His voice and expression were authoritative. “I heard you.”
I fought against his hold. He needed to slow his roll or I’d come, which usually made him come. “Fuck. I’m gonna . . . oh, red. Red!”
“No, Evie. You’re not allowed.” And then his mouth was on mine, sealing me off from asking permission to come. It wasn’t a game we played while I’d imposed the rule, and with what he was doing to me, I’d forgotten all about it.
I turned my head away from him and my voice shook as I demanded it. “I need permission.”
“For what?” He whispered it in my ear, his tone coy.
“Permission to come.”
He sucked on the tender spot of my neck, just below my ear. He drove into me. This wasn’t lovemaking. He was owning my body now, and I lifted my hips up off the mattress, eager to meet him.
“Okay, Mrs. Stone. You have my permission to come.”
I let out a cry, or maybe a scream as it began. Sparks of pleasure burst, lifting me higher and higher, until I fell over the crest of bliss. My muscles tightened and strained against the sensations rolling through me. As the intensity of the orgasm began to fade, warmth washed from the tips of my toes upward.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Logan’s curse words signaled the trigger had been pulled on his release. His right hand abandoned mine, and scooped beneath my neck, cradling my head. “Open your eyes.”
His damp forehead rested against mine and I followed his command. Oh my God. His fascinating eyes stared down into my soul as he shuddered. He came hard, and loudly. Every desperate gasp for breath was for me. The throbbing of his body inside mine . . . I’d never get enough of this. My connection to him was so strong, nothing could break it.
His skin, still damp from the bath, or perhaps slick with sweat, stuck to mine, but I didn’t care. For a long while we lay on the bed kissing and touching, enjoying each other.
“Want to make a deal?” I whispered.
“I’m listening.”
?
??You blow out all these candles and let me lie here, and I’ll blow you when you’re done.”
He twisted his mouth into a knowing smile. “Right. I’m sure you won’t be fast asleep when I get back here.”
I put my hand on his jaw, brushing my thumb over his lips. “I didn’t say when specifically I’d blow you.”
“New rule, then. Promised oral sex must be delivered in a timely fashion.”
I giggled. “No more rules, Logan.”
He rose up on an elbow and brushed a lock of my hair out of my eyes, his face going serious. “One more rule. We say ‘I love you’ every night before we fall asleep.”
It was something we already did, so I had no problem defining it this way. “Absolutely.”
“Don’t go breaking it, rule breaker.” He faked a strict, harsh look.
“Never, boss. I love you.”
“I love you too, Eve.” He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss full of passion. “More than you can even imagine.”
And since I knew how much I loved him, I could imagine a lot.