Magic Kiss (Hope Falls Book 11) (24 page)

Closing her eyes, she hoped that if she didn’t have any visual stimulation, it would slow down the process—but that backfired big time. The second her lids shut, her other senses became more acute. The pressure and friction of his fingers stroking her became even more intense. The sensation of his rock-hard length rubbing against her in a sensual rhythm, sent a shock of bliss radiating from her core.

“I don’t… I want… I can’t…” Her nails dug into Logan’s muscled arms as she tried to articulate her desire to draw this out as long as possible.

Evidently, she didn’t communicate what she was feeling, because instead of pumping the breaks, Logan floored the gas pedal and slid one of his thick fingers inside her while his thumb simultaneously rubbed her swollen nub.

That was it. The release she’d been desperately trying to keep at bay flooded through her.

Logan’s finger worked in and out of her in smooth, measured strokes as he hissed, “Damn, you’re so tight. So fucking tight.”

The heat of breath on her neck and the boldness of his words catapulted her up and over her peak.

“Oh God… Oh, oh…oh, yes!” she cried out as she was seized with a rush of sensation so intense that her body shuddered uncontrollably.

She leaned her head against Logan’s solid shoulder as she rode out the wild waves of ecstasy cresting through her. Every time she thought her release was drawing to a close, his finger would thrust deeper or his thumb would graze with just the right amount of pressure over her clit and the strong, powerful tidal wave of bliss would claim her again.

Through the entire glorious experience, Logan was whispering sensual words of encouragement in her ear. He told her how sexy she was. How badly he wanted her. How good he was going to make her feel. How wet she felt. How turned on she made him.

Every word he spoke served to push all of her erotically charged buttons and send her soaring to heights she’d never been to before. With each touch, each whisper, each stroke, she trembled on the edge of infinity.

After the last spasm rocked her senses, her body went limp, drained of every drop of energy. When Logan scooped her up into his strong embrace, she let herself luxuriate in his potent strength. Resting her head on his chest, her eyes still shut, she was overwhelmed with the sense of safety and security emanating from his cradling hold. She’d had to stand on her own two feet for so long, it was amazing how good it felt to let someone else carry her. Literally.

As he lowered her, her eyes opened and she had to push down a tiny bud of disappointment that the short distance across the room to her bed had not been just a little longer. The bed dipped beneath her as Logan gently laid her on the soft, cool comforter. After kissing her lightly on her lips, he pulled his arms from beneath her and stood. The second his body was no longer in contact with hers, she missed the connection and her heart sank.

That feeling of loss was short-lived though. Logan lifted his shirt up and over his head as he stared down at her with a heat that could’ve set a whole forest on fire. Her eyes roamed over his broad shoulders, which were rounded with muscle, across the smooth, solid wall of muscle that was his chest, and down the steely contours of his rippling abs.

His body was the epitome of male perfection.

Emma’s mouth went dry as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she anxiously waited for the great unveiling. She’d felt his arousal pressed against her for the first time five years ago in her kitchen and hadn’t been able to get the image the sensation had inspired out of her head. Since she’d been in Hope Falls, she’d been lucky enough to have felt it again, but it had always been trapped in the confines of clothing. For a split second, she feared she’d built his manhood up into something of mythical proportions. There was no way reality could live up to the fantasies that she played in her head over and over again.

A tingling thrill spread through her as Logan hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his boxer briefs and pants. Then he pushed them down, freeing his straining erection. Her fears were put to rest when he stood up. What he was working with was somehow more magnificent, more spectacular, more impressive, than anything her imagination had envisioned.

“Wow,” she whispered with a twinge of disbelief.

A small grin pulled at Logan’s mouth before he slowly tugged her panties down and off her legs. Then he unhooked her bra, and slid the straps down her arms.

His eyes hungrily roamed over Emma’s body. The room was lit with an orange haze from the evening sky, illuminating the entire space. The only sound was their combined pants of labored breathing.

Emma had never been particularly shy about her body, but before this moment, she would’ve believed that a situation like this would’ve made her feel vulnerable. Insecure. But somehow, lying totally bare beneath Logan’s stare was having the exact opposite effect on her. She felt emboldened, confident, and sexier than she’d ever dreamed she could feel.

When he joined her on the bed, her legs automatically opened in invitation. He climbed over her, his erection nestling against her center. As he hovered above her, her hands ran up and down his back. The weight of his large body above her unearthed and opened a box of feelings she’d buried long ago. This was what she missed the most. A tear pricked at her eye, so she shut them, hoping that he wouldn’t see.

His body stilled, growing tense—her emotion hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“What’s wrong?” The genuine concern in his voice caused her eyes to fill with moisture.

Logan started to move off her, but she gripped his back, holding him in place.

Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath. Her voice was shaky as she assured him, “I’m fine. It’s just… This feels so good.”

His entire body relaxed against her, and a sigh of arousal escaped her mouth.

“We’re just getting started.” An enticing smile pulled at his lips before he lowered his head and kissed her neck.

She closed her eyes, giving herself completely over to this night. To this passion. To Logan.

*

“Hmmm.” Emma’s soft moan vibrated against Logan’s lips as he suckled the base of her neck.

Her body writhed beneath him, and with every slight movement, the primal ache of restrained need throbbed heavier through him. His dick pulsed painfully as it slid up and down the wet folds of her center. Her juices coated his steel-hard shaft with every pass.

As his mouth moved over her collarbone, her breathing grew shallower. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, his mouth watered and his erection swelled with the knowledge that he would have them in his mouth.

Normally, taking his time with women wasn’t a difficult thing for Logan. Foreplay had always been something he’d excelled at. No matter how turned on he was, how badly he wanted to get to the big show, he’d always been able to settle in for the long game. That wasn’t the case with Emma. With her, every ounce of self-control he’d easily tap into during sex was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He was holding on to it, but just barely.

Every cell in his being was screaming for him to drive into her wet heat. As much as he was trying to go slow, his body was rebelling against his attempts. Each rock of her eager hips brought his thin thread of control closer to snapping.

Tonight, when he’d come home and seen Emma dressed up and looking like a scared, trapped animal, he’d decided that nothing was going to happen tonight. He’d made up his mind that anything physical between them could only come if and when they talked about things. About the past. About what that meant. About whether or not their being together was actually a good idea.

That had truly been his intention after he’d sent away the redhead who’d shown up to ask him to go to his brother’s bar and have a drink. But everything had changed when he’d opened Emma’s door and seen her struggling with her dress while she put herself down under her breath.

All of his good intentions had flown right out the window. A primal urge to show her just how damn sexy she was had consumed him. After that, Logan had barely been able to hold back the caveman compulsion to pick her up, wrap her legs around his waist, and slam himself into her again and again until there was not a question in her mind about her sex appeal.

Logically, he knew she didn’t need that. So he was trying to go as slow as he possibly could. When he’d pressed his finger into her tight sheath, he’d been afraid that he was going to explode in his pants. Her inner walls had sucked his digit deeper and deeper as he had fingered her. The feeling of him touching her so intimately while she came apart in his arms had been the sweetest moment of his life. The way she had melted against him while her fingernails had dug into his skin, had inflamed a sense of need in him so hot that it had almost sent him right over the edge.

Now, he was doing everything in his power to focus all of his attention on working her up to the same frenzied state he was in and not just bury himself inside her. As he kissed his way up the swell of one breast, he shifted his weight to one arm and cupped her other mound in his hand.

When his mouth covered her nipple, she arched her back and cried out. As he suckled on her beaded knot of flesh, he kneaded her other breast with his hand. He spent his time lavishing attention on one and then the other, learning what she liked. When he pinched one hardened nub while biting the other, she squirmed with desire beneath him. When his tongue outlined her rosy areolas before flicking her nipple rapidly with his tongue and then slowing his pace to long, leisurely strokes, her body shook and her arousal coated his shaft. He spent his time worshipping her perfect breasts and lost himself completely in his pursuit to bring her pleasure.

When he pushed her breasts together so that her nipples were almost touching, Logan licked and sucked them both as his hands massaged her full mounds. Emma cried out as her fingers fisted in his hair, the sting of her grip causing his dick to twitch and throb forcefully against her moist center.

“Oh God…I want you… I want to feel you…inside me…now,” she whispered with need in her voice. “Please…I need you.”

Logan’s body wanted nothing more than to facilitate her wish, but he needed to make sure her body was ready to take him. When he had been working his finger in her, he’d only been able to fit up to his knuckle. Even if she thought she was primed for him, he knew better.

Moving down the bed, he trailed kisses over her stomach while he spread her legs farther apart. When his lips reached his destination, he lightly brushed them over the top of her sex.

She lifted up on her elbows, her eyes glazed over with lust as she shook her head. “You don’t have to… I can’t…”

Logan paused. Some women weren’t comfortable with this, but he never would’ve guessed Emma to be one of them. He looked into her hooded, blue eyes and waited. His mouth was only a breath away from her feminine folds, and heat was radiating off her damp center.

Closing her eyes, she blurted out, “I can’t have more than one orgasm, so you don’t have to do that. We can just…have sex.”

She might’ve intended that statement to be a deterrent, but all Logan heard was a challenge. And not just any challenge—one he was more than happy to take on.

When he pressed his lips to her pouty flesh, her eyes flew open and she sucked in a breath.

“I said you don’t…” Her words trailed off as he lifted his chin and lightly grazed his stubble across her swollen clit.

“You don’t have to come,” he explained, as he turned his head to rub his bristly hair-covered cheek along her damp, petal-smooth center.

“Oh…” Emma’s head dropped back to the pillow as she moved her legs, parting her thighs to give him total access.

A small grin lifted on his lips. He loved how responsive she was. And how much she trusted him.

After positioning himself so that he could use his fingers and his mouth, he slowly rubbed up and down her folds and said, “But for the sake of research, I’m going to touch you”—he pressed his lips to hers—“and kiss you…” Flattening his tongue, he ran it from the base of her seam up to the hood of her sex. “And lick you…”

Crying out, she fisted her hands in the comforter as her hips rocked up towards his mouth. After several licks, her core pulsed against him as it grew wetter and wetter.

As much as he’d have loved to get her off with just his mouth, this was actually serving a greater purpose. Logan spread her folds apart and pushed his middle finger into her snug passage. “And finger you…but it’s just for research. You don’t have to come,” he rasped.

Her inner muscles fluttered around him as she gasped and moaned. Sealing his lips over her clit, he sucked it before flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“Oh God!” she cried, strained and raw.

Without giving her body warning, he added his index finger to stretch her inner walls. She let out a throaty moan. His mouth continued to suckle her nub, and by the second stroke of his fingers, her body convulsed with release as her sweet juices covered his hand. He stayed with her, slowing his strokes and licks.