen asleep, he hadn’t severed contact with her. Many times he’d awoken in the middle of the night, more randy than a sailor on shore leave. At those times he’d woken her by driving his cock into her, and she’d moaned in pleasure and surrendered her body to him. But was she ready to surrender her heart to him, too?

Beneath his lips he felt Winter’s flesh quiver. Her irregular breaths and her soft moans confirmed what he already knew. She was close to her climax. And at his mercy, because he’d learned how to draw out her orgasm, and how to bring it on. He’d learned that a long, slow lick of his tongue would tamp down her arousal, and that sucking her clit between his lips and pressing down could bring on an orgasm in an instant. Winter knew it, too.

“Logan, please!”

He heard her urgent plea and followed it. While he slid his middle finger into her succulent pussy, he drew her clit into his mouth.

A shaky breath burst from Winter’s throat.

He pressed his lips together and thrust his finger into her to the hilt.

Winter’s pussy spasmed around his finger and under his lips. He felt her knee buckle and steadied her with his free hand, until her orgasm ebbed.

Then without haste, he withdrew his finger from her, set her leg back on the floor and rose. He wrapped his arms around her inside her robe and held her tight.

“I love it when you come. It makes me so hard.”

“How hard?”

He pressed his groin to her so she could feel him.

“I could do with that,” she said with a suggestive look.