True. The only rush she had was to get back in the water to ensure she could make this decision.
Because she might actually consider it…
She feathered the hair by his temple and met his eyes. “I’d like that, Logan. But you’re right. It is quick. We’ll just take it as it comes. Deal with things when the need arises.”
He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm— and the tingles started all over again. “That’s fine, Angel. We’ll make it work.” He smiled that sly, devilish smile of his. “And as for needs arising…”
He pressed himself against her and there was no mis-taking what need he was talking about.
Angel was all for meeting needs. “Roll over,” he whispered.
“Roll over?”
“Yes. Over.” Logan nudged her hip. “There’s some-thing I’ve been dying to do.”
She couldn’t imagine what it was, but the look in his eyes—and the insistent poking at her hip—encouraged her to find out.
She rolled over.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then she heard the hitch in Logan’s breathing and felt the barest brush of her hair against the base of her spine.
“God, Angel, I’ve been imagining this for so long…” “We haven’t known each other that long.”
“Are you sure about that? I feel as if I’ve always known you.” He kissed just above the base of her spine. “Your bruise is gone.”
She stiffened. “My bruise?”
“Uh huh.” When he kissed the exact spot, she knew
what he meant. That was no bruise. “You must have hurt yourself getting into the boat.”
Actually, she hadn’t, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that he’d seen the royal birthmark that faded when she was out of the water.
“I was looking forward to kissing it and making it better.” He did anyway—both kiss it and make every-thing better.
It was her turn for her breath to whoosh out. “You’re doing a good job.”
His lips curved against her skin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She shivered in anticipation.
Then she shivered again when he kissed the base of her spine.
Then again when he moved to the small of her back. And again, each time he kissed another vertebra, moving up her back, all the while circling the tips of her
hair along the top of her butt and along the cleft.
Then his finger followed, stroking all the way down and between her legs just as his lips reached that sensi-tive area on the back of her neck.
Angel’s lips fell open as she tried to take in more air. She tried. Really, really tried, but when his fin¬ger skimmed through her swelling folds to find the very center of her, she panted out what was left in her lungs.
Then his lips fluttered to her ear and he played with the lobe, his breath sensitizing her skin even more, and Angel didn’t care if she never breathed again.
“You feel so incredible,” he whispered huskily. Didn’t she know it.
She tried to respond, but that lack of air made it im-possible, so she drew in as big a breath as she could possibly manage—if only so she wouldn’t pass out and miss one moment of this.
Then he nudged her leg up and over his hip, his fin-gers playing there, finding every nerve ending, and she found enough breath to exhale.
“Like this?” He slid one finger inside her.
She nodded. A groan escaped… which was a major accomplishment with the sensations he’d created inside her.
“I know something you’ll like even more.”
She managed to turn her head enough to get a glimpse of his face. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
He smiled, satisfied and cocky. “Trust me.” She did.
That simple; she did trust Logan.
Sliding his finger from her to press against her aching center, Logan rolled her onto her back, one leg splayed across his hips and he sat up to watch.
Open and aroused and exposed, Angel had never felt sexier. She pulled her knee up a little higher, her leg stroking him.
It was Logan’s turn to groan. Then he kissed her hip bone.
Oh she knew what his intentions were…
She couldn’t stop the shiver. Or the rush of pleasure that swept over her and made her swell even more against his touch.
His eyes met hers, a question in them, but… not really.
They both knew the answer.
He skimmed his lips low across her belly. Lower.
Then somehow, with a move she wasn’t even sure she saw, Logan was there. Between her thighs, his fin-gers spreading her and his tongue claiming that part of her that was aching and begging for his attention.
Angel’s other leg fell to the side as she offered herself to him.
Logan took. And took and took. And gave and gave.
His hands slid beneath her to position her at just the right angle, his thumbs separating the folds, giving him unlimited access to every aching, needing, throbbing part of her.
His tongue swirled and Angel arched on the bed, grasping for the sheets, the mattress, a pillow… any-thing. Anything to grab onto as some semblance of real-ity while his tongue took her higher.
Aloft in a wave of sensation, her hips rose with each stroke of his tongue.
Then he slid one finger inside her—maybe two—and Angel felt the rush to the end begin.
Only Logan wasn’t willing to end it.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, and her eyes flew open. She looked down at him, there between her legs, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Told you to trust me.” She could only nod.
Well, and raise her hips. She wasn’t finished.
Nor was Logan, thank the gods. He lowered his head and began his assault all over again, this time nudg¬ing her legs farther apart with his shoulders, changing
the angle, his tongue stroked her, and Angel knew it wouldn’t be long.
It wasn’t.
A few more strokes and Angel soared over the edge. She came against his mouth with a quaking, shudder¬ing rush of pleasure and feeling and love that left her drained yet utterly and wholly complete.
So this was what it was like to make love.
So very different from having sex, and something she could no longer live without.
Somehow she’d have to make this work with Logan.
Even though it meant telling him the truth— She’d deal with that later.
“You awake?” he whispered against her belly, kiss-ing his way slowly—too slowly—up her body.
She opened one eye—all she could manage. “Get up here, you. It’s your turn.”
Logan kissed her navel and dipped his tongue inside, one eyebrow arched her way.
“Again—I love the way you think, lady…”