He gave it to her, deepening the kiss. He put one hand on her pillow so he could tangle his fingers in her hair. She loved the way he pulled at it, loved the little sparks of desire the sensation sent through her.
They were hungry for each other in a way she’d never felt before. There was a wildness to it, like there was no time to think about this or even savor it—they just had to get as much of each other as possible as quickly as possible.
Iz squirmed against him, trying to press every inch of her body against his. A dizzying awareness seeped in past the red-hot fog in her brain: Logan was already shirtless. He’d been sleeping in just his boxers, and he’d come in like that to wake her up from her nightmare.
That gave her a delicious head start.
She scattered kisses against his bare collarbone and bit at his throat, skimming her hands up his chest and feeling him shiver underneath her touch.
Of course, Iz realized, with a sudden sharp pang.It’s been so long since anyone touched him. It’s been so long since he even had a human body for anyone to touch.
She didn’t know how it was possible to suddenly feel evenmoretenderness for him, but she did. She trailed her fingers down his spine and traced her thumbs over the sharp angles of his hips, and Logan shook at every touch, falling apart under her hands.
But the desperation and urgency they were both feeling didn’t go away. Logan caressed her up and down, his large, roughened hands snagging against the silk of her pajamas.
It was maddening that there was something between his body and hers.
Rip it, she almost said, but she thankfully remembered at the last minute that these wereEvie’spajamas, not hers. She worked at the buttons with a kind of maddened intensity, desperate to have more of her skin against his, and finally she was able to fling the shirt over onto the dresser.
Logan’s lips parted at the sight of the swirling dragonmarks on her skin. Every dragon had them somewhere, and Iz forgot how strange they must seem to someone who wasn’t used to them.
“They’re a dragon thing,” she said breathlessly.
“They suit you.” His voice was gravelly with desire.
He traced one of the silvery marks that branched over her breasts and belly, and it lit up beneath its touch, the luminous glow brighter than Iz had ever seen it before. The sensation was incredibly intense, like Logan was inventing new erogenous zones wherever he touched her.
“Yes, please, please,” she said, and he lowered his head and closed his lips around one already sensitive, stiffened nipple, flicking his tongue against her and biting lightly.
Heat went through Iz in shock waves. She felt like she could climax just from that, but it didn’t stop her from wanting more.
It wasn’t even pleasure she wanted, not exactly. She just wanted Logan.
Right now, he seemed willing to give himself to her completely.
At her breathless noises, he kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts and belly. He rolled her pajama bottoms down, leaving her dressed in nothing but her panties. They were damp with arousal, and she could feel his breath on her through them. The tease of it made her wriggle.
Before Logan took off Iz’s underwear, he pressed his nose against her, like he was breathing in the scent of her body. He licked her through the cloth, the wet fabric moving over her sensitized folds.
She was making sounds she’d never heard before. She wanted to beg him—Please, please, please, just have me—but she couldn’t make herself form real words.
Either he understood her anyway, or he was having just as much trouble waiting as she was. He dragged her underwear down and licked into her, and she came at the first brush of his tongue against her clit.
Logan held her hips, coaxing her through a long, shaky orgasm without ever taking his mouth away from her.
It was a glorious crescendo that reverberated through her whole body, but it still wasn’t enough. It barely even took the edge off herrealneed.
It did, however, give her back just enough coherence that she could tug at Logan’s shoulders.
“Inside me,” she said. Her voice sounded raw. “I need you.”
She’d never said anything like that before in her life, no matter how turned on she’d been. She’d had her share of fun sex over the years, but it had never come with this kind of urgent craving.
Logan moved with the same kind of need. He stroked the insides of her thighs as she parted them, but when he moved to slide his fingers into her, Iz shook her head. She couldn’t wait anymore. She didn’t care if it left her sore—in fact, she hoped it did. She wanted to ache from him.
She felt a hot rush of relief that he took her word for it, not treating her like a delicate little doll. He moved up and sank into her, and—yes, this was it, this was what she’d wanted. Her body tightened around him, drawing him even more deeply into her.
Logan sighed into Iz’s hair, an exhalation of pure relief, and then he gently kissed her temple.