One Night With You (6 page)

So her sleeping for the next twenty minutes would be good.

For once in her life, though, Bo made things easy on him. She not only slept the next twenty minutes, she didn’t wake up when he opened the door, came around the car and lifted her out. She cuddled into his chest, turning her face toward him and nuzzling him.

The feel of her in his arms, all sleepy warm and soft, made his gut go tight with need. If he laid her down on his bed and stripped away the T-shirt she was wearing, he could run his hands over that amazing body, fill his hands with her breasts, grip her hips and hold her still while he rocked against her.

If he went down on her, would she come awake with a moan?

She had before. Logan had vivid, almost painful memories of that one night. He’d woken her up just like that, licking and nuzzling her soft, sweet pussy. She had been climaxing when she awoke. The look in her eyes was sleepy satisfaction and a dreamlike, dazed pleasure.

Hunger hit him like a punch in the gut. Hard and vicious.

He carried her up to the porch and had to shift her weight around so he could unlock the door. The inside of the cabin smelled like cedar and wood smoke and some of that potpourri crap that one of Dustin’s girlfriends had brought.

The cabin wasn’t one of those luxury deals, although Dustin and he had fixed it up a lot since it had passed to them. The plank wood floors were new, the couch was overstuffed and comfortable enough to fall asleep on and the fireplace was huge. The deck in the back faced toward the lake and there were a couple of Adirondack chairs alongside the hot tub.

He wanted to see Bo in that hot tub. His dick throbbed and he tried to focus on something that didn’t involve Bo naked.

Of course, images of Bo naked had been intruding on his thoughts for more than a decade now. Stopping that process was going to be hard.

* * * * *

The mattress was lumpy. Bo shifted around and tried to find a more comfortable position, still clinging to sleep. The pillow… She smacked it at with her hand and reality intruded just a little more. A funny smell. Lavender and vanilla. She opened one eye. Then the other.

At first she didn’t understand what was in front of her. A golden wall—the warm, mellow gold of wood. She could smell cedar somewhere under all that vanilla and lavender. She slanted her gaze upward and saw a window with panes of sparkling glass framed by simple, sturdy, dark blue curtains.

Her head felt kind of funny, her memories of the last night all fuzzy. She was trying to process everything going on but her head just didn’t want to work.

A hand on her hip from behind. Bo yelped and drove her elbow back as hard as she could. It connected with a hard stomach and she heard a muffled “Ooph” as she scrambled out of the bed.

She spun around and stared in shock. It was Logan. His hair was rumpled, his lids low, gaze sleepy. He was dressed. Bo looked down at herself and saw that she still wore the long, plain white T-shirt. She blinked. Looked back up at Logan. He was still there.

Bo tried rubbing her eyes and looked back. He was
still
there. “What the hell is going on?”

“Morning, Bo.”

She snarled at him and went up to the bed and kicked one of the bedposts. Pain shot up her leg, just a little more proof that she wasn’t dreaming. “Don’t
Morning
,
Bo
me, you jackass. Where in hell am I?
What
am I doing here?”

He rolled out of bed and came around the foot of the bed. Yeah, he was still dressed but the shirt was unbuttoned. The plain blue cotton framed a hard, muscled chest and Bo realized her mouth was watering. He reached out toward her and she backed away. “You’re at the cabin.” He kept coming and when she backed into the wall, he reached up and planted his arms on either side of her, pinning her in place. “Remember the cabin I told you about?” he murmured. He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. “I told you about it at least once. Right before you hung up on me.”

Bo squinted up at him. He’d lowered his head like he was going to kiss her but Bo turned her head aside. “I’ve hung up on you plenty. No, I don’t remember a cabin. Nor do I remember me telling you that I’d like to come to this cabin. Take me home.”

He didn’t seem to mind that she wouldn’t let him kiss her. He nuzzled her neck, licked her there and then bit her softly. Bo had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when he leaned into her and rocked his hips against hers. She felt him through the thin cotton of her shirt and through his jeans—hot and hard. Desperate, she squeezed her eyes closed and pushed against him. “Damn it, Logan, take me home.”

“I will. Sooner or later.” He did lean back, though, looking down at her hands. He looked back up at her and there was a dark, almost scary look in his eyes. He wrapped his fingers around her left wrist and lifted, bringing it to his mouth. Bo’s eyes widened as he slid her ring finger into his mouth. He gently tugged back and she felt her engagement ring slide off. She caught a glimpse of the gold band as he reached up and took the ring out of his mouth.

“I hate that ring,” he rasped. His hand closed in a tight fist around it. Bo was temporarily speechless. Apparently, he decided to take advantage of the fact. His mouth came down on hers hard, almost punishing. His tongue pressed against her lips. Reality intruded and she tried to turn her head away. She felt a big hand cup the back of her head, holding her still. At the same time, he used his other hand to cup her cheek. He pressed right
there
, at that sensitive place right along her jaw, forcing her mouth open.

Bo wanted to be outraged. She wanted to be pissed at his rough kiss, at the hard, unyielding strength and the way he used it on her. But she wasn’t.

She was so damn turned on, she felt like she just might melt all over him. His tongue came inside her mouth and she groaned hungrily. She arched up against him, opening fully. His hands left her head, traveling down over her shoulders, down her arms. Distantly, she heard something fall, felt it bounce off her foot. “Hate that ring,” he muttered again, lifting his head just enough to say that against her mouth and then he was kissing her again.

He was all over her. Bo felt like he had ten hands and wanted nothing more than to drive her insane. He palmed her ass, caressed her breasts, jerked at her T-shirt and tore it away from her. His mouth left hers and moved to her breasts. No soft, gentle kisses there either, he licked and bit her nipples, had her teetering on the point of pain and she cried out and begged for more.

His jeans felt rough against her naked thighs, abrading her flesh as he pushed against her. “You’re so hot,” he muttered as he sank down in front of her, kissing a straight line down from her breastbone to her navel. His hand cupped her and he dipped one finger inside her sex. Bo clenched around him with a force that damn near hurt. “So wet. Melting for me.”

Hell yes, she was melting. Bo felt like she was turning into a boneless little puddle, melting all around him and over him. His mouth replaced his fingers and he plunged his tongue inside her. In quick, rapid succession, over and over, until she climaxed with a scream. She shuddered, slamming her hands against his shoulders to keep from collapsing. Logan slid his tongue around her clit and then he pushed it inside her again. She felt a gentle suction and she wailed. Her nails bit into his shoulders and her knees wobbled. She couldn’t stay upright. No way.

He moved, standing up so fast that Bo swayed. Her legs folded under her and she would have sunk to the ground in a boneless puddle, but he lifted her and braced her against the wall. At some point, between going down on her and standing up, he’d shoved his jeans out of the way. She felt the bare length of his cock against her belly as he spread her legs and moved between them.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Bo could hardly breathe, could hardly see and didn’t even have the strength to wrap her arms around him. But she forced herself to lean her head back and try to focus on his face. “Don’t look away.” She blinked, barely comprehending his words.

Her feet left the floor. He caught her under the knees and shoved them high, hooking them over his forearms as he pressed against her. “Don’t look away,” he muttered again.

He pushed inside her, huge and hot as a branding iron. Stretching her. Filling her. She cried out as he filled up the empty ache she’d been living with for four years. His eyes, that pale golden brown, stared into hers with an intensity that seemed to burn. “Tell me you thought of this, the two of us.”

His voice was a hypnotic growl and it never even occurred to Bo to
not
obey him. “Every day,” she whispered. Every day, every night, until she ached with the sweet pain of the memories. She arched up and tried to pull him closer. He held himself back, though, staring down at her. She reached for him and he somehow managed to capture her wrists, even with her legs hooked over his elbows. He pressed them flat against the wall, effectively pinning her. She couldn’t move—Logan held her in a way that kept her open for his use, exposed to his eyes and it was so damn erotic she almost came just from the feel of his hands trapping her.

He pulled out slowly, inch by incremental inch and she’d never been so aware of every little movement. He surged back inside, keeping his pace slow as he pushed deep inside. So deep she could feel the head of his cock butting against the mouth of her womb. He held there for long, excruciating seconds and then he pulled out and started the process all over again, just a little bit faster. Then faster, faster, until he was slamming into her full force. The wooden wall bit into her back, his hands squeezing her wrists hard and tight. His cock jerked inside her and reflex had her squeezing down in return. And still, he kept going, so hard and so fast. Pleasure and pain blurred and she screamed.

His mouth covered hers, an animalistic snarl coming from him as though the sound of her screaming was exactly what he had been waiting for.

The orgasm grew inside instead of fading away and every time he shafted her, it seemed to grow just a little more out of control until it finally shattered her. Blood roared in her ears and for a minute, she couldn’t see, feel or anything as she bucked and shuddered and screamed her way through climax.

Shaky, hot, all but dying inside from the pleasure, Bo tried once more to reach for him and this time, he let go of her wrists and let her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest. Logan lowered her legs and wrapped his arms around her, stroking a hand up and down her back.

Tears stung her eyes but Bo wouldn’t let them fall.

* * * * *

His hand came up to lie on her belly. He’d carried them to bed and Bo was still too shaky to argue. The warm, heavy weight of him wasn’t helping either. Her body was hungry for more. She wanted to turn into him and snuggle close.

It was all she could do to lie still. When he touched her, she felt it clear down to her toes. His voice was sleep-rough as he said, “I didn’t wear a rubber.”

That was a fact that Bo was excruciatingly aware of, thank you. She glanced at him and then went back to contemplating the plank ceiling. “I’m on the Pill.” She’d started it in preparation for getting married. Up until then, she hadn’t needed it. She hadn’t been sleeping with David. David hadn’t seemed to mind when she had shied back. They hadn’t slept together before he’d proposed and after, Bo knew he had just assumed she wanted to wait.

David was sweet like that.

Sweet. Handsome. Sexy, even. But she didn’t get all gooey inside thinking about David.

The bed shifted beside her and from the corner of her eye, she could see Logan pushing up onto his elbow. He was staring at her. His hand rubbed in slow circles around her belly. How such a simple touch could feel so erotic, she didn’t know. “I didn’t mean to let it go that far, so fast. I…” his voice stopped abruptly and he took a deep breath. “Look, I meant to wear a rubber.”

“Meant to…sure.” She tried to tug away from him but he wouldn’t let go. “Look, I’m protected. I’m clean.”

His eyes had a weird, shuttered look to them. When he nodded, it was stiff and jerky. “Yeah. As a whistle.” Then his gaze lowered to her lips. Bo squirmed again but he rolled on top of her, effectively trapping her in place. “Bo.” He muttered her name against her lips.

Low against her belly, she felt the length of his cock. He was hard and throbbing. She kept waiting for the voice of reason to speak up but when she opened her mouth, it was to kiss him, not tell him to stop. With a groan, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Like he had been waiting for just that, he wedged his hips into
the cradle of hers and pushed inside.

Filling her. Completing her. That simple, that easy, all the confusion and doubts and questions fell away and for that time, nothing mattered but his hands, his mouth and his body, touching her, stroking her, kissing her. Taking her higher than she’d ever been.

By the time they came back down, she was exhausted and it seemed perfectly natural to fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter Four

“Finally.” Bo saw the sparkle of her engagement ring by the wall, mostly hidden by the curtain. She knelt down to pick it up and started to put it on but something stopped her.

She was still wet from Logan. She could feel the remnants of their lovemaking on her thighs. Her body was so hotly satisfied that she wanted to purr like a cat. Putting that ring on, that glaring reminder of her promise to David, just seemed wrong.

Behind her, Logan said, “You put that on in front of me and I just might go ballistic.”

She gave him a cold look. “If you didn’t want to see me wearing David’s ring, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me.” Her lips curved in a mocking smile and she held his gaze as she slid the ring on her finger.

Muscles flexed and rippled as he rolled out of the bed and headed her way. He reached for her hand and Bo closed it into a fist. She angled her chin up and said, “Leave it
alone
.”

“Why?” He cupped her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes with a dark, turbulent gaze. “Give me one good reason, Bo. You don’t love him.”