Page 66 of Every Sunset
“But you woke me anyway,” I pointed out.
“You were starting to stir. I was worried you were going to have a nightmare.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged as I lifted my head and stretched my back a little. “I don’t remember.”
“Let’s get you up to bed, where you’ll be more comfortable,” he suggested, but I barely heard the words as I just took him in. He always looked amazing, but in the light coming from that lamp, he seemed to be perfectly back lit. I could see the silhouette of his wide, muscular shoulders, and the sharp, strong angles of his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked to me with a smile.
I rose up onto my knees on the sofa beside him and pressed my hands to his chest. Beneath all I could feel was tightly packed muscle. He placed his hands lightly around my forearms as if to steady me.
“Always worrying about me, aren’t you?” I asked teasingly as I smiled up at him.
“Damn right. Gotta keep you safe and whole. Madd and I have plans to spend the rest of our lives with you.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?” I questioned as I studied his face.
“You doubt it?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Not really. I just…it’ll take some getting used to, I guess. Someone – no, two someone’s – wanting me like that.”
“Not someone, sweetheart. Me. I want you in every way I can have you. Maddox does too. We want to share the rest of our lives with you. We want you to share you life with us. We want you. We want Max. We love you, Anna. You don’t need to have any doubts about that. We love you so fucking much,” he promised.
“I love you too. I want all of that, Logan. I want it so much,” I admitted a little tearfully, but this time the tears were good. They were tears of hope and happiness. Of a future I could almost reach out and touch for me and my son. A future I desperately wanted.
“You have it. Once the FBI clear up this whole thing we can start looking to our future. You can decide where you want to live and what you want to do. We can work out what Max needs and wants too, and we’ll make it happen. No more fighting alone anymore. You’ll never have to face any battle ahead alone, sweetheart.”
I didn’t know what to say to any of that, so I allowed my instincts to take over instead. I lifted up onto my knees and swung my left one over Logan’s thighs so I were straddling him. I braced my hands on his unbelievably wide shoulders and slanted my lips over his before he could utter a word of question. I kissed him gently a few times, until finally Logan took over, wrapping his arms around my body and dragging me closer to him as he kissed me hard and fast. As the kiss intensified I found myself pushing closer to Logan’s front, my breasts pressed against his chest and my center against his abdomen. I practically had my legs wrapped around him as I fought to keep up with the fire and need in his hungry kiss. I wound my hands through the short strands of his hair as I clung to him, desperate for more.
“We…” Logan gasped as he pulled back from the kiss almost like he’d been forced to rip himself from it. “…we should slow down. We don’t need to rush this.”
“We’re not slowing down,” I growled, then before he could say anything else foolish, I slammed my mouth over his and started kissing him just as wildly as he’d been kissing me.
“Anna…” he gasped again as he pulled away. I forced myself to take a breath as I sat back a little and studied Logan’s face. He looked concerned and I hated it.
“Don’t Logan,” I almost pleaded. “Don’t look at me like I’m broken. I’m not fucking broken! I love you. I trust you. Isn’t that enough?”
“I just don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready. More than ready! Just stop worrying and make love to me, Logan,” I wasn’t above begging if it came to it. He had set me alight and there’s no way he was leaving me burning and walking away.
I was taken completely by surprise – in the best way – when Logan gripped my hips and in one swift movement lifted me up, slid from under me and set me back down until I lay on my back on the wide sectional, and he was straddling my thighs, his hands caging me in at either side.
“God, Anna. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you laid out like this, underneath me,” he uttered as he slowly trailed kisses down my neck, making me shudder with need as each soft touch of his lips, juxtaposed by the harsh brush of his short beard, brushed over the sensitive skin of my face and neck.
“That feels so good,” I whispered. Every nerve in my body seemed to have come to life, and they were all sending signals to my desperate center.
“You feel so good, Anna. You’re perfect, sweetheart, so fucking perfect,” he whispered as he continued trailing kisses down the neckline of the vest top I was wearing. “Can I take this off?” he asked as he slid a finger under the strap at my shoulder.
“Yes. Take it all off, Logan. Yours too. I want to see you,” I pleaded. I was already feeling out of breath with need, and my body felt like it was buzzing for what it needed so desperately.
I lifted up to a sitting position and helped Logan lift off my cami, then he pulled off the lounge shorts I changed into earlier, my panties gone with them. I made short work of the bra, and as I tossed it aside I was relieved Logan had started stripping away his own clothes too.
Watching him strip, every inch of his spectacular body on display and all for me, took the fire that had been lit within me, and threw a gallon of gasoline over it as my need intensified to the point that I couldn’t be still as I stared at Logan. His boxers were the last thing to go, then he was stood before me, deliciously naked.
“You just gonna stand there?” I asked him breathlessly. I didn’t even stop to worry about my scars that had to be clear to see as I lay before him, stark naked. Suddenly there was no place for insecurity between us. The way Logan was looking at me erased any sort of fear that he’d find me lacking. There was nothing in his gaze but desire.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased as he moved closer to me and covered my body with his, caging me in.
“No. I’m eager,” I corrected him with a huge grin on my face.
