If he said they had a chance, she could believbe him. After all, how could she get hurt by class differences when he didn’t live them or believe in them?
She wasn’t one to give her faith or her heart easily, but Logan made it seem so simple. She reached for him then, gripping his waist in her hands. Trouble didn’t begin to describe what she’d gotten herself into.
She glanced into Logan’s warm eyes and couldn’t give him anything less than the truth. “I call this making my dreams come true.”
With a harsh groan, he swept her off her feet again, only this time she didn’t argue and she found herself lying on the rug in front of the fireplace. He removed his jeans, revealing box briefs with his thick erection prominent. Broad shoulders, flat stomach, and bronzed skin, he was a perfect male specimen down to the bulge she couldn’t possibly ignore even if she wanted to.
He placed his fingers into the waistband and never taking his gaze from hers, he drew them down until he was naked, then kicked them off. Soon he stretched out beside her.
His hard cock pressed against her thigh and the warmth of shared body heat was sweeter and hotter than the blazing fire he’d created. If this was what it felt like to believe there existed a chance for them, and she was suddenly glad she’d opened her mind to the possibility.
* * *
“I’ve only just begun,” Logan lay beside Catherine, his hand on her breast as he discovered her skin was softer, her body warmer than he’d imagined.
“To what?” she asked.
“To make those dreams of yours come true.”
“You make me think anything’s possible,” she murmured.
“That’s because it is,” he told her.
He switched positions, easing himself over her until he lay on top. His arms prevented his weight from crushing her, but their lower bodies fit perfectly. His erection, hot and heavy, settled between the V of her legs.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped her lips. Logan nearly came right then, but somehow, he didn’t think that’s what she had in mind. Besides, he’d promised to make her dreams come true. His be damned.
With one hand, he cupped her breast. She fit perfectly in his hand. Her skin was supple, in direct contrast to the rigid nipple pressing into his palm. Logan kneaded her waiting flesh, savoring the fullness nestled in his hand. With his thumb and forefinger, he teased her taut nipple, plucking, rolling, and flicking the erect nub until she writhed beneath him.
He glanced at her face. Green eyes stared back at him. He placed a kiss on her upturned nose and then did the same to the tip of her breast.
“Who’s the tease now?” she asked in a husky voice.
He answered by running his tongue in a circle around the white skin on her breast, coming to a halt only after flicking the tight nipple with his tongue. He raised his head and grinned. “Complaining?” he asked.
“Only that you’re not inside me already.”
“That’s not a complaint, it’s a request.”
A soft smile played on her lips. “Take it any way you want,” she said on a soft sigh. Her hips jerked upward, whether on purpose or an involuntary response to pure desire, Logan didn’t know. Nor did he care.
He just knew the time was right. He transferred his attention from her breasts to the warm, place between her legs. He wasn’t surprised to find her wet with desire, hot with the same aching need that burned inside of him. It was the same need that had flared into an inferno within him the second he’d laid eyes on the beautiful bartender. Logan’s gut told him he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one night. Even if his body were to be sated for the moment, he knew he would crave more of her.
He separated them long enough to reach for his jeans and the condom he’d shoved into the pocket earlier, just in case. In case he was lucky enough to have one time with this one woman.
Unable to wait another second, he thrust into her slick heat, hard and demanding, letting her know exactly what she did to him.
* * *
Filled and fulfilled. Catherine wondered if she’d ever understood the distinction before. Logan grasped her hands and intertwined their fingers together above her head. The uniting motion ground their bodies together until they weren’t just joined, they were one. Thoughts like that could only lead to pain and disaster, yet with Logan staring into her eyes, she couldn’t think negative thoughts.
She couldn’t think at all. His lips covered hers in a kiss as hot and promising as the heat englufing their bodies. Between them, they began a grinding, rocking motion that was sweeter than it was fast, more reverent than it was frenzied. If Catherine had made love before, she couldn’t recall. Because anything less than this was sex, and this was so much more.
He released her hands and braced his on either side of her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She did and saw a raw need so deep, so exposed, she was swept away by it. Words failed her but emotion didn’t. He’d drawn her in, deep and fast.
With every gliding motion, he came fuller and deeper inside her. The tip of him was smooth, but with every thrust, she felt the rougher ridges and the friction was almost unbearable.
Her eyelids fluttered shut. He kissed each until they opened again and then he began a rhythm unlike anything she’d experienced before. Sleek and measured one minute, he created an agony so prolonged and exquisite she wanted to cry out for harder, faster, pounding thrusts. But when he answered her silent plea, her body built toward completion too fast and she missed the drawn-out intimacy they’d just shared.
Just when she was about to topple over the precipice, he slowed the pace once more until her body begged for completion. But Logan was in control and he wasn’t giving in. Wasn’t
