She was an angel—she felt like heaven.
Logan slid inside her heat and knew in that instant that this was right. What he’d thought he’d had with Christine at the beginning, what he’d thought this would feel like… he hadn’t had a clue.
But with Angel, well, this was how it was supposed to be.
He slid out, then back in, smiling as she arched her neck, her eyes closing on a gasp.
He did it again… and so did she. He liked watching her.
The third time, he dipped down to kiss her throat, inhaling the musky sweet smell of her and him and
what they were doing. It made him harder, something he wouldn’t have thought was possible.
Then she clenched him and he knew that it was. God, she was perfect.
She swirled her hips and Logan almost came right then.
He captured her lips with his, not wanting to lose control. He slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers, tasting her.
She returned the stroking and Logan sucked on her tongue to match the rhythm of his cock inside her.
This time she moaned.
Logan threaded his fingers through her hair and knew he had to have it falling over him. There was just something so earthy and sensual about her hair, how it swayed when she moved, a curtain shielding her from him, giving him glimpses of what was behind it, tantalizing him.
Logan wrapped his arms around her and rolled over. Those beautiful eyes of hers shot open. “What—”
“I need you on top, Angel. I want to watch you. I want to feel you move against me.”
Her hair fell around them, brushing his groin, his thighs, his abdomen, and Logan groaned. It felt so good. She felt so good.
He fanned a hand on her stomach, his thumb stroking the curls between her legs, his little finger just below the underside of her breast. If she leaned forward, he’d be able to touch her there—
He wrapped a handful of her gorgeous hair around his other hand and tugged.
Bingo. She leaned forward. But then he got another idea.
He filled both of his hands with her hair and tugged again.
She fell forward, her hair falling around them, her breasts right where he wanted them.
She smiled when he took one in his mouth. And then she moved.
Good God! Logan almost shot off the bed. Her ass slid against his sac, her soaked, swollen flesh rubbing against him, and she arched her breast into his mouth on another long moan. Her hair swept his sides, fell across his lips, and desire shot straight from his balls to every part of his body. It was a wonder he didn’t explode.
Actually…
Feeling his cock jerk inside her, knowing the end was near, Logan rocked into her.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, matching his movement with her hips in perfect harmony.
He released her breast and shoved a hand to the back of her head, dragging that sweet mouth to his, kissing her lips, parting them with his tongue, his other hand tangling in the golden hair that sensitized every part of his body it touched. Logan gripped her hip and surged upward.
Angel swirled her hips again. Just a little, but it was enough.
“Logan,” she breathed against his lips and that was it.
Gripping both her hips now, Logan pounded into her until an orgasm more powerful, more profound, than any he’d ever had, rushed through him and he poured himself into her. As unbelievable as it sounded, as incredible as
this entire situation was, something had changed inside him. Altered him. Realigned… everything.
He was in love with Angel.
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Moonlight from the far side of the room stretched along the wall and across the bottom corner of the bed with just enough light for Angel to see the shadowy outline of Logan’s backside where he lay on his stomach next to her.
She wanted to run her palm over one muscled cheek but she was too tired to make the effort. Plus, he had his face buried in the hollow of her neck, and, frankly, she didn’t want to move him.
She didn’t want to move anything.
If she did, real life would come flooding back and she’d have to deal with it.
Right now she just wanted to be…
“Stay with me, Angel.” Logan whispered.
Angel tensed. Stay with him? In what sense? What did he mean? Stay awake? Stay the night? Stay until Michael started school? Forever? What?
He rolled onto his side. “Angel?”
She looked at him. “What do you mean, Logan?” He had no idea what he was asking. None. And she wasn’t sure she did either. Stay with him? That couldn’t be an option.
Right?
The thud in her stomach said her heart didn’t agree with her—the heart that had lived under the sea for the last twenty-nine selinos—and wouldn’t he just love finding that out?
And then he smiled. That warm, feel-good, wrap-itself-around-you smile. He picked up a few strands of her hair, brushing the ends across his lips, then over her collarbone ever so softly, fluttering her already flutter-ing heart even more, sending shivers over her skin as he feathered her hair over her breasts, a soft stroke across her nipples, sliding down over her ribs, tickling her navel… and she sucked in a breath because somehow she’d forgotten to breathe.
Logan relinquished her hair and curved his hand over her hip, then up to her waist, gently over her ribs, sliding his hand beneath her, turning her so their gazes met. He looked at her as if he could see into her soul.
“I want you to stay, Angel. With us. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t really know you, yet… I do. It’s al-most… and I hate to say this because it’s so cliché, but it’s magical.” His eyes traced her face, and his voice lowered. “You feel it, too, don’t you? I know how crazy this sounds. I’m not impulsive, and I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, yet I know if I don’t tell you this, if I don’t ask you, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.”
The biggest regret of hers would be if she said no. Who was this new person inside her? This new her?
Vamping it up with Logan was one thing, but this? Staying with him? Could she pull it off without him finding out?
Or… would she have to tell him? “Logan, I… ”
He kissed her, then rested his forehead against hers. “Sshh. It’s all right. You don’t have to answer now. I know it’s sudden, but I had to ask. Had to let you know how I felt. We’re in no rush.”