Logan's Woman

by Avery Duncan

  She did.

  His tongue swept inside her mouth, and lust licked along her nerve endings.

  God, this was better than the first time...

  She pictured them, his hand on her breast, kissing his way down her body to bite into her nipple. Through her shirt, her nipples ached. She clung to him, kissing him with more fever, wanting him right then.

  Logan growled, tightening his thick arms around her trembling body, claiming her with his mouth.

  Her hands threaded in his hair --

  His mouth tore away from hers.

  With a ragged voice, Logan grated, “We need to get home. Like now.”

  Chapter 18

  Fire curled around her as Logan carried her into his room.

  Their room.

  His eyes held hers and in them she could see everything. How much he wanted her, how much he wanted this, how much he wanted to claim her.

  The car ride had been painful. Sitting there next to him, her legs clenched tight in an effort to still the rush of desire…it had been torture. She’d wanted to lean over and kiss him, make him pull over right then and there.

  Any doubts she’d had at the restaurant were now gone. Completely. Claire felt stupid for even thinking about them. Logan wanted her — she wanted him. They were bound by law together so there was nothing wrong with giving herself to him.

  Especially when he was the only man to ever make her feel like this.

  He laid her down on the bed, standing at the edge. His hands were fisted at his side and she could tell he was trying to hold himself back.

  Biting her lip, she reached for his hand, pulling him to her, over her.

  He was heavy, hot. Yet every single piece of his skin that touched her caused her body to flame. Her heart thundered in her chest.

  “I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispered.

  He was silent for a moment. Claire stared up at him, searching his eyes.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice nothing but a low growl in the dim lighting of the room.

  Her answer was to press her lips to his.

  He groaned, and that’s when everything started to fall around her. His mouth covered hers with demand, forcing her lips open. Not that it took much, though. With a low, lust-filled groan, she gave herself to him completely.

  The desire she felt wracked her body. It stung her nerves like sweet droplets of fire. Her head swam with as Logan overcame her senses.

  His hand, which had been clenched in the bedding, now trailed town her temple, her cheek. As it did so, his kiss softened to the point that it was near painful. She wrapped her legs around his waist, using her heels to urge him, nipping his lips.

  Still, the kiss was soft, gentle, and oh-so tender. Her heart raced, but all the blood was rushing to her head. His hand trailed down her neck, to her chest…so close to her breast, but not close enough that he was touching her there.

  Where ever his hand went, it left a trail of fire. A single, hot, fiery trail that had her arching under his hand.

  “Logan…” she whimpered into their kiss, threading her hands in his hair, begging to him with her touch.

  “Mmm,” he murmured in response, dragging his lips from hers, down to her neck. She gasped, clutching him tightly.

  “Maybe… Oh… Maybe you shouldn’t do that…” He sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder, a small kiss of heat.

  “Why shouldn’t I?” he asked, meeting her eyes briefly before moving lower down her body, moving his hands to unbotton the blouse. She made no move to stop him, but covered her face as it flamed. A wave of modesty hit her.

  Was she going to be good enough for him? Was he going to be disappointed in her? He knew she was a virgin and that she’d never done this with anyone before, so was he expecting her to be terrible —

  Cool air met the skin of her stomach, and then his lips.

  Oh god, his lips.

  On her skin.

  Logan had obviously made it his goal to kiss every inch of her skin — and he was starting with her stomach. She shuddered as need curled along her body, following his kisses. Pleasure nearly blinded her — never in her life had she felt this before.

  The blouse fell from her body to the bed, and she worked it out of her arms, trying then to drag Logan up to kiss her. He refused her hands, staring into her eyes as he reached under her back, unclasping her bra.

  She swallowed, face flaming. The look in his eyes… Normally silver, the black depths were burning like obsidian, burning into her soul. He wanted this. He wanted her. She could see it all in his eyes, could feel it in his hands.

  The snap was loud in the room, or maybe to her. The bra loosened around her breasts, and Logan sat up enough that he could drag the straps down her shoulders, and then away from her body completely.

  The second he looked at her breasts, he growled. Her eyes closed and she tried not to feel embarrassed, but she did. The first time this had happened, she’d been shocked and drugged by his kisses. Now was the real deal. Now she was going to lose her virginity. Now she was going to be claimed by Logan.

  She brought her hands up to cover herself —

  Logan grasped her wrists, stopping her. When she met his eyes, he looked at her with such a dark look that she trembled. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me, Claire. Ever.”

  Then he did the unexpected – pushed her into the bed, held her wrists above her head, and drew a cherry-red nipple into his mouth. She gasp, pleasure biting her. “Logan!”

  Her voice was hoarse, even to her own ears. His lips kissed and sucked, dragging moans from her. Claire felt like she was in a never-ending storm, struggling to right herself and make sense of what was happening. He switched to the other breast, kneading the one he had just ravished with his hand.

  At some point, he’d undone the buttons to her skirt. It was now gone, and so were her panties.

  Claire didn’t even care. The pleasure was so great that she found herself begging for him to stop, to keep doing it, to let her come, to get away from her. She didn’t know what she wanted to happen — but she knew that whatever Logan was doing to her was going to kill her.

  His fingers brushed against her damp curls. God, she was so wet for him. So perfect for him. Her voice was like heaven to him and her hands...

  They were roaming his shoulders, his chest, his neck, his hair. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. Logan swore she didn’t notice what her hands were doing.

  Smiling darkly, he lifted his mouth from her breasts. The nipples were hard, puckered, perfect. God, everything about her was perfect. She would never be anything less than that.

  He forced himself to ignore his needs. His body was raging, he was aching to be inside her, but she had to be ready.

  And damn did she smell amazing… Her scent wrapped around him like a lovers caress, enticing him to taste her. Which was exactly what he planned to do. Moving down her body, he kissed his way down until he was just at her hip bones.

  Claire was so delicate that he felt as if he could break her with just the barest of touches. And so utterly innocent.

  Her face was flaming red, her chest was heaving for breath, and her lips were parted. Blonde hair fell around her face, spread over the pillow like golden silk.

  Claire resembled a goddess.

  Desire surged through him just looking at her, and he grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She didn’t fight him and he was grateful — he had to have her right then.

  He trailed his eyes over her body, then looked her straight in the eyes. He pressed his hands on her thighs and opened them. Her eyes widened in shock and right when she was making a move to protest, he pressed his mouth against her — softly.

  Barely.

  Savoringly.

  Her shocked, pleasure-ridden scream slapped into the walls — it was music to his ears. She was wet, her body so desperate for him that she had her legs wrapped around his head. Logan tasted her and fel
l straight into heaven — or hell. Fire danced around them. Pleasure burned through his body, his soul, just from making her feel like this.

  He slowly pressed a finger inside her.

  God, she was tight. Clenching around him, milking his finger with her inner walls. She was hot, burning. He kissed her softly, pulling back to meet her eyes. They were dazed, hazy with pleasure. Her back was arched, nipples begged to be kissed and sucked on.

  He moved up her body, not taking his hand from her warm entrance. He lightly brushed his lips over each of her nipples, and then her collar bone…her neck…the corner of her mouth.

  “Logan. Oh, God, Logan. Please…I need you. Right now…need you…” He smiled for only a second, then groaned when she clenched around his fingers.

  He worked another one into her, loving the burn of her heat. “Are you sure?” he asked, even though he knew what her answer would be.

  She nodded frantically, grabbing his face and dragging his lips to her.

  He kissed her back, using one hand to undo his slacks, starting to move his hand against her slowly. She gasped against his lips, trembling.

  Logan only pulled back for a second to tear his shirt off. Claire moaned at the site of him, her hands desperately reaching for his chest, his shoulders. He closed his eyes at her touch. The way her fingers danced over his skin was torture.

  “Claire…I can’t wait anymore. I need to have you,” he growled. It was the only form of apology he could get out before he took his hand from her tight, grasping heat and pushed her down into the bed.

  He hovered over her, roughly biting the side of her breast, kissing her body, rubbing her sensitive nub with his thumb. She whimpered in his ear and begged him with her body to finish it.

  For one second, he forgot that she was a virgin. How could he remember that when he was so overcome with pleasure? His mind was blank except for her. Her scent. Her cries of pleasure. Her withering body that moved as if to make him enter her.

  He brushed against the curls, and lost all control.

  Her legs fell open for him and he reached down, guiding himself while thumbing her nub still. He barely registered her whimpers, her sighs, her pleas. It was impossible with the roar that was building in his ears.

  Logan drew his hips back and met Claire’s ocean blue eyes.

  He entered her with one, swift thrust.

  She screamed.

  Oh god —

  He felt that fragile barrier break the same time he heard the pain enter her scream.

  “Logan?” she asked thinly, digging her nails into his shoulders.

  “Claire… Fuck, Claire, I’m so sorry…” Even as he started to feel like the worst piece of shit in the universe, he groaned when she involuntarily clenched around him.

  She was silent, her body strung so tightly that her muscles could have snapped.

  “Why did you…stop?” she panted after a second, her face lined with strain.

  He stared at her, a breath leaving his chest almost painfully. “What?”

  “I…. Just keep going...”

  “Claire, I hurt you. I can’t keep —“ She squeezed around him like a fist, this time on purpose. Her eyes closed and a brief smile flitted over her face. His groan fell into a growl and he couldn’t help it when his hips thrust against her.

  Claire grabbed his shoulders in a painful grip and pushed her hips up, taking him deeper. He breathed out roughly, thrusting his hips again. Expecting her to wince or cry out in pain again, he was shocked when she only whimpered, eyes rolling back.

  Her body arched against his and her long, elegant legs wrapped around his waist.

  His control snapped.

  He should have been gentle. He wanted to be. He wanted to be as gentle and loving with her as he could — but he was claiming her. Tonight, right now, she was becoming his. And going by the way she was urging him on, he didn’t think she minded.

  He increased the speed of his hips, pushing deeper into her than he had before, loving the way she milked him as she cried out his name. The sound of slapping skin echoed through the room, mixing with the sounds of their pleasure.

  Desire and pleasure — it all came together as one.

  Logan and Claire — they were one.

  He could feel Claire’s release building and it signaled his own. He pumped inside of her, kissing her breasts, her neck, her lips. She clung to him, and he felt it rise higher.

  Thrusting his hips faster, he growled harshly as she started to convulse around him.

  Fuck...

  This woman could steal my soul.

  That was his last thought before they both came apart in a blinding symphony of pleasure.

  Chapter 19

  Lunar rays glistened on the dewy grass. It was slick to walk on, but not noisy — which was the main concern. There weren’t lamp-poles posted around the large area that was Logan’s ranch. The only source of light for the night was the moon and several windows that had a soft yellow tint shining through them. It was a perfect night for things to go wrong.

  It was silent. Quiet. Eerie. Not even the cows were awake at this hour. All there was to be heard were grasshoppers and something else. Something out of place. Something wrong.

  Nathan nodded his head at the three men that stood behind them. When he’d told Logan that he’d set up camp in the basement, he’d left out that they’d also set up extra equipment in one of the seemingly unused barns. The paint was crusted on the side of the barn, weeds were growing through beneath the wooden planks, and old, soppy hair was piled near the front of the barn. They’d set up the equipment — surveillance camera’s, monitors, comm. links, hidden arsenal — in the far back corner of the second stall to the last. There was an exit close to that door and was closest to the power-outlet that supplied the energy for their set-up.

  Right now, through one of the dim-lit, black-out privacy screened monitors, they were watching odd shadows form alone the side of Logan’s house. All of them were silent, watching. There had been no sign of an actual human forming, and until they saw it, they would make their move. There wasn’t a way they couldn’t — camera’s were scattered around the house and in the trees, to the point where every angle and every crevice would show up on their monitors.

  “Nathan,” Blake said, catching his attention. He heard a shuffle behind him before he turned and glanced at the screen that Blake obviously wanted him to look at.

  He smiled grimly as an arm was caught through the camera. “We got our signal. Let’s go.”

  It took less than five seconds to arm-up. From the second they’d stepped foot on Logan’s property, they’d been armed and ready for even the slightest of threats. Nathan himself had two Berettas and five clips of ammo strapped to his person. One of the guns was clipped to his thigh, and the other was on the inside of his jacket. His favorite bayonet was at the small of his back, with several smaller blades, used for throwing and long distances, wrapped around his abdomen.

  He knew the other men were dressed similarly. They were all in dark jeans, black shitkickers, leather jackets that held all of their weapons, and a black, cold-gear, long-sleeve shirt.

  They exited out of the barn.

  Only one light was on in the house, and that was Logan’s room. They’d scoped out the house as soon as the couple had left the first time and they all had the layout memorized so well, not even an ant could find a hidden entrance.

  The fuck was right under his window. It was two stories up, the window, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t scale the side. He signaled Blake and Eric to go around the left side of the house while Nathan and Luke came from around the other barn.

  The monitor had only shown one man, but that didn’t mean he had no back-up with him. Feeling a cool, deadly calm wash over him, he murmured into the comm. link. “Blake, you take care of him. Eric, make sure that he doesn’t have any friends. Nathan and I are going to go into the house and get you from the top. If you have any company, don’t hesitate.”


  Nathan’s motto was kill first, ask questions later. It might not be the best rule to live by, but after everything that he’d been through, it was the best way to handle things. If you didn’t get rid of the enemy first, you basically gave them a chance to get rid of you. All of the men understood the rule.

  “Got it,” he replied, his voice the same tone as Nathan’s.

  He spoke solely to Luke this time. “Go up and cover them. I’m going to warn Logan. Bullshit that this had to happen tonight,” he grated. Logan was most likely blissed out of his mind with his new wife right now.

  “I know he has shit in there, but give him this just in case.” Luke pulled out his lucky bayonet and handed it to Nathan.

  He flashed a quick grin before taking the knife, opening the door, and then getting upstairs to wake the couple up.

  Nathan knew it was all about the job. He shouldn’t care that he was ruining their night of happiness for the sake of their safety. But he knew better than anyone that Logan deserved what Claire had to offer him — not a night where his new wife was in danger, with men she barely knew waking her up.

  Anger coursed through him, flashbacks of the past almost making him lose concentration. He couldn’t, though. No matter how much he missed and agonized over Amaya, he had to make sure that Claire didn’t meet the same fate.

  And on their watch, she wouldn’t.

  He braced himself for a sight that he really didn’t want to see and pushed open the door.

  Logan was asleep, as was Claire. A blanket covered them — thank God — it was clear by the state of their bare shoulders and arms what had gone on between them. Hardening himself against what he was about to put her through, he went to Logan’s side, shoving him in the shoulder.

  “Logan. We have company.”

  That was all it took. Even before he’d shoved the man, Logan had been opening his eyes, fully aware. Claire was still asleep, nestled in her husband’s arms and as trusting as could be.

  Silver eyes met his. “How many.”