His lower back tingled, and shards of electricity filled his aching balls. He was close. Really fucking close. But come hell or high water, he was going to get her there first.
Logan reached between their bodies, the pads of his fingers finding her clit begging for the release he knew how to give. He pressed a little harder. Moved his fingertips back and forth in a motion that sent a rush of hot liquid over his already slick cock.
“Oh, god, Logan,” Natalie breathed. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” A low, telling moan. “Oh, god, Logan. Please…don’t…”
She came hard and fast, her body arching high as her second orgasm of the night struck. And it couldn’t have happened a moment sooner, either. Because as she was still coming apart in his arms, Logan felt his own climax bubble up and over.
“Ah, fuck,” he panted, his thrusts coming in uneven, jerky moves. “Christ, Nat. I’m gonna…” Logan’s spine stiffened with a primal grunt, and as he began spilling himself into her velvety core, he called out her name.
“Natalie!” Logan came harder and longer than ever before.
So many things were like that with her. So many firsts. Mosts. Bests. It shouldn’t surprise him, though. Not really.
Because this was Natalie—hisNatalie—and with her, everything was better.
9
Two days later…
“Coffee?”
Natalie looked up from Logan’s living room floor and smiled. “God, yes.” She eagerly took the steaming mug from his hands. “Thanks.”
Their fingers touched, and her lower belly instantly tingled.
That seemed to happen a lot. Every time they touched, actually. It was something Natalie had observed over the course of the past forty-eight hours.
Even now, after two days of little else but sweet, amazing, wildly passionate sex, she found herself counting the hours until bedtime. Not that they couldn’t stop what they were doing any time they wanted. It’s how they’d spent, well, the last two days.
Two. Whole. Days.
Muscles she didn’t even know she had hurt, but the soreness was worth it. Every muscle.Everywhere.
Legs crisscrossed, she took a careful sip of the freshly brewed Heaven in a cup and moaned. “You are officially my favorite person in the entire world.”
The comment was meant to be a joke, but there was a truth behind it that had become cemented in place.
His deep chuckle did all kinds of things to her insides, and it was all she could do not to say to hell with work and jump his bones.
You did that yesterday, remember?
Oh, yeah. She remembered. Every impulsive, unabashed, erotic moment of it. And damn if she couldn’t wait to do it all again.
And again.
And again.
“Hellooo….”A soft but high-pitched whistle. “Earth to Nat.”
Heat filled Natalie’s cheeks as she brought Logan’s handsome, perfect face back into focus. “Sorry, what?”
Wearing that panty-dropping crooked grin of his, Logan set his own mug onto the nearby coffee table before coming back to where she sat. Careful not to step on the organize chaos strategically spread out the floor in front of her, he planted his feet inches from her hip.
Her mouth went dry as she watched him do that sexy move men did…the one where they pinch their jeans mid-thigh, hiking the material up a smidge, just before they lower their powerful bodies into a deep squat.
Or maybe it was justthisman who made the seamless move so damn sexy.
A man that tall and fit shouldn’t be able to move so gracefully. Yet Logan crossed a room, and it was as if he were gliding.