My chest warmed at her words. I drew her into my arms and hugged her against me. “That makes me feel so much better. Ryan’s dreg talent is a sexual pheromone that makes women crazy with lust and they can’t keep their hands off him. While they are lost in a sexual haze, he extracts information from them.”
Nishi snorted out a laugh and leaned away from me, her gaze seeking mine. “The only man I want to be in a sexual haze with is you, Logan.”
My heart raced as I looked into her eyes. She had no idea how good that made me feel.
She slipped her hands in mine. “These past few days have been a non-stop whirlwind. One thing after another. But you and Luke just helped me on to the path of healing. I appreciate that. I lost my mother…” Her breath hitched and she breathed in deeply, then out. “And I will always have an empty place in my heart now. But right at this moment, I don’t want to think about Mama. Right now, I want to forget the past few days.” She looked deeply into my eyes. “Will you help me to forget? Will you take me to that special place where lovers go and show me what it feels like to be loved by Logan?”
Protectiveness washed over me. Then desire raged through me, hot, intense, and persistent. The fantasy of taking her into my arms and loving her was about to become a reality. I believed this was what she truly wanted. That she was ready. And I could help her to forget, at least for a while.
How could I say no to something like that? She humbled me. Of course, I would love her. Forever.
I lowered my head and gently brushed my lips over hers. Then I leaned back, looking into her eyes.
“Yes, Nishi. It would be my pleasure.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Nishi
During the time that Logan had been recovering from his injuries, my mother and I had spent several hours getting caught up on our lives. I’d asked her personal questions about men and what to expect when Logan and I made love. I explained my nervousness about being so small and Logan being so big. My mother had been very forthcoming, and had explained that our love would make everything work out, that size didn’t matter, and we would fit together perfectly. She had told me I might feel a slight discomfort at first, but that it would go away quickly, and that if Logan was half the lover she expected him to be, then I probably wouldn’t experience any discomfort at all.
“That man is crazy about you,” she murmured, gently running her hand through my short hair. “He will take good care of you, I have no doubt. Do not be afraid of his love, Nishi.”
Though I wasn’t afraid of Logan, I was slightly fearful that I might experience pain when we made love the first time.
That man is crazy about you. He will take good care of you, I have no doubt. Do not be afraid of his love, Nishi.
Mama’s words came back to me now, soothing me.
Sure, I was still a little nervous about my first time being with a large man like Logan. I mean, he was a big guy, and I was, by all accounts, tiny in comparison. But Mama’s words helped me to relax. Mama had said that love would make everything all right, that love would make us fit together perfectly, and I believed her. I knew Logan would make it a truly amazing experience. I was not afraid. Instead, I was suddenly eager for his touch. More than ready to feel what it would be like to be loved by Logan.
Anticipation swept through me as he led me to his apartment. My heart thundered, my skin heated, my breath caught. I was about to make love with Logan. I couldn’t wait to have his hands on me again. His mouth on mine. I couldn’t wait to find out what it would mean, what it would feel like, to have Logan make love to me.
Every kiss, every touch from Logan was special. Amazing. The only thing that worried me was that I might do something wrong and disappoint him somehow. I wanted him to enjoy it was much as I knew I was going to. I had already experienced the heaven that Logan could deliver with his mouth. With his slow, gentle touch. And I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted Logan to love me thoroughly. I wanted him to make me his.
A lot of people didn’t believe in love at first sight. But I did. The moment I’d seen Logan, I’d fallen in love. And the more I knew about him, the more I loved him. I wanted him to know that before he took me into his bed. I wanted him to know that I loved him and that I was doing this because I loved him and wanted to be with him.
Logan shoved open the door to his apartment and motioned me in. I entered and turned to face him as he came in and closed the door behind him.
“I want you to know something,” I blurted before I lost my nerve.
His eyes filled with question as he waited patiently for me to continue.
“I’m in love with you,” I admitted, my heart racing. “I have been since the moment I met you. You took my breath away and I just knew you were the only one for me. I know it sounds crazy, but I just…thought you should know that before–”
He stepped forward, lowering his head, and slid his mouth over mine, cutting off my words.
I melted into him, my hands threading through his sexy hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back.
“Nishi,” he breathed against my lips. “I love you, too. And I’m going to show you how much.”
He bent and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom, his mouth devouring mine the entire way. My body tingled everywhere, coming alive at his touch. He made me crave him like I’d never craved anything before. A desperate ache built inside me, hot, intense, all-consuming. The man kissed in a way that it was all I could think about. I became lost in him, my breaths joining with his as our tongues met again and again, our mouths melded together passionately, our lips brushed, over and over, sucking, tasting, needing.
Logan set me gently on my feet and pulled his mouth from mine.
Disappointment swept through me. Then it occurred to me that I probably stank. I was all sweaty from sparring with Luke in the ring. I needed a shower. Embarrassed heat crept into my cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I probably stink. I need a shower. Will you…give me a few minutes?”
“You don’t stink,” he assured me gently. “You smell sexy, feminine, and it turns me on. But if you want to take a shower, that’s fine.” He hesitated, his gaze searching mine. “Washing each other, exploring each other in the shower is a good way to ease into a more intimate physical relationship. There will be no pressure, no expectations. You can touch me however you want, and if you want me to touch you, too, I will. But only if you want me to.”
He swallowed hard, his gaze darkening as he looked into my eyes, and waited for my response.
Heat coiled in my loins, a fierce throbbing that made me squeeze my thighs together. The thought of being naked in the shower with Logan...Oh dear God! A mixture of excitement and anticipation surged through me.
There will be no pressure, no expectations. You can touch me however you want, and if you want me to touch you, too, I will. But only if you want me to.
I wanted him to. Desperately.
I couldn’t seem to find my voice, so I nodded. Logan waited a moment longer, searching my gaze.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Logan headed toward the bathroom. I followed hesitantly behind him, not sure what I was supposed to do. He turned on the shower, then stripped off his shirt, tossing it on the bathroom floor. I stared at the hard, sleek muscles in his back. His masculine beauty was simply breathtaking. I wanted to touch him. To run my fingers all over his rock hard torso.
He turned to me, a question in his eyes. “You want me to get in first? Then I can leave the decision of joining me or not completely up to you.”
“O-okay,” I whispered.
Logan stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower stall. He turned to face me, not shy at all about his nakedness, letting me get my first good look at all of him.
I let my gaze feast over him, taking in every inch of his male beauty, his perfectly sculpted perfection. The man had muscles everywhere. He was truly breathtaking. Even his m
an stick was beautiful, its thick length proudly jutting out between his muscular thighs.
My breathing quickened. I wanted to climb up his beautiful body and ride him while water cascaded down on us. I wanted his hands and mouth on me while we came together as one. The very idea filled me with longing.
I jerked my gaze to his face.
He watched me silently, waiting. Then, he reached for a bar of soap and began washing himself. I stared at him, at the graceful way he moved as he cleaned himself, his muscles bunching and flexing, his hands rubbing the soap all over his sleek, wet body. I wanted to help. I wanted to touch.
I quickly stripped down and stepped into the shower with him. His gaze heated, his eyes following my movements with extreme concentration. I slipped my hand over his, taking the bar of soap from him. He waited, his gaze on mine, and let me do whatever I wanted. Even though he’d already cleaned most of himself, I wanted to do it too. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
Washing Logan was erotic. There was no other way to describe it. Running my hands over his sleek, hard muscles while water cascaded down on us was a complete turn on. I washed him everywhere, wanting to know all of him. He was right. This was a good way to ease into something more intimate. By the time I was done washing him, I knew every inch of his body. How could anything be more intimate than that? And I wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, my core throbbed with need. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. I hadn’t known touching a man could be such a turn on. I couldn’t seem to get enough. I set the soap aside, then used just my hands, running them all over him, familiarizing myself with his body.
Then I grasped his erection in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down. He let out a strangled moan and tilted his head back. “Nishi,” he gasped out. I never thought I would find pleasure in touching a man down there, but touching Logan made heat spiral through me. I clenched my thighs tightly together to ease the fierce ache between my legs.
“Touch me, Logan. Please.”
He snatched the soap off the shelf, and began rubbing it all over me. I mewled like a cat in heat, leaning into his caresses, arching my back and pressing my breasts forward as he ran his big hands over my chest. My breath came out in excited pants. Heat pooled in my core, moisture settling between my legs. This was heaven. And all he was doing was washing me. Finally, he set the soap aside. I reached for the shampoo, squirting some in my hair. Logan gently massaged it out, then squirted some in his hair. He bent so I could reach him, then tilted his head back and moaned softly as I rinsed the suds out.
“God, that feels good.”
Before he could rise to his full height, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him. Then I kissed him hungrily, letting him know I was ready for more. He stepped back, his arms coming around me, and hefted me higher, his mouth taking mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
Water dripped down on us, running between our faces, slicking between our bodies. I rubbed my small breasts against his muscular chest, and a hot flame of desire coursed through me.
I was ready to ride him now. Ready for him to join his body with mine and show me what it felt like to be loved by Logan. Going by instinct alone, I rubbed against his length, the movement eliciting a soft moan from both of us.
“Nishi,” he said huskily. “Slow down. I want to take my time with you. And I don’t have a condom in here.”
I didn’t care. I didn’t want slow. We didn’t need a condom. I didn’t care if I got pregnant. The idea of having Logan’s child filled me with happiness. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever done and I didn’t want it to stop. I rubbed against him again, the sensation making me whimper and press closer as I clung to him. He leaned back against the wall with a harsh breath, his hands going to my waist.
“Please, Logan. I just…I need...I want…”
“I know,” he whispered, but he didn’t do more than hold me and watch me closely, letting me decide how this went down.
I pressed closer, rubbing against him again, my core so sensitive that pleasure skyrocketed through me, my brain short circuiting. I gasped, clinging to him, as I experienced my first orgasm that wasn’t by my own hand. It was thoroughly, wildly, wickedly amazing. Logan waited patiently as I slowly came back down to earth. That had been incredible. Far, far better than anything I could ever make myself feel. And all I’d done was rub against him. What would it feel like when I took him deep inside me?
I rubbed against him again, sliding along his thick, hard length, up and down, the pressure building once again. He lowered his head and kissed me, his tongue delving deep. And then slowly, gently, I eased him in, moaning softly as he stretched me, filling me. He closed his eyes and kissed me deeper, his fingers digging into my hips, as I adjusted to his size, and the hot, hard feel of him. I gasped as a deep, burning ache consumed me. It throbbed between my legs, eager for more. Wanting. Needing. I squeezed my thighs around him, arching closer, taking him deeper.
He moaned. “Fuck…Nishi…” His hand tightened around my waist.
“Logan…” I began to move, holding onto his shoulders, sliding up and down, water still cascading down on us, in between us, over us. Pleasure spiraled deep inside me, bursting outward, as another orgasm rocked through me, intense and earth-shattering. I moaned and shuddered against him, squeezing him to me as I rode the waves of pleasure.
Logan let me control the entire thing. I kept riding him, clumsily at first until I figured out a rhythm, and then he moved with me, helping to guide me, his hands holding my hips, and it was so amazing, so beautiful. Unlike anything I had ever imagined.
With a soft groan, he reached his own climax, shuddering and tipping his head back against the wall as he rocked his hips against mine one last time. I clung to him, gasping, our bodies sleek with water, my limbs shaking from the most incredible experience of my life.
At last he opened his eyes and gazed at me. “Damn girl,” he murmured. “You just rocked my world. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head, slowly sliding down his body until my feet hit the bottom of the tub. “Can we do that again? Somewhere else this time?”
He let out a soft chuckle and kissed me. “We can do that wherever the hell you want, little one. As often as you want.”
A smile twisted my lips. “Good.” I took his hand. “I’m ready for round two.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Logan
Nishi was an adventurous little thing. I had wanted to take it slow the first time, make love to her gently, but she apparently had other ideas. I couldn’t have stopped her even if I’d wanted to. When she’d wrapped her arms and legs around me and rubbed her body against mine, I’d been totally lost, unable to deny her. It had been truly mind-blowing, a memory that would stay with me forever. Loving Nishi in the shower had been so incredible, I fell even more in love with her. Yeah, I was a sensitive kind of guy. Sex and love went together in my book. I’m pretty sure I’d loved her from the moment I’d met her, if that were even possible. Nishi and I were just meant to be. And now she was mine. And I was hers.
We took it to the bedroom after that. I had planned on making love to her tenderly in the bed the second time around, but again, Nishi had her own ideas. She jumped up on the dresser and pulled me in, stroking me up and down, driving me insane. I couldn’t tell her no. I let her have her way with me, and I enjoyed every fucking moment.
After that, she wanted to try other positions. I obliged her, letting her control how she wanted to make love. The girl was wild, insatiable. I had a little sex addict on my hands. Not that I minded. She was hot. After the fourth time, I needed a break. I collapsed onto the bed and lay my arm over my eyes.
“Enough, little one. You’re wearing me out. You’re a damn sex addict.”
She giggled and cuddled next to me. “Not a sex addict, a Logan addict.”
My heart swelled with happiness. “And I’m a Nishi addict. Now and forever.” I wrapped an arm around her and
drew her close, sighing contentedly. I had never been so happy before. With Nishi, everything felt right. Everything felt good.
“Did I hurt your bullet wounds?” she asked with concern, leaning over me to inspect my arm and then my leg. “I’m sorry. I got a little greedy there.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, you are a greedy little thing. But no, you didn’t hurt me. I’m a dreg, remember? I heal fast.” I hesitated, searching her gaze. “Those last few times we were a little wild. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” She snugged back against me. “Mama was so right. When I told her I was in love with you and that I wanted to be intimate with you, but that I was kind of worried because you’re so big and I’m so small, she said love would make us fit together perfectly. And she was right.” She let out a soft sigh. “I am a little sore, but in a good kind of way. I am so happy I met you, Logan. I am so crazy in love with you that my heart is just bursting with joy.”
Tenderness filled my chest. I kissed her, long and deep. “Ditto, little one.” We lay there for several moments without speaking, just content to be with each other. Then I decided to bring up the subject that needed to be discussed. “If you’re serious about being with me, Nishi, then we need to talk about leaving this place, going someplace safe where I’m not being hunted.”
She hesitated, rolling to face me and staring into my eyes. “I do want to be with you, Logan. But I can’t run away. I have to deal with my father first. As long as he’s alive, I won’t be safe. And neither will you.”
Those words dampened our happiness, sucking the joy right out of the room. I sat up. “That’s why I want to take you away from here. Far away where your father can never find you.”
She shook her head back and forth. “You don’t know my father like I do. He’ll never give up. Ever. It doesn’t matter how far away I go, he will find me eventually. The only way to be free of him is to kill him.”
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