“I know my timing’s shit,” he continued. “And I know our focus needs to be on Frost and that whole clusterfuck, and it is, but—”
“Logan—”
“Iloveyou!” he shouted over her. A hard, desperate shake of his head sent a single tear falling from the corner of one eye and his chin trembled, but he ignored them both and finished giving her what was left of his heart. “God, Nat. I am so fucking in love with you. I look into those gorgeous eyes of yours and forget my own name.”
His vision blurred, a series of blinks sending two more tears crashing down. But before they could crash to the floor below, Natalie’s hand was there. Her gentle caress brushing them away with an angel’s touch.
“Are you finished?” She cupped his tense jaw.
Logan dipped his chin once, afraid if he opened his mouth to say anything more, he’d start bawling like a fucking baby.
“Good. Because I have something to say, and I really need you to hear me.”
His heart kicked the inside of his ribs so hard it was physically painful, but he blocked it and everything else around him out, focusing solely on her.
Only her.
“I’m in love you, too, Logan,” Natalie uttered the most precious words ever spoken. “I probably have been for a while now. I just didn’t see it. And then, when I did, I didn’t want to see it. But now…”
Hope bloomed, easing the painful aching in his thumping heart.
“Now?” Logan’s gaze never left hers as he held his breath and waited.
She closed the final inches separating them, pressing her delectable body up against his in a way that would make any man think of sin. With one of her tiny hands still covering his frantic heart and the other in a gentle hold of his scruff-covered jaw, Natalie stared up at him and made his dreams come true.
“Now you’re all I see, Logan.” She rose up onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “I see you; I want you.” A light flick of her tongue. “I close my eyes, and imagine it’s your fingers between my thighs instead of my own…”
“Natalie.” A hungry growl as he lowered his hands to her hips, those fingers of his digging deep as they resisted the urge to do exactly as she was describing.
Fire flared behind her heated gaze. “I love you, Logan,” she repeated the declaration. And with her next breath, she unabashedly ordered, “Now fuck me.”
Logan’s control snapped. Using the grip on her hips, he hoisted her up much like he had their first night together. And just as she had then, Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist and used her linked arms behind his neck to keep from falling backward.
One of these days, she was going realize…
I’d never let her fall.
Careful not to trip over the various items still strewn about, he got them to the nearest clean surface that wasn’t the floor. And for the next several minutes, Logan did exactly as the woman had asked…
He fucked her.
12
Natalie was pulledfrom a deep sleep, though she had no idea what had woken her. Listening closely, only heard Logans soft, even breaths as he slept beside her.
She smiled, loving how relaxed he looked.
Unlike that first night at Logan’s, there were no lines forming on his forehead or between his brows. No intent expression as if he were in deep thought, even in his sleep. Instead the man looked…
At peace.
She shifted beneath the covers and winced. The soreness in her muscles—both inside and out—was a delicious reminder of their impromptu makeup sex marathon.
The dining room table. The shower. Her bed.
Part of her felt bad for the guys still back at Logan’s house. Here she’d been given multiple orgasms, which had made her scream, and that entire time, Archer and the others were working to help solve the whole Frost Avionics mystery.
They deserve every long, drawn-out hour they spend looking over all those mind-numbing documents.