She nodded, her eyes glazing with desire. “Yes.”
“Finesse will have to come later.”
“God, yes, just touch me,” she demanded, lifting her mouth to cover his in a kiss so laced with sweet passion it brought an unfamiliar ache to his chest; and it forced him to ease back on his relentless urge to lose himself inside her.
Instead, he kissed her again, meeting her sweetness with his own demanding assault on her mouth, her lips, her tongue. Finally, though, that kiss, as deep as it was, wasn’t enough to stay him any longer. He broke free, pulled his head back and stared down at her.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “I want to see you lose control with me.”
She complied and he stared with masculine satisfaction at the fierce glimmer of heat and need in her eyes. Holding her gaze, he plunged into her with one strong thrust.
She gasped and her eyes widened in shock.
“What the hell?” he shouted, then grimaced as he fought to hold himself completely still.
“Don’t stop,” she insisted, wrapping her arms around his waist. She lifted both legs, resting her thighs against his hips, and that movement beneath him was a sensual wave that threatened to consume his last ounce of brain- power.
But Logan forced himself to stop anyway, his eyes locked on hers as he struggled to speak. “You’re a virgin?”
“That’s not really important right now,” she said tightly, and raised her hips to urge him deeper inside her.
“But…the G-spot,” he uttered, resting his forehead on hers as he focused every ounce of his energy on keeping perfectly still. “What about when you-”
“Can we discuss this later?” she said, and wound her legs around his to keep him bound to her.
“You’re killing me,” he said with a groan.
“Don’t make me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“When did you get so pushy?” he said, biting back a grin as he reached out and smoothed a strand of hair away from her cheek.
She sighed. “Nobody warned me that men talked so much during sex.”
He laughed despite the awkwardness of the moment. “Fine, but we’re going to have a long talk afterward.”
“I figured we would.”
He began to move again, slowly at first, then with building speed. He tried to keep his strokes long and smooth in order to ease inside her without causing too much pain. But when she skimmed her hands across his back and locked her legs around his waist, he lost whatever last bit of control he’d managed to maintain thus far.
She matched him move for move and her heart pounded in rhythm with his. He pushed harder, pumped faster as they both climbed higher, his need igniting more and more with every thrust.
She rocked against him and Logan drove into her with savage delight, stroking and gliding as she urged him on. Then, with a sudden sharp intake of breath, she uttered his name and shattered beneath him.
Logan watched her surrender in his arms and an innate need to join her overtook him. Thrusting harder, faster, deeper, his breath grew ragged as he used every muscle in his body to push again, then again, until an explosive wave of pleasure engulfed him and he was hurled over the edge with Grace.
Exactly where he most wanted to be.
Six
Grace wasn’t sure how long she slept. Eventually, she opened her eyes and found Logan leaning on his elbow, watching her. A frown marred his handsome features.
“I hurt you,” he said, as his fingers edged along her hairline. He was still stretched out next to her with his leg thrown over hers. It felt perfect.
“No,” she said, struggling to sit up and regain some dignity. But it was impossible because he wouldn’t budge, so she plopped her head back down on the pillow with a sigh. Dignity was overrated anyway. Besides, she was
And who really cared? She had finally lost the big V she had carried around inside her mind for years. Her virginity was gone and frankly, she had never expected to enjoy losing something so much. Grace looked up into Logan’s eyes and felt her heart give a soft, warm flutter. He had been wonderful, even though, right now, he didn’t exactly look pleased to be her deflowerer.
“You didn’t hurt me at all, Logan. It was…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
It would be silly to pretend not to know what he was referring to, but she considered playing dumb for a half second. Then she gave it up. “You mean why didn’t I tell you I was a virgin? Honestly, I didn’t think it would be an issue. And I confess I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t want to stop. I’m glad we didn’t stop.”
He smiled at that. “Me, too, Grace. But I still wish you’d said something.” His voice was repentant as he stroked her hair. “I would’ve been more gentle, taken my time to make you feel more at ease.”
She was surprised to see regret reflected in his eyes and she reached up and touched his face. “You did everything right, Logan. It was wonderful.”
“No,” he said meaningfully, taking hold of her hand. “But it will be.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with a tenderness she’d never thought to experience. Desire trembled within her all over again, rising inexorably as he tormented her with gentle warmth, lavished her with whispered endearments, tempted her with slow, openmouthed kisses. He touched her with a softness born from regret, she knew, that he’d neglected to use enough care with her before.
The sweetness of his actions touched her heart and she met his passion with a wholehearted joy she’d never known before. Oh, she tried to hold on to a dash of detachment for her own good, but it was useless. Logan effectively destroyed all her defenses until she was left with nothing but shivering need for his hands and mouth on her skin.
Was this what love felt like? Oh, she wasn’t stupid enough to imagine she’d fallen in love with him. But she’d often heard that being in love was the best feeling in the world, and right now, she felt pretty darn fabulous.
“I’m just going to hold you for a while, Grace,” he said softly, tucking her in close to his side.
“We’re not going to-” Even she could hear the disappointment in her voice.
He smiled against her hair. “Not right this minute.”
“Oh,” she said, snuggling her head against his shoulder. “Why?”
Logan chuckled and she smiled even as she closed her eyes.
“Because you wore me out, Grace,” he said, still smiling.
“I did?” She sighed, and stretched out one arm across his broad chest. Even though it had been her first time, she must have done everything right. Good to know. “That’s nice.”
As they dozed off to sleep, she issued her naive self a warning. This wasn’t love. She hoped she was smart enough to know that much. But several times during the night, when she awoke and found herself in his arms, she had to wonder if she hadn’t already slid effortlessly into something very close to love with him.
As daylight began to lighten the room, Grace quietly rose from the bed and got her first real look at Logan’s elegant bedroom. Pale gold walls and terra-cotta floor tiles gave the space a lovely, open feeling, while thick, colorful area rugs provided warmth and a touch of charm. White plantation shutters covered a wall of windows that when opened would no doubt reveal an unsurpassed view of blue water and lush green hillsides. A comfortably overstuffed taupe sofa with striped brown and coral pillows sat against the wall facing the bed. The room was casual, elegant and expensive, and completely suited its owner.
Logan sprawled sound asleep under the covers, all rumpled and warm and sexy. Shards of sunlight streamed in through the windows illuminating the king-size bed and lending a romantic aura to the scene.
“No, no,” Grace whispered, taking quick pains to sweep all thoughts related to romantic auras out of her mind. What she and Logan were having was sex. Wild, exciting and passionate, for sure, but not a romance. Romance was for some other couple, not for them. And that was just fine and dandy with Grace. She could be as
