LOGAN WAS GLAD ANGEL DECIDED ON LEGS FOR THEIR
wedding day. And the morning after—if only for the fact that she looked utterly magnificent straddling him. Her skin glistened in the warm Caribbean sun. The pineapple-and-hibiscus-scented breeze wisped her golden hair around them, and the rhythmic arrival of the surf on the deserted island beach set the tempo for
their lovemaking.
The twilight ceremony last evening hadn’t been his idea. If he’d had his way, they would have been mar¬ried in Atlantis immediately after the trial, but Angel had specifically requested a land wedding with all her family… and no tails. It wasn’t enough that she’d fi-nagled both the job she wanted and had him—by virtue of his experience with green technologies—appointed to her Advisory Board, she’d wanted to make a state-ment about bringing the sea and the land together via their marriage.
The earliest the wedding could be pulled together, tails shifted into legs, and Michael brought over had been last night. Logan hadn’t let Angel out of his sight for one minute between the verdict and the wedding.
And what a sight she was: naked, sexy, with that glori¬ous hair cascading over her shoulders, the ends caressing him wherever they touched. Logan realized he’d found paradise. Anywhere Angel was, was paradise—and he
didn’t care that he was waxing poetic again. Those poets had been onto something.
Logan reached for her hips, her deliciously silky, naked hips, and slid his palms down her thighs as she straddled him. “You know I really don’t mind the tail, right?”
She tossed her hair down her back. “Now? You want me to have a tail now?”
“Well, no. Not now, obviously. But later. You don’t have to sneak off like you did before.”
Angel blew against his throat, then traced her tongue up to swirl around the shell of his ear, little puffs of her breath warming him more than the sun ever could, and one of her hands found his nipple. He sucked in a breath. She’d discovered just the right way to do that for just the right reaction and had been using that weakness to torture him for hours.
Not that he was complaining.
“I know I don’t have to, Logan, but if it’s all the same to you, my tail is the last thing I feel like thinking about right now.”
He smiled. Oh, he didn’t mind thinking about her tail… He ran his hands back up her thighs and around to
knead her backside, pressing her down onto him a little more, gratified to hear her groan, “That’s not fair.”
“Tell me about it.” He did it again.
“That’s it, buster.” She wiggled in that sexy way she’d discovered drove him wild. Which it did all over again.
Angel, in all her naked beauty. Even more gorgeous than she’d been on his boat. She was his, and he could look and touch and savor all he wanted.
He didn’t give one damn that she was a mermaid.
Mer. Whatever. She was Angel, she was his, and she was free because of his love.
She tossed her hair, this time to the side, where it drifted against his hip, a sensation so erotic it almost made him come. Then she did that tongue thing again below his Adam’s apple, her nipples stroking his chest, and Logan didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he murmured between a sigh and a groan.
She kissed the underside of his jaw, her breasts flat-tening against him, the slick wet heat of her enfolding him. “I can’t, remember?” She did that thing against his throat again. “Unless you want me to stop?”
“Hell no,” he growled, urging her to sit up, then an-gled her hips up just a bit… right there… that was it…
Logan spread his hands across her flat belly, his thumbs meeting where she pulsed against him, and he stroked her.
“Oh gods, Logan…”
“Oh gods, Logan, what?” He slid one thumb along her swollen flesh until he reached the spot where they were joined, then slowly stroked upward.
Angel’s breaths came faster. Shallower. Her skin flushed just enough to be noticeable, and even the sun couldn’t match the heat they were generating together.
She ran her tongue over her lips in that way he loved, her eyes almost closed, and moved against him. Against him, on him, around him, everything he saw, touched, smelled, wanted, it was all Angel.
He stroked her again. “Come for me, sweetheart.” The words themselves had power, but it was the tiny
hitch in her breath that wound her around his heart. It was as if they’d been created for each other, every part fitting so perfectly…
He’d been an idiot to tell her to leave. A fool to think anything made any difference for them. Here was where he was supposed to be. With her.
“Oh, Logan.” She changed her position, now falling back to brace her hands on his thighs, opening herself up to his touch, wet and hot and ready. Her hair slid down her back, falling between his legs with an erotic simplic-ity that stole his breath. A few strands drifted between her breasts, down to where he touched her.
“Don’t ever cut your hair, Angel.” He grasped a shank of it behind her, threading his fingers through it, and tugged gently.
Framed by the window and silhouetted against a sky the color of her eyes, she arched her back, her breasts swelling, nipples tightening, and Logan ached to run his tongue over every inch of her.
He stroked her again and she shuddered. She was ach-ingly beautiful. Natural. Breathtakingly and elementally so. The very essence of a woman.
He shifted beneath her, knowing she’d feel him inside her, and stroked her again. Her eyes flashed open, then he used the tips of her hair to trace the spot where her trident tattoo had been—one more piece of the magic that was Angel.
“Do that again,” she breathed, her tongue flicking against the corner of her mouth, and his cock responded with the same movement inside her.
She rocked back, her breasts heaving as she took a deeper breath.
His thumb circled on her and she moaned, her inner muscles squeezing him.
Using his palms, he lifted her off him, just enough that she protested, only to press against her swollen flesh and make her cry out.
“Oh gods, Logan, yes… I’m almost… I… please…” Sweat glistened on her body, and the heady scent of ocean and Angel and lovemaking filled the air around them. Logan slid his thumb down a little farther, all the while circling, using her own wetness for the perfect
amount of friction.
Perfect. That’s what she was.
She squeezed her legs around him, trembling, and her inner muscles contracted, sending spasms of need spiral-ing through his body, tightening his balls, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
He dug in his heels and thrust into her, pressing down on her hips as she contracted around him again, his thumb still circling, her breasts rising and falling before him, eyes half-closed again, her tongue tracing madden-ing circles on those sweet pink lips, her breath coming faster, harsher, her fingers biting into his thighs as her inner muscles quickened.
“Yes… yes… oh… my… Logan…”
Shudders stronger than any earthquake wracked his body as they came together, the sensations more power-ful than any whirlpool.
The love they shared greater than any differences the gods had created between them.
“I love you,” he had to whisper, wrapping both arms around her slender form, feeling the fragile bones in her back yet knowing how strong she truly
was. Strong enough to take on the world’s worst mon-ster for him. “Forever.”
And, thanks to Zeus and her love, it truly was forever.