“Tease.”
She clucked her tongue. “That’s not a nice thing to say. I thought you were raised better than that,” she said with a grin. “Besides, it’s only true if I don’t plan to follow through.” She ran her hands up his side, letting her thumbs graze his nipples. “And you know I do.”
He let out a rush of air. The way she could make his body react with a simple touch defied logic. His erection strained against the rough denim, harder and more insistent with each passing second. He had to regain a semblance of control, and to do that, he needed to be in control.
“I’m not sure I like that grin on your face,” Catherine said warily.
“And I’m just as sure you’re going to love it.” With steady fingers considering the circumstances, Logan yanked on the drawstring of her sweats and watched with pleasure as he discarded the loose cotton material. The lacy briefs matched the bra. The tiny scrap of peach material and the hint of what lay beneath made his mouth run dry.
So much for being in control, he thought wryly. But she trusted him, something he didn’t take lightly. Logan rose to his feet, and before she could question him, he helped Catherine up and swept her into his arms again.
“You really shouldn’t make a habit of this. You’ll spoil me.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” he asked.
She laughed. “So, what are you doing this time?” she asked, then bit down lightly on his earlobe.
The pull went straight to his already hard cock and he groaned. “I’m sweeping you off your feet.” He tried to ignore the feel of her luscious body molded to his or else he might have come right then, something neither one of them would appreciate. But her soft skin, rounded curves, and body heat tested his strength.
She rolled her eyes. “I guess I should have told you the first time I don’t believe in Prince Charming.”
Although her eyes danced with delight, he recognized the sad truth behind her words.
“Then I guess it’s up to me to prove you wrong.” Before she could respond, he set her down on the couch and knelt down between her legs.
* * *
Catherine knew his intent. And suddenly she wasn’t so brave anymore. “You know, Logan…”
His hands reached for and cupped her thighs. The heated warmth shot straight upward. “Somehow I don’t think Prince Charming… had this in mind.”
“You know, Cat…” He paused and treated her to a sexy grin. “I’m not sure you’ll want to be arguing with me right now.” As he spoke, his palms moved forward and his fingers inched higher until they’d reached the edge of her panties.
She let out a whoosh of air. All rational thought and the desire to speak fled at his touch. All she could do was feel. The glide of her nearly bare flesh against the leather couch as he pulled her downward. The heated, wet sensation of his tongue on her skin. And the white-hot darts of fire and need pricking at her with growing intensity. Everything he did felt right and good.
And when he licked her through the flimsy triangle of fabric, she welcomed the madness that engulfed her. Her remaining inhibitions fled as if they’d never been. She gave herself up to the long, slow strokes of his tongue that alternated with short, teasing flickers and left her wanting and begging for more.
Without her consent, her hips bucked upward from the cushioned couch. He slipped her panties down and she raised her hips to help him, anything to satisfy the aching need. He seemed to understand. After tossing her undergarments onto the floor, he returned to her and eased his finger inside. She could feel herself clenching around him. One finger slipped in and out while his thumb worked her clit. The tremors began in small waves and continued until they engulfed her in heated convulsions.
And still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted him with her, inside her, and along for the glorious ride. She needed to see him lose control just as she had. She had to know she affected him on a level beyond the physical.
With difficulty, Catherine lifted her head off the couch and gazed into his eyes. Desire flared in the brown depths, deeper and darker than anything she’d seen there before.
He rose to his feet. Placing his hands beneath her arms, he helped her rise.
He rubbed his thumb over her still damp lower lip. “I want more, Cat.”
“Me, too.”
“Still don’t believe in Prince Charming?” he asked, turning his attention to the swell of her breast, outlining the scalloped edging of her bra.
“I don’t think… what you did qualifies as something Prince Charming would do.” Not that she believed in fairytales.
“And why’s that?”
“Because as incredible as it was, it’s something that’s happened during one night of hot sex. Prince Charming, by definition, is a long-term kinda guy.” Now, where had that come from? The last thing Catherine wanted was for him to run far and fast. Or send her packing. She glanced out the window into the stormy night. Especially when hse had nowhere to go.
He cupped her cheek in his hand. “We could have more than one night,” he said in a gruff voice.
She couldn’t believe him any more than she believed in the tooth fairy. Her baby teeth hadn’t even gotten her a penny growing up. Neither would useless wishes now. “We’re worlds apart,” she reminded him.
His arm gestured around the cottage she’d grown to love in such a short time. “You call this worlds apart?”
Catherine opened her mouth to argue and couldn’t. Though the judge’s disapproval lingered in the back of her mind, she pushed it aside. Logan was his own man. He couldn’t live in this house, work for the public defender, live off his own
