Every. Fucking. Thing. About. Her.
His gaze landed back on hers, praying she hadn’t noticed the almost-slip. But when she continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, Logan felt fairly confident she hadn’t.
Thank God.
“My point in this little version of the Spanish Inquisition was that I know you’re clean, you hopefully trust that I am.” Those round eyes stared up at him. “Oh, and I’m on birth control, but for no other reason than I’ve been on it forever, so I just felt like it was easier to stay on it than stop and have to restart it later.”
Was she saying what he thought she was?
“You don’t…want to use a condom?”
He’d never gone bareback. Not ever. Not even once. Too much risk for all parties involved.
“We can if you want. I’m just saying we don’t have to on my account.”
Logan swallowed, but no way in hell was he about to argue. And since there was no need for him to leave his bed for a condom or anything else…
He repositioned himself and waited. Without a word, he leaned down and took her mouth in his.
Unlike their first real kiss, this one was slow. Gentle. And he took his time showing her with his lips and tongue what he thought of the precious gift she’d just blessed him with.
When the kiss was over—and Logan had pulled back so he could look into her eyes—he slowly eased his hips forward, breaching her entrance with as much care and grace as was humanly possible.
While also working with all he had not to blow his wad before he was even fully seated. Easier said than done given the position he was in.Literally.Especially when the woman beneath him was doing everything in her power to get him there.
Control, Hayes. Must. Stay. In. Control.
Logan maintained the status quo as he made it those final few inches. He stopped, suddenly very aware that his dick was inside Natalie Garrison’s body. Without a condom.
Holy Fuuuuck!
She felt like every birthday, Christmas, and Easter present he could ever wish for…only better.
Better because Natalie wasn’t just a warm body to feed his greedy libido. She wasn’t some random woman he’d picked up in a bar in hopes of escaping his reality for a few meaningless hours.
She was Natalie. His Natalie. And being with her, like this, made Logan feel like he was finally…
Home.
Her hips arched against his, and he knew that was his cue to start moving. He eased back, careful to give her body time to finish adjusting to the foreign intrusion.
She was tight. So tight, he feared his size would cause her pain. But as he continued slowly working himself in and out in gentle, easy thrusts, that breathtaking gaze of hers let him know she was doing just fine.
“I feel so…full.” Her lids fell closed, a satisfied smile spread across her lips as she held onto his shoulders blindly and let herself go for the ride.
That’s my girl.
Time vanished as Logan savored the moment, making sure she felt every ounce of pleasure he knew how to give. He moved; she responded. He kissed; she nibbled. He thrust; she writhed.
And Natalie gave as good as she got.
Just like out of the bedroom, the woman didn’t hold back. She told him—or in some cases, showed him—what she liked. What she wanted. And she followed his body’s natural hints and cues to quickly master in the art of bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
She’s perfect. Fucking…perfect.
After several minutes had passed, and Logan sensed his woman needed more, he pushed himself a bit harder. Worked his hips at a faster pace.
Beneath him, Natalie met every move with vigor, their bodies dancing together in the most sensual of ways, until he could feel her quivering with another impending climax.