But it came up on her in a rush—too quick—a culmination of sheer, total joy. She stiffened, hovering, every muscle seized tight, to the point of pain as she paused at the brink.
He didn’t let her hold it for long. He pumped, pounding into her. Relentlessly pushing her towards that final breaking point.
Until finally she convulsed, her teeth baring down hard as pleasure ricocheted through her. She heard his incoherent shout, felt his hands tighten, as she lost control, tossed into a storm of unbearable pleasure. It was like her skin had burst and sensation streamed out, enveloping them both in ecstasy.
Release. Relief.
Satisfaction.
She breathed jerkily, literally flattened, tasted blood from where she’d bitten on the inside of her cheek. Didn’t care. So worth it.
He braced, lifting the bulk of his weight from her, as if he knew he was too heavy. But she hadn’t minded. She’d liked feeling him so rested against her.
Now, he wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled her to curl in against his chest. “Min, that was amazing.”
She kept her eyes closed, holding back the emotion threatening to sweep over her. She shook her head. “D-d-don’t make it out to be anything more than it is,” she whispered. Telling herself more than she meant to tell him. Reminding herself that this was just for today. Just temporary.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Sex.”
“Min, that really was—”
“It’s only b-b-because you haven’t had any for a little while,” she said softly. She didn’t want him flattering her, making out like this was anything more than just a good time.
“Min, I’ve had a lot of sex.”
“Quit the b-bragging already,” she tried to tease.
“It’s not because I’ve been without,” he said, rolling her to face him. “We have kicking chemistry. You know we do.” He bent over her, sweeping his hand down her stomach. “Doesn’t it feel insanely good to you too? You’ve been without even longer than I have.”
“No I haven’t.” She made herself laugh. “I’ve had countless orgasms in the last w-week.”
“This is different.”
It was. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to admit it.
“Min...”
She swallowed. She totally didn’t get why this mattered so much. Why he wanted her to admit how moved she was. “It was just s-s-sex.”
His mouth curved. “You can’t lie very well.”
“I don’t only s-s-stutter when I lie... when I t-tell the t-t-truth too.” She closed her eyes in silent agony.
“And when you’re scared,” he said softly. “That’s what you told me. Are you scared now?”
“D-don’t want to talk.” She refused to open her eyes.
“Maybe we should talk,” he said quietly.
She shook her head.
“You said yourself full penetration makes things different.” He was like a dog with a damned bone.
“Stalling tactic,” she whispered.
“Why did you need to stall?”
‘To stop you g-getting everything you wanted too soon.”
“You were teaching me a lesson?”
“Patience.”
“Well I’m not patient anymore. This makes things different. You know it does.”
She shook her head, rejecting this. No. This wasn’t what she’d wanted or expected. For Logan to suddenly want to take this seriously? She couldn’t believe in that. It was another of his whims.
“No it d-doesn’t,” she said. “I’m just another woman you’ve had a fling with. Another woman you’ve... j-just another woman.” She tried to laugh it off. This was nothing more than an easy ride.
Except he wasn’t laughing with her. When she opened her eyes because he’d been silent too long, he looked pissed.
“You’re my only fiancée,” he said.
“That’s n-not real.” She sobered quickly.
“It’s real for now.” He threw back the sheet, his body hard again. His muscles twitching. “And I’m having you again. Now.”
He straddled her, his movements were fast, angry. Tormenting.
Until they gentled. As if he couldn’t stop himself from savoring her. Like he was still suffering from waiting so long, he refused to snatch and finish too soon.
He made her come without him. Made her writhe and sigh and reach for him. Until she could no longer reach, until she could only twist her fingers in the sheets and spread her legs as wide as she could as he touched her... as he made her beg every way she could make her body beg. Her nipples screaming tight, her sex slippery wet.
And he kissed her. Kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. Even when he was finally locked tight inside her and pumping fast, he kissed her. So very close, so very deep.
Devastating.
Chapter Twenty-Four
#MoreMoreMore
“So silent. Too silent.” Logan looked down at her. He couldn’t get over it.
Even in the height of orgasm, Min remained silent. Even when he was out of his mind with pleasure, she somehow kept her head enough to hold back...
But when he’d kissed her, he’d tasted blood in her mouth. He’d seen the way she bit on her lip, or the inside of her cheek. As for her saying this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary?
It wasn’t right.
Bracing over her again, he looked down at her face as she caught her breath, her face flushed. Her body lax. But her mind?
She met his gaze, her eyes filled with challenge.
“You want me to act like a p-pornstar?” she asked. “You need screams and sighs to know you’re d-d-doing it okay?” She glared up at him.
“No.” He laughed, loving her show of spirit. “But you’re especially silent. I’m worried you’re holding back.”
Just as her denial that this wasn’t freaking amazing, worried him. They were outstanding together. The most combustible sex he’d had.
Yet, in his bones, he knew she had more to give.
“Maybe I p-prefer not to communicate vocally,” she said softly.
“I can understand that—but I’m not talking words here. I don’t expect you to talk dirty to me.” He smoothed the hair from her hot forehead, then slid his hand down the side of her body, following her curves, gently teasing. “But you’re silent.”
He kissed her again, stroked her with his tongue—felt the raw patch on the inside of her cheek. He tensed and drew back. Hating that she’d done that to herself.
“Are you worried I’m faking it?”
“I know you’re not faking it. I’ve licked you ‘til you come, there’s no faking the way you cream and clench on me like that.” He ran his fingers between her legs as he spoke, feeling as heat scoured through her. Excited again.
Pleasure coursed through him, her quick response stoking his own flames. He wanted this to be even better for her. “You like me talking about turning you on. About what I like to do to you. What I’ll do to you again. Again and again.”
But she barely even moaned when he did.
“Logan,” she whispered. “I’ve had multiple orgasms. You’ve screwed me so hard I’m going to struggle to sit comfortably at breakfast tomorrow. What more do you want from me?”
More.
More of that honesty, more of that challenge. More of that heated welcome and that wet vice on his cock. More of her rubbing against him, like she couldn’t get close enough.
He wanted more of all of that. And yet more.
He lifted her so she sprawled over him, kissed her. Taking what he needed—her heat, her taste. While at the same time—recklessly—pouring out his need, his longing. He was giving it away, she’d know exactly how much he wanted her.
She couldn’t fail to feel it—not just the way his erection was jutting into her belly, but in the desperation of that kiss. He wanted so much from her. He wanted her with him now. Next time she came, he wanted to come hard right with her. And he did.
But she was sti
ll silent.
When he woke early the next morning, she was already awake and looking at him with such appreciation, vitality hummed through him.
“You feel better,” she whispered, smiling as she rolled onto her side to study him more closely, more physically.
“I feel better than I have in months,” he said simply.
“Aren’t the rejuvenating p-powers of sex amazing,” she teased, running her hand over his abs.