Holding his gaze, she drew in a deep breath, her breasts swelling above her folded arms. “So
Inwardly railing, he met her irate gaze. He wanted to sweep the past aside, to declare that
She wouldn’t believe him even if he did.
His jaw was locked so tight, he was grinding his teeth. “So… what? We go on as we have been, and wait and see?”
“No. We go on as I stipulated at the outset. In return for my material aid, you teach me what I want to know.” She tipped up her chin, looked him in the eye. “That’s all that exists between us-a barter. That’s all it was supposed to be-all it can be.” Her eyes flashed. “That’s all I’m offering you.”
Violent reaction surged. Fists clenching, he quelled it. Searched her eyes, saw that she meant every word. He forced himself to nod. Once. “Very well. If that’s all you’ll allow… I’ll take it.”
Before she could move, he seized her elbows, pulled her to him. Bent his head and kissed her. Dipped his head, forced her lips wide and tasted her.
Backed her as he did.
When her spine met the bole of a tall tree, she pulled back on a gasp, eyes wide. “What?” She glanced to either side, then met his eyes as he released her arms, grasped her waist, and stepped closer.
“Another lesson. Alfresco.” He wedged one thigh between hers.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, whether to hold him back, or to her, she didn’t seem sure. “Here?”
“Right here.” Locking his eyes on hers, he pushed her cloak wide, reached down, and drew up her skirts. “Right now.”
“But…” She licked her lips, stared into his eyes.
Lifting her skirt and shift out of his way, he reached beneath, slid his hand under the hem of her chemise, and found her curls. Reached past, and found her.
He watched her lips part, heard her breath hitch, felt her tense as he cupped, stroked, and stoked her passion. Watched her gaze grow unfocused as her all but instant response coated his fingers in slick heat.
With his other hand he undid his breeches, then withdrew his fingers from between her thighs, pushed aside her clothes, and reached beneath to close his hands about her bottom and lift her.
To just the right height.
Linnet gasped, braced her hands on his shoulders, eyes wide as she looked down into his eyes, at the hot blue flames flaring in their depths. She struggled to breathe, to assimilate the sensation of the hard head of his erection poised at her entrance.
To assimilate just how ready, how wantonly willing her body was, how eager to receive him. To have him fill her and stretch her, pound into her and pleasure her.
His eyes held hers; she couldn’t look way. His hands kneaded, his grip shifted, tilting her hips. She surrendered to impulse, raised one leg and curled it around his hip.
Brazenly, she licked her lips, looked at his.
Wordlessly dared.
His lips twisted, half grimace, half acknowledging smile. “This won’t be slow, and it won’t be short. You can scream as much as you like-no one’s going to hear.” He shifted his hips, teasing her with the promise of the rigid rod riding at her entrance; anticipation shivered through her, sharp as any knife. He repeated the movement and her eyes closed; her breath caught. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and dug in.
Logan leaned closer, angling his head to whisper as he pressed into her just a little way, “I’m going to take you thoroughly, and I guarantee you’ll scream.”
Opening her eyes, she looked into his. “All right. Show me.” She arched her brows. “It’s the least you can do.”
He shut her up. Filled her mouth with his tongue and silenced her.
Ravished and took, knowing it was precisely what she wanted. That she would revel in the heat, in the passion and the hunger.
He thrust deep and filled her, and simply let go-let all he was free to engage, unfettered, unleashed, with her. It was what she wanted-and after her little lecture on him and commitment, it was what he needed.
He needed to imprint himself on her soul.
Linnet clung and let his passion take her. Felt her own rise to meet it, to taunt and challenge and boldly mate, to give and take in a storm of sensations.
Felt heat and desire surge and merge in a fiery wash of grasping, greedy need.
Hungry need.
Frenzied greed.
Their lips clung, mouths mating as thoroughly and completely as their bodies. She held him to her, moved against him as they raced for the distant peak.
As he’d promised, it wasn’t a short ride.
But it was fast. Hard, powerful, exhilarating.
He took her breath and gave it back. She arched against him, demanding more.
Commanding more. Whipping him on, driving herself as much as he drove her.
Pulling back from the kiss, she tipped her head back, gasping, struggling to find enough air to breathe. Fighting to expand her senses to take it all in.
To fully appreciate the heavy bucking thrust of his hips between her thighs, the forceful repetitive surges that rocked her against the tree. Pinned her there as he filled her, and took his fill of her.
The tempo built, and built. She caught his nape and locked her lips on his-and gave. Gave.
Felt the rush as they reached the last stretch, the surging power as they raced up the rise.
Higher and higher, faster and harder.
She flung back her head and breathlessly screamed.
In the indescribable moment of brain-scrambling glory as together they crested and flung themselves high-over the precipice and into the void.
Linnet knew the engagement had been at least partially fueled by anger-his that she hadn’t believed him, perhaps that she hadn’t begged him to return, hers because he was all she’d ever wanted and yet knew she could never have.
She didn’t care.
Head back against the tree, eyes closed, she wondered when she’d be able to fill her lungs again. He lay against her, slumped, his head on her shoulder, his shoulders pinning her chest, his hands still beneath her bottom, supporting her.
He didn’t seem able to move any more than she could.
So she let her lids rest closed, let her lips ease into the satisfied smile they wanted to form, and savored. Absorbed.
Stored up all the little details of having him out there, in the wild. In her wild, in her wood.
He’d surprised her, yes, but at no point had she been averse to another of his lessons. She needed to-should- take all he would give her while he was still there.
She had a strong premonition his time there, with them, with her, was coming to an end.
The winter’s dark had closed in by the time they made it back to the house; they’d had to wait in the clearing until she’d been able to command her limbs enough to walk.
He’d offered to carry her. She’d declined. Quite aside from seeing no need to feel that helpless again so soon, she worried that his recent exertions might have harmed his stitches.
When she’d said as much, he’d looked at her, then reminded her that
She glanced at him as they stepped free of the trees, pulled a face at him that he didn’t see. Damn man-he annoyed her so much by the way he made her feel.
