Whatever else he was going to say got lost in her bark of laughter.
A few ticks of the clock later, when she was finished laughing—when the two of themwere finished laughingtogether—she took a step forward and pressed her fully naked body against his.
Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, Natalie lifted up onto her tiptoes and brought her mouth to his. And with her lips brushing against his as she spoke, she stared deep into his loving gaze and said…
“Take me to bed.”
8
Fucking beautiful.
Logan stood at the foot of his bed, staring down at the single most beautiful creature on God’s green earth.
Laying on her back in the center of his king-sized mattress, Natalie’s long hair was splayed out around her like a crown of chocolate waves. Her arms were above her head, wrists crossed in a casual, comfortable position, and her legs…
I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
With one of her toned, butter-smooth legs stretched straight and the other lifted and bent, he’d been given a view he prayed like hell he never, ever forgot.
I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.
The woman he’d longed for—had spent years fantasizing about—was naked and in his bed. A woman who tasted sweeter than any candy ever made. And the way her body had responded to his every flick and lick and touch…
It was as if she’d been discovering the greatest pleasure known to man for the very first time, and he’d been the one to give it to her.
Logan looked into her eyes. God, he loved those eyes. So sweet. Almost innocent, though he knew she’d live through too much for that to be true.
But here, in this moment, those gorgeous brown beauties were staring up at him with so much heat, so much emotion, it squeezed his heart to the point it almosthurtto look at her.
“You gonna stand there all night, sailor? Or was there something else you wanted to do?”
His shoulders shook with laughter even as his hands went to the buckle on his belt. “God, I love that smart mouth of yours.”
“Yeah?” Her lips curled into an ornery smirk.
“Yes, ma’am.” Logan released the buckle and pulled the leather strap free.
Natalie’s focus dropped to what he was doing, her fiery gaze watching his every move with such intensity, he couldn’t help but have a little fun.
Slowing his motions, he took his sweet, sweet time freeing the metal button. Logan slid his fingers lower, moving at a painstakingly slow pace as he pinched his zipper’s metal lead between his forefinger and thumb.
And he moved even slower when lowering the zipper all…the way….down.
Relief was instant as the constricting pressure of the jeans was released, allowing his hard, angry cock some room to breathe.
But the relief was slight, and not nearly enough to ease the aching filling his entire groin. And the way Natalie was staring at him—or more accurately, at his bulging boxer-briefs—was only making it worse.
“You keep looking at me like that, this is gonna be a very sad, veryquickencore.”
“I’m sorry.” Natalie pushed herself up and onto her knees.
Not looking even the tiniest bit sorry at all, but sexy asfuuuuck,she crawled down to the mattress’s edge, stopping to kneel right the hell in front of him.
“Nat?” Logan stared down at her with a pointed stare.
“I’ll stop looking, I promise. Just as soon as I do this.” She reached up, using both hands to work his jeans and boxers down over his hips…and lower.
His rock-solid dick sprang forward, and Logan hissed in a tight breath from the sudden—and much needed—freedom.