Tonight.
That was it. She didn’t want to waste time focusing on the past. Didn’t want to ruin the moment worrying about the future. She just wanted this.
Tonight.
Him.
Especially when he was staring back at her as if he were a drowning man and she was his lifeline.
Keeping his eyes laser-focused on hers, that hand of his returned. This time when his electric touch fell over her flushed cheek, she didn’t even try to pull it away.
Rather than remove it, Natalie reached out a hand of her own, the skin of her palm becoming searing from the heat of his chest. His heart beat frantically beneath her touch, letting her know he was just as nervous as she was.
That can’t be right. Logan Hayes, nervous?
The man had been a door kicker for the Navy for years, taking the worst of the worst head-on. Yet this…them…made him nervous?
The revelation was unexpectedly empowering. Knowing she had the same sort of primal effect on him as she felt every time he was around only solidified how right this inexplicable bond they’d formed truly was.
His gaze fell to her lips. They parted; her tiny hitch of a breath audible as he started to lean in. She brought her chin up, her lids closing as his hot breath blanketed her eager mouth.
Logan’s hand slid from her cheek to the base of her neck, the tip of his thumb brushing lightly against the lobe of her ear.
“Logan.” It was a soft, breathy plea she wasn’t even sure he heard.
The man’s low, almost animalistic growl was the only sign that he had. It was also her only warning before he slammed his lips to hers in a kiss that stole her breath and captured her heart.
It wasn’t a slow or gentle kiss. It dominated, just like the man himself.
A man who’d somehow managed to stand up, hoist her into his arms, and start carrying her across the room without breaking the passionate connection even once.
On reflex, Natalie wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, her arms secured around his neck. Her fists filled with the longer strands toward the top of his head.
Hot. Wet. Devouring.
The kiss was far better than she’d imagined. And Logan…
Logan had just pushed her back up against the living room wall.
Yes!
She’d denied herself this type of intimacy for so long. But now that she was here, now that she’d chosen to give herself over tothisman, it was as if the floodgates had opened.
And as Logan began pulling at the hem of her tank top, Natalie knew there was no going back.
“Wanted to go…slow.” His words came out all panted and strained as his lips—God, thoselips!—made their way across her chin and down along her neck. “You…deserve…slow…”
“Don’t want slow.” She tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
Knowing he’d never let her fall—physically or otherwise—Natalie released the hold she had on his hair and helped with the removal of her top. As he pushed it up over her breasts from below, she reached behind her and began yanking at the back collar.
Between the two of them, the thin cotton garment was off her body and falling to the floor within seconds.
“Jesus.” Logan leaned back just enough to get his fill.
Breaths heaving, Natalie knew her breasts were pushing up and down with the movements, but she didn’t care. As with everything else in her life, when she was in, she wasallin.
And this was a moment she intended to see all the way through to the end.