Page 98 of Sapphire Sunset

Connor hit his knees.

Maybe a mistake to tip his hand the way he did. To letConnor know how close he was to the edge. Because now Connor seemed determinedto take them over it, hard and fast. One of his hands traveled up Logan’schest, searching for a nipple, no doubt. Wild with desire, Logan seizedConnor’s reaching hand and brought Connor’s fingers to his mouth, sucking them,tonguing them. He’d never done anything like it before, but it made him feel joinedwith Connor even with him down on his knees and wreathed in the cave’s shadows.

“Connor.”

The word erupted from him with that note of pleading andanticipation and a bit of fear that told him it was going to be a ball-churning,toe-curling event. And when it came, suddenly Logan felt skinless and owned, asif his entire body had been reduced to something raw and stripped of itsdefenses, something Connor now held in both of his stroking hands. He hademptied himself countless times, but never had the piercing bliss made him feelthis vulnerable, this exposed and yet cradled in the same instant.

The shudders. The gasps. The drawn-out release, not nearlyas stuttered as if he’d done the deed himself. And a twinge of worry that hischesty bellows had been audible all the way at the top of the cliff. ThenConnor was slowly crawling his way up his body as he stood. He’d tilted hisface to one side, and Logan was pretty sure why, so he gripped Connor’s chingently, saw some glistening threads of his eruption had landed on his beautifulcheek, and with a growl, he licked them up. Carefully. Methodically. One byone. Drawing lustful cries from Connor in the process.

“That was a really good punishment,” Connor whispered.

“Oh, no, baby. Your punishment’s next.”

Connor’s laugh was low and throaty, as if nothing couldplease him more.

Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’dactually giggled, but that’s what he was doing now as they slipped from thecave and snuck back into the hotel. Then, once they crossed the threshold intothe penthouse suite, their lips locked again, and they were stumbling towardthe bathroom like dancing partners drunk on lust. It was Connor who undressedLogan this time, hands exploring his hard body in the marble bathroom’s warm,honey-colored light. And Logan realized it was the first time he’d been totallynaked with the guy. When they stepped into the shower big enough for two,Connor was tasting, licking, nibbling, giving himself free roam of Logan’s hardexpanse of muscle, searching for the spots that made Logan twist and gasp.

As the spray hit them, Logan was also ready to explore. Heturned Connor’s face to the wall, soaped his hands with the hotel’s signaturebody wash—a blend of vanilla and eucalyptus and mint that he knew he’d foreverassociate with the taste and feel of Connor from this night on. He covered Connor’sass with it in wide, smooth circles, all so he could subject its glorious crackto suds-filled bliss. Connor’s moans became something else, something breathierand throatier and full of increasing, building need. In every inch of Connor’sbody, Logan found the surrender he’d craved for years.

Time melted away, maybe because it was the first time theyhad so much of it. So much of it to spend in hot and hungry kisses. They couldn’tmake up for five lost years in one night, but they could sure as hell have funtrying.

Once they’d exhausted their lips and exploring hands, Connorbrought his head to Logan’s chest, letting his body go limp inside his powerfulembrace.

“I have a theory,” Connor said. “It’skindanuts and it’s not all that scientific, so you have tokindago with me on this.”

“I’m all ears.” But more accurately, Logan was putty inConnor’s tender embrace.

“So you know how sometimes people feel weird after sex. Like,they’ll freak out or…I mean, I’m not freaking out, I just want to tell you my theory.”

“Sure.” Logan reached up and smoothed Connor’s damp bangsback from his forehead.

“Okay, so, evolution.”

“I’ve heard of it,” Logan said.

“Back in the caveman days. Cavepeople days. Whatever. Therewasn’t a lot of shelter, so if you were going to do the nasty, you probably hadto do it outside. And it’s very distracting, doing the nasty. As we learned, itcan feel incredible. Like mind blowing.”

“Mind blowing is an excellent description,” Logan added.

“But it can also completely take you out of yourself. Which,back in those days would have been a problem because…” He arched his eyebrows,indicating Logan should fill in the blank.

“Because people smelled terrible?” Logan ventured.

“No. Because of animals.”

“Animals?” Logan asked.

“Right. Wild animals could be stalking you. So if the minuteyou finished sex, you didn’t sit up right away and look around and get worried,you might get eaten.”

“And not, like, how I ate your ass this afternoon eaten,”Logan said.

“Nowhere near that amazing. Like torn limb from limb eaten.Which meant you got taken out of the gene pool. So that’s why there are a lot ofpeople in the population today who get worried and freaked out after sex. Becausethey’re descended from the ones who were always anxious a saber-tooth tiger mightget them after they got laid.”

“What are you worried about, Connor?”

Connor blinked up at him. “I’m not worried.”

Logan tightened his arms around Connor’s back. “Fine. What’syour saber-tooth tiger’s name then?”

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