Cassidy did, letting the soft waves fall down around her shoulders, relishing the way he hissed out a low breath before hands forked into the mass as he pulled her lips back to his.
Hot liquid need pooled between Cassidy’s thighs and she shifted restlessly on the counter, needing more.
Reading her perfectly, Logan pulled his mouth from hers and buried it against her neck, licking and sucking at her skin.
Burning up with need, she suddenly felt self-con
scious sitting in the bright sunlight in only her jeans and a black bra. But then he looked at her with such undisguised hunger it made all her inhibitions dissolve to dust. ‘You have too many clothes on,’ she murmured, tugging at his T-shirt.
Obliging her, he reefed it over his head with one hand and she immediately smoothed her hand over the pelt of thick hair on his chest.
He groaned huskily, bending to her once more and trailing hot kisses down between her breasts.
Breathless, she cried out in pleasure as his lips crested one breast and sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth.
‘Logan.’ She gripped his wide shoulders, dazed with rapture as he removed her bra and feasted directly on her naked flesh, his lips pulling first one peak into his mouth with wicked skill before moving to the other and then back again.
Delirious with wanting, all she could do was hold on, barely aware when he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He placed her on it and stood in front of her, unbuckling his belt, his blue eyes so hot they threatened to incinerate her.
Feeling more daring than she ever had before, Cassidy leaned forward and brushed his fingers aside. ‘Let me.’
He went still, every one of his senses homed in on her trembling fingers as she released his zipper and pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs. He was gorgeous. So perfect she felt her heart constrict. Reaching out, she enclosed the long, hard length of him in her hand, her eyes finding his to gauge if he was enjoying her touch.
His chest moved in and out like a set of bellows, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at her.
Turning her attention back to his thick erection, she leaned forward and greedily flicked him with her tongue, fascinated by the low growl that emanated from deep inside his chest.
‘Cassidy...’ His fingers tangled in her hair and she looked up at him. ‘Stop torturing me, mi amor.’
So turned on it was shocking, Cassidy slid his long length between her lips, completely lost to everything but pleasuring him.
What felt like seconds later, Logan released her hair and shuffled her back. About to complain, Cassidy fell silent at the feral glitter she saw in his eyes.
He reached down and nearly tore her jeans in half as he yanked them from her body. Then he was on her, his fingers sliding between their bodies, parting her swollen folds before he drove them deep inside her body.
Cassidy nearly blacked out at the pleasure, only dimly aware that he had sheathed himself before he’d moved between her thighs and opened her to the hot, hard plunge of his body. Each powerful thrust moved her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure until the only thing she could say was his name over and over as her body splintered into a thousand pieces.
Minutes felt like they turned into days as she lay there, gasping for breath. Logan reached around her back and gathered her up against him. Cassidy looped her arms around his neck, her limbs the consistency of overcooked spaghetti.
‘Damn.’ He pressed his forehead to hers. ‘I didn’t mean that to happen.’
Cassidy blinked up at him. ‘You didn’t?’
‘No.’ His brow puckered. ‘I meant to at least make it to the bedroom.’ He feathered light kisses across her eyelids. ‘But you affect me so badly I have no control where you’re concerned. How hungry are you?’
‘You mean for food?’ She was so full after the enormous lunch they had not long eaten that she didn’t care if she didn’t eat for a week.
A slow grin crossed Logan’s face. He stood up and reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet and giving her a quick, blistering kiss. ‘Neither am I.’
‘Tell me about growing up in Ohio.’
Logan pushed the midnight feast of olives and cheese, which they had assembled after raiding his cousin’s larder, onto the floor and stretched out on the bed beside her.
She rolled her eyes at his unabashed nudity and fixed the sheet tighter beneath her arms. He hid a grin, knowing that all he would have to do to make her soft and begging was to drag that sheet down and take one of her lovely breasts into his mouth.
Deciding that he could forgo the pleasure of her body for at least another ten minutes, he played with a strand of her hair instead.
She glanced up at him, her long lashes causing soft shadows to fall over her cheekbones. ‘What do you want to know?’