Feel the Heat: A Contemporary Romance Anthology (89 page)

Or not.

Her heartbeat skipped at the thought. “You don’t need to use that if you don’t want to,” she whispered, stroking her hands up and down his torso. “I’m diligent about taking my pill.”

He lifted up just enough to look at her face. His jaw tightened as he nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while, since before my last physical.”

“I want you. Just you.” Her voice cracked as she said it, and she realized she meant, she needed him. Just him. She held his gaze as she reached between them and stroked his erection. “And I want you to have me in a way that’s just ours.”

He rocked into her touch, his eyes hooding as he pumped through her fist. “You’ve already got me. I’m yours, however you’ll have me.”

She lifted her hips and rubbed him against her slit. She was slippery there, wet for him, and as she teased herself with the head of his cock, she could picture it. Another rock of her hips and they’d be aligned perfectly.

The foil wrapper crinkled as Logan clenched his fist tighter. He shook his head as he gave her a slow, dirty half-smile. “Your choice, babe.”

L
ogan was trying
to play it cool, but Tori was killing him. Her hand on his dick, rubbing him against her…and the look on her face. Sweet and hopeful and honestly dirty, the best kind of dirty, like she’d discovered a naughty secret.

Shit, he wanted to share so many naughty secrets with her. A lifetime’s worth, but that was putting the cart way before the horse.

He dropped the condom onto the bed and stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “I love you.”

Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she gave him a tremulous smile. “Then love me. Just like this.” And she fit him against her snug, sweet entrance.

Sliding into Tori, feeling her tight, hot pussy stretch around his bare cock, was the single greatest feeling Logan could ever remember. Everything that followed was on the same incredible level. Her barely-there cry as he pressed her open. The way she clutched at him as he eased back, then pumped his hips into her again. When he bottomed out on the third thrust and she groaned before begging him to do that again.

He did, over and over again. He took his time, too. They shouldn’t be in any hurry. He hitched her thigh up on one side and buried his face in her neck as he figured out where her sweet spots were, then rose up above her and moved against them faster, harder, until she was fucking him from below, an equal player in their pleasure. They were both so hungry for release, but the pursuit of it was so fucking amazing he didn’t want to speed through it.

But that tug, deep inside, couldn’t be ignored. The way his balls pulled tight and her channel squeezed around him. Only the promise that they’d do this, again and again, allowed him to let himself go. When she wrapped her arms around his next and pulled him down to her, he gave into the urge to press her into the bed. Hard, rough, possessive. He wanted to be in her and on her like nobody else ever had. Wanted to imprint himself on her skin. He kissed her with each thrust, needing her breath on him as she tumbled into the abyss.

“You close?” he asked hoarsely. He knew she was. He could feel her tugging on him, coaxing his own orgasm like a dirty siren call.

“Mmm,” she breathed. “Come with me. Come in me, Logan.”

He slid his fingers through hers and pinned her hand against the bed as he sped up, chasing her so they could get there at the same time. His rhythm faltered as she cried out, his hips jerking wildly as a fresh, hot slick of her arousal coated his dick. The corners of his vision darkened and his thoughts were reduced to single words.

Heaven. Fuck. God. Yes. Hot. Tight. Tori. Love.

With a hard, pulsing spurt, then another and another, he came inside her. Her legs wrapped weakly around his hips, holding inside her, and he blindly found her mouth so he could kiss her all over again.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That was…”

“Yeah.” Her lips clung to his even as she nodded. “For me, too.”

“I’ve never felt anything like that, Tor.”

Another nod, this one rougher, and he lifted his head enough so he could focus on her face. Her eyes were bright. She gave him a little smile. “Same.”

His heart slammed against his ribs like it wanted—needed—to be let free, to hold her and love her forever.

It wasn’t like that was new information.

But for the first time in his life, Logan didn’t have to keep it a secret.

“
B
abe
…”

Tori shook her head. Nope. She wasn’t waking up. If she woke up, then she’d have to admit they were back in Atlanta, and it would be time to take Logan to the airport. She wasn’t ready for that. “Sleeping.”

“No you’re not.” He laughed against her bare belly, which just made her ache between her legs. Which is where he was headed, the evil, wonderful man. “Come on. I’ll give you a nice little orgasm before we have to head out.”

She blinked her eyes open and slowly propped herself up on her elbows as he peeled back the sheet. They’d tumbled into her bed naked after a quick shower and fallen fast asleep instead of making love.

Of course, the last five days in Miralinda had kind of worn them out. And their flight hadn’t landed until midnight.

But she’d wanted to have one last time with him before he had to head back to Coronado. “I want you inside me,” she whispered as he kissed the crease between her torso and her thigh.

“Then you’d better come quickly on my tongue.”

She did, and then he pulled her on top of him and let her ride while he stroked her breasts and gazed up at her like a man in love. Which he was—he didn’t hide that. And as overwhelming as it was to know how strongly he felt, it never felt like too much. How could it when he was still her best friend, and now her lover as well? And she meant lover in every way, although she hadn’t yet made the same confession of love in the same way. It felt weird and wrong to leap into making that kind of promise to Logan when a week earlier she’d been ready to marry someone else.

What a terrifying disaster that would have been. And after their week together, she had no doubt that she’d not only dodged a bullet, but found a true hero and partner in her best friend at the same time.

But it was still too soon to say that out loud.

With her body, though, she could say everything that needed to be spelled out.
I’m going to miss you like crazy. I’ll think of you every minute of every day until I can hold you again. You’re the only man I can imagine myself being with for the rest of my life. Oh, God, this is scary.

She could say some of that out loud. But they didn’t need words. They had a connection that went deeper than that.

And he knew she loved him on a bone-deep level, always had and always would.

When she slowed her pace, holding him inside her longer so she could rub against him before rising again, he pushed himself up to sit, holding her in his lap, and they finished together in a sticky, grinding tangle.

Showering was bittersweet. She didn’t want to wash him off her body, but it wouldn’t be romantic once she left her bedroom smelling of sex. He scrubbed her back and she soaped up his chest, and they avoided talking about what came next.

The truth was, neither of them knew. Not the details. The broad strokes weren’t in question—she was his, and he was hers, and they’d figure it out.

They had time.

But that didn’t make saying goodbye any easier.

She let him drive to the airport. He looked good in her car. Big and capable, strong and handsome.

The tears started in her chest as they parked. That’s where they stayed, though, a hot, burning ball of sadness that she wasn’t letting out until he left. Not that he missed her growing sadness.

He squeezed her hand as they walked together to the departures area. Held her tight to his chest, even as the clock ticked toward the time when he’d have to let her go.

“What do we say, babe?”

How could he be this strong, when she just wanted to cling to him and cry? She swallowed hard and nodded. “I can’t wait to do it all over again.”

“That’s right. You’re my beautiful, smart, incredible best friend. And I’m counting down the days until I get to kiss you right…here.” He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. “And here,” he whispered, light as a feather against the other corner. “And definitely…” He hauled her against him, and kissed her until her head was spinning and her heart was full. “Right there.”

She grinned as he stepped back, and they exchanged a private laugh as he walked toward the security line.

I can’t wait to do it all over again.
His words—now her words—rang loud and clear in her head as she watched him exchange a quick, respectful few words with the TSA agent, then snake through the line of travelers. And when he turned to give her one last wave before heading through to the departure area, she knew her heart might be leaving for California, but Logan had left his with her right there in Atlanta.

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