Chasing Ava: A Bachelor of Shell Cove Novel (The Bachelors of Shell Cove) (24 page)

“Sorry for what? Where are you going?” He grabbed her hip and pulled her moist center flush with his lengthening erection.
 

“I think it would be best if I went home.”
 

He rolled on his back so quickly pulling her with him she looked disoriented straddling his body. He had released her hip, wrapped an arm around her waist, dropped one elbow to the mattress and pulled her on top.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said with both hands at her waist now. “We are not done. We’ll go slowly. I don’t care if it takes until Monday.”
 

“It’s Friday night, Logan.”

“Duly noted, neither of us is leaving this bed, until you are mine. Would you be more relaxed if you were in control?”
 

“You’d let me do that?”

“You can do anything you want with my body. Ride me Ava, you set the pace. Just put your hands on me.” He relinquished control to her, something that should’ve had him running for the high ground. But, this was Ava. The one woman made for him.

Her light touches down his chest and abdomen drove him crazy. He kept his hands pinned behind his head, afraid that if he touched her she would stop her exploration. “That’s it sweetheart. Touch me. I’m all yours.” His hardness pulsed between them with each heated caress and he moved closer to the edge of his control. He’d never let her go after tonight.

His response to her touch spurred Ava to continue her methodical exploration of his body. She felt the power of his muscled body underneath her, knew he could hurt her, and she would be defenseless against him. As she caressed the bronzed skin of his torso, she saw that he fought his need to touch her. Honoring his word to go as slow as she needed. She leaned over his sculpted abs and lowered her body, pressing her breast to the heated skin of his chest.
 

“Your body is magnificent, Logan.” The delicious contact had her nipples tingling and she sucked in a breath to his corresponding groan. Comfortable now, she rocked her hips against his erection, letting him feel her feminine heat.
 

“Easy sweetheart, when I come I want to be deep inside of you.”
 

At that, she raised her hips and positioned him at her center. He had barely entered her and already she felt the stretch, the impossibly tight fit. He was too large.

“How long?” She knew what he was asking.
 

“Six years,” she said in a strained voice.
 

“Hold onto me,” he said. Strong arms curled around her bottom. She looked at him, those gorgeous emerald eyes that she could swim in. As soon as she placed her hands on his shoulders he surged up into her snug channel. Her eyes flew open and she screamed at the delicious burn of being stretched by him. She steadied herself by digging her nails into his shoulders as he rocked into her. He pushed deeper and her body sparked, caught fire, and pure sexual flames consumed her.
 

“Logan,” she moaned his name. Reveling in the perfection of feeling his body connected to hers.
 

 
“I’ve got you.” With each push inside her, Ava clung to him, eager and urgent, demanding everything he had to give. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to his demands.
 

“Open your eyes sweetheart, see and feel as I make you mine,” he growled.
 

His strong hands dug into her hips holding her in place, giving her what her body demanded. She didn’t want him to ever stop. Her brain was in overdrive.
 

The energy racing through her body curled her toes. She felt the damp sheets, his sweat covered body, the flexing muscles as he drove into her. His hands curled around her nape drawing her down to meet his lips in a sizzling kiss. A kiss she returned with a ferocity to match his own.
 

She felt his fingers glide into her hair before her brain registered what was happening.
Oh God
. Her body tensed. Closing her eyes she readied herself. The pain would be next. Don’t scream she told herself. That only made the pain last longer.
 

This wasn’t right. The feeling of connection with Ava had been severed. Logan’s eyes flew to Ava’s face. What he saw was terrifying. Ava’s brows were bunched together, her lower lip was trapped between her teeth, and her chin trembled.
 

“Ava?” She didn’t respond. Logan went still. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” She squeezed them tighter. He could feel a cool sweat forming on her body. What was happening to her? He needed her to come back to him for both their sanity.
 

“Open. Your. Eyes. Ava. Look at me now,” he snapped.” His voice was firm, too firm, but her eyes opened at his command. She was unfocused, unseeing before sad cappuccino eyes found his face.

“See me, sweetheart please.” He applied gentle hands, caressing her back, touching her with care. God she looked to be in pain. He didn’t want his contact to make it worse. She looked vulnerable. Wounded.
 

“I see you.” A deep breathe left her body. “Safe,” he heard her whisper before she sagged atop him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Something, no someone else had claimed her. Worried and concerned for Ava, Logan gripped her hips and lifted, to pull free of her body. He wanted to cradle her in his arms. Slay all her demons. Her hand at his chest stayed him. She was looking at him now. The sadness was still there, but there was another emotion her saw in her firmed lip and alert eyes.
 

“No, Logan I don’t want us to stop.” He studied her. He was wary to grant her request so soon after her obvious distress. He was thinking of a way to change her mind when she frowned. A subtle fortitude reflected in her eyes.
 

“I know what I’m asking. Help me.” He nodded in understanding.
 

He would give her new memories tonight. “Don’t take your eyes off me and say my name.” She stared at him in confusion. Not understanding his request.
 

“Logan.” With that he hardened inside of her, but didn’t move. Her soft groan of pleasure spurred him.
 

“Say it again, tell me you see me. Only me.”

“Logan, I see you.”

“Again.”

“I see you, Logan.” The tension started to leave her body. Slick heat welcomed him. A slow burn, licked through his veins as she moved on him. He began to drive inside of her.
 

“Yes.” Her eyes drifted closed.

A surge of power filled him as he drove them both toward the brink between lost and found. He pushed deep knowing he was stretching her to the limit.
 

“Open your eyes sweetheart. Stay with me.” She did as he commanded.

“I see you, Logan.” He watched as her head fell backwards, exposing her slender neck, her cries echoing off the ceiling. He claimed her with every powerful thrust. She was his. No one else would ever have her. Possession resonated in every thrust into her satiny heat. “Yes … Logan.”

“Your mine Ava” he groaned. Logan was pressed so deep inside of her, the confines of his body blurred and fused with her.
 

“Yes, Logan” He thrust into her again and again with an urgency that sent their passion blazing out of control. Her body squeezed, and clench around him. And when the end came for both of them it was carnal, and consuming and explosive. She collapsed beside him and he tucked her closed into his side.

“There will be many nights spent in pleasure for us Ava,” he said as fatigue slowly claimed them both.
 

Ava snuggled closer in his arms and he heard her sigh of contentment. He looked at the beautiful woman lying in his arms, head pillowed on his chest, eyes closed, with a soft curl to her lips. She looked satiated even in sleep. There was a unique scar on the back of her right shoulder. He hadn’t seen before tonight. This angle allowed him to study it more closely. He ran his fingers over the evenly spaced indentations and immediately he recognized what they were. Anger, raw and bloodthirsty rushed through him. A human bite. He pulled her closer wanting to shield her from every hurt. She meant everything to him.
 

Ava awoke naked with an equally naked Logan grinning down at her. Smiling back at him, her body quickened at the sight of his messy bed hair and a night’s growth of stubble covering that chiseled jaw. Stretching her frame over his body, she lifted her head, curls in every direction and grinned at him. She took in her surroundings with the wide eyes of new discovery. The reality that she had sex with Logan last night and they both liked it had her mind reeling. He grinned back at her.
 

“Good morning,” she placed a light kiss on his chin. Kissing him like this, waking up in Logan’s bed, made her feel like a normal woman. Before she knew pain and fear.
 

He captured her chin, lifted her face and drove into her mouth claiming his prize.

“Good morning beautiful. You look well satisfied.”

“I probably look tired.” Because good sex made you tired, she thought with glee.
 

“If you expected to look the same as when you entered my bedroom you should not have picked me.” She moved to fully extricate herself from his arms and he gripped her wrist.
 

“Stay.” That arrogant, wide grin of his said that she wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon.
 

“I’m just going to the bathroom, Logan.”
 

He released his grip. “Don’t be gone long.” His eyes closed on the last word. He looked exhausted. Somehow that pleased her to know she might be the death of him, too. She certainly didn’t want to be the only one behaving as a sex crazed lunatic. Her body was singing in all the right places. Her thighs were tight and sore similar to the aftermath of a Brazilian dance class, but better. Logan had worked her in the most delicious ways imaginable. She still couldn’t believe that sex could be this out of this world amazing. The tingle between her legs made her smile. Logan had turned her into a sex addict in one night.
 

Ava stood in the bathroom door mouth gaped open at the expansive luxury of Logan’s master bath. It was bigger than both her bedrooms combined. Sunlight poured into the room from triple skylights in the exposed wood beam ceiling. The monochromatic natural stone floors with coordinating dual sink tops on the far wall were a striking contrast to the dark cabinets and iron hardware. The wall length beveled mirror reflected a multicolored river rock wall with an embedded fireplace behind the footed spa tub. There was even a sheepskin rug with perfectly placed slippers by the rainfall shower.