Chapter Twenty-Two
MEADOW
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For as long as meadow lived, she would never forget the look of stunned gratitude on Logan’s face as he stared up at her. It melted her heart and made her feel powerful to know she could unravel such a sexually experienced man. It also aroused her beyond belief.
His delicious taste was on her tongue and the flesh between her thighs was hot and slick, throbbing with a hunger that wouldn’t be quenched until Logan was inside her, pounding deep.
She watched as he reached up slowly, his hand shaking when it brushed her cheek.
“That was…I have no words.”
She grinned. “That good, huh?”
“Good doesn’t begin to describe it.” His voice was deeper than usual, raw even. Before she could say another word, he rolled her under him.
The air whooshed from her lungs as he cupped her face in his hands and gazed down at her, taking her in as if he’d never seen her before. She trembled as he leaned down and kissed every part of her face with reverence and awe—her eyebrows, her eyelashes, her nose, her cheekbones, her jaw. And then he was kissing her mouth, his tongue lacing fire over hers.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body sizzling with need. He kissed her deeply and possessively, exploring every crevice of her mouth, intensifying her hunger until she was panting and writhing beneath him.
Slowly he lifted his head, his dark eyes burning with sexy intent. “My turn.”
Her heart fluttered wildly with anticipation as he reached down and traced his thumb over the swell of her cleavage. She arched into his touch, her breasts feeling tight and swollen inside her skimpy lace demi-bra.
She held her breath as he slowly unhooked the front clasp and pushed the cups aside. His face was pure seduction, heavy-lidded eyes, full lips parted.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said in that velvet rumble of his. “So damn beautiful and sexy.”
Under his enraptured stare she felt absolutely gorgeous. Like the most captivatingly stunning sex goddess who ever walked the face of the earth. No man had ever looked at her the way Logan was looking at her. It was beyond intoxicating.
She watched as his lips descended upon one heavy, aching breast while his fingers teased and stroked the other one. She cried out and arched with pleasure, clutching the back of his head as her body lit up hotter than all the lights blazing along the Strip.
He took her tight nipple between his lips, pressed it against the roof of his mouth and sucked.
“Logan,” she gasped, her womb spasming. “Please.”
His mouth moved to her other breast and gave it equal attention, licking and sucking her nipple, flooding her body with sensations that left her shaking and gasping for more.
Lifting his mouth from her breast, he stared into her eyes as he captured her wrists in one hand and stretched them above her head. Her pulse rioted as he began making his way down her body, touching her everywhere. Her ribs, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. The heat of his rough palm burned her skin and scorched every molecule of her blood.
Even in her frenzied state of arousal, she was amazed that those dangerous hands of his—hands that inflicted such damage and pain on the ice—could be so slow and gentle on her body. She ached everywhere he touched her and everywhere he didn’t.
Chest heaving, senses reeling, she watched as his mouth drifted down her belly to lick her navel, tracing circles that drove white-hot spikes of pleasure to her sex.
“Logan,” she whimpered breathlessly. “I need you.”
“How much?”
“Too much for words.”
He scraped his bearded cheek against her inner thigh, making her moan and writhe under him. When he bit down gently on her sensitized skin, she almost dissolved into a puddle.
He lifted his head and smiled a dark smile. Then he released her wrists and tore her panties off with a snap of the thin elastic. She cried out, so aroused that she nearly came on the spot.
He gripped her thighs and spread them apart, baring her wet pussy to his fierce gaze.
“So beautiful.” His voice was a rough, raw growl. “Every inch of you is fucking perfection.”
Her pulse quivered. “Logan—”
He lowered his mouth between her legs and licked her aching cleft.
Her hips shot off the bed as her nerve endings exploded with sensation, causing a full body shiver.
Logan made a guttural sound of need that reverberated through her core. “I’ve been dying for another taste of you, angel. You’re even more delicious than I remember.”
His hot mouth pressed deeper, making her shudder and moan with the consuming pleasure of it. He licked her slowly, stroking her from the top of her slit all the way to the bottom, then back up again.
She pressed a hand to her mouth to hold back a sob, but it escaped anyway.
Logan’s dark groan vibrated against her quivering flesh. “I love the way you smell and the way you taste.” He licked her labia, lapping at the warm wetness that coated his tongue. “I could eat you all night and still not get enough.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, staring down helplessly at his dark head between her legs. She was spread wide for him, her body open to him, completely at his mercy.
Arching her back, she sank her fingers into his short hair and held him in place, her hips rocking against his mouth as he swirled his tongue around her swollen clit and teased her supersensitive folds.
She closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You’ve already got me addicted.” Lifting her legs over his shoulders, Logan pressed his face into her drenched cleft, sucking her clit until she thought she would die from the onslaught of erotic stimulation.
“Logan,” she keened, her voice rising in pitch as the ecstasy escalated. “Oh, baby…it’s so good. So good!”
He speared his tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking voraciously until she was writhing against his mouth and sobbing his name. Then she was coming in an explosion of stars, gushing hotly and pulsating around his tongue.
He groaned with raw satisfaction, lapping up her juices as her shaking thighs squeezed his head. He licked and swallowed every drop that spilled from her, sending shivers down to her toes.
She released her grip on his hair and collapsed back on the bed, panting hard, her body humming and her clit buzzing.
Logan’s tongue made one last pass over her throbbing slit before he lifted his lashes, those eyes of stunning midnight meeting hers.
They stared at each other for a few pulsing heartbeats.
When he lowered her legs to the bed and levered himself over her, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping his tongue into her mouth as his hips fell between her thighs.
She could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against her hot folds. She wanted him inside her with a ferocity that shook her. As he moved against her, slowly grinding his hips, she managed to gasp out, “Condom?”
“Yes.” He lifted off her and rolled out of bed.
As he headed from the room, she shamelessly ogled his naked body. The muscles of his chest, biceps and thighs were incredible. So were his calves. Really, every part of him was amazing. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body. Just smooth skin stretched tight over powerful muscles and an ass to die for.
When she heard him curse in the living room, she laughed and called out, “Are you looking for your pants? They’re in here!”
He came striding through the door with a crooked half grin. “Shit, woman. You’ve got me all disoriented.”
She smiled, her gaze riveted to his heavy shaft swinging between his legs. He had the most beautiful dick she’d ever seen. Granted, she hadn’t seen that many in her limited experience. But Logan’s had to be one for the record books. It was super long, thick and heavily veined. It was darker than the rest of his tanned skin, an
d the broad head glistened tantalizingly with precum.
When she licked her lips, Logan smiled seductively. As he approached the bed, his hand circled his cock, his thumb sliding over the tip to smear the pearly drops of precum. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
But will he fit? she couldn’t help thinking, not for the first time. Is he too big? Too long? Can I get all of him inside me? Will he split me open when he tries to breach my lady fortress?
These were all legitimate questions.
She must have looked somewhat panic-stricken because Logan gently stroked her cheek. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”
She nodded and lay back against the pillows, watching breathlessly as he grabbed his discarded tuxedo pants, fished out his wallet and removed a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, extracted the condom and rolled it down the massive length of his cock with a practiced hand.
Then he climbed back onto the bed and came over her, his big body covering hers as he kissed her, twirling his tongue around hers and ravishing her mouth. Her body hummed with a hunger so intense she could barely see straight.
“You still want this?” he whispered against her lips.
“More than anything,” she whispered back.
That was all he needed to hear. He kneed her legs open and positioned himself between them, bearing his weight on his powerful arms as he notched his cock at her slick opening.
Staring into her eyes, he pushed into her slowly, gently, allowing her body to adjust to his size. After absorbing just a few inches, she let out a strangled cry, her muscles stretching around the width and length of him.
She heard the sharp catch of his breath and felt him shudder before he rasped, “You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
“It’s okay,” she panted, locking her ankles behind his back. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He slid all the way home and held perfectly still for a long moment, gently kissing her mouth and neck before he slowly began to thrust. She’d never been so full. So possessed.
“Ahh, Meadow,” he groaned with raw intensity. “You’re a dream come true, angel. In every possible way.”
His achingly beautiful words had tears misting her eyes. “Make love to me, Logan.”
“Yes.” His voice was dark as midnight. “I intend to do just that.”
She marveled at how perfectly their bodies fit together, joined in the ultimate act of intimacy. She loved the way he felt inside her, loved his thickness and how deeply he filled her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rocked in and out of her with long, deep strokes. The way he lifted his ass up and down had her seeing a galaxy of stars. Oh man, he was good at this. So freaking good.
He captured her hands and threaded his fingers through hers, sliding them above her head as he stared down at her, his dark eyes blazing with emotions that were too raw to be named.
“Cariño,” he whispered reverently. “Mi vida…my life….”
She lost her breath, her fingers tightening around his as she trembled all the way down to her soul. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, trusting, surrendering, connecting on an otherworldly level. She’d never experienced anything like it.
A slick layer of sweat formed between them as he thrust faster, harder, intensifying her pleasure stroke by stroke. Her senses were keenly attuned to the slap of his skin against hers, her needy cries and whimpers, his ragged groans.
He unlaced their fingers and slid his hands beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her more tightly against him. The angle had his cock sliding over her clit with a mind-numbing friction that sent her eyes rolling back in her head.
He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving her face as he swiveled his hips, hitting all sorts of sensitive spots inside her. She bit his shoulder and dug her heels into his flexing ass, quivering as a primal wildness roared up inside her.
“More,” she begged him.
He raised himself above her, hands at either side of her head. Locking eyes with her, he leveraged his powerful thighs and pounded into her with a fierce desperation that had her gasping and crying out in ecstasy.
He leaned down and took her mouth, kissing her with a searing possessiveness that left no doubt he’d staked his claim on her.
She pulled her mouth from his and wailed his name as her body succumbed to a violent explosion of spasms. She’d never felt anything so devastatingly intense. She cried out again and again as each new shockwave spiraled through her.
Logan held nothing back, the muscles in his arms bulging as he plunged his cock into her with ferocious abandon. He was staring into her eyes when he erupted with a deep, animalistic groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
She couldn’t stop shivering beneath him. Warm tears ran down her face as he continued stroking inside her in the aftermath of their explosive orgasms.
She closed her eyes as his palm skimmed up her thigh and over the curve of her hip before coming up to thumb her tears away. Then he leaned down and kissed her so softly and tenderly she wanted to weep again.
He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, pulling her thigh over his hip. He held her infinitely close, their hearts beating so perfectly together she wondered just when her soul had melded with his. Because it clearly had.
She smiled against his chest, her bones like water, her body cocooned in his heat and strength.
It was a long time before either of them spoke.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Her heart squeezed and swelled. There were so many things she could say, but all she whispered was, “Anytime.”
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Afterward they took a relaxing soak in the luxurious marble whirlpool tub.
The team had sent up two bottles of the hotel’s most expensive champagne and a four-tier chocolate cake with espresso-laced fudge slathered between each layer. Logan and Meadow had shared three slices, eating off each other’s forks and groaning between every decadent bite.
In honor of his birthday, she’d loosened her one-drink rule and was now enjoying her second glass of champagne as she lay back against him, his muscular thighs bracketing her waist.
She closed her eyes and sighed languorously, relaxing into the warm water bubbling against her skin. The heat and pulsing jets eased the soreness from her body. Having sex with such a well-endowed man had left her tender in places she’d never even used before.
Logan released the contented rumble of a well-fed tomcat, then bent to kiss her bare shoulder. The softness of his lips on her wet skin made her shiver and purr.
“I think we should stay in here for the rest of the night,” he murmured against her ear. “We can make love, feed each other cake and replenish the hot water as needed. How does that sound?”
“Heavenly,” she said with a lazy grin. “Except we’d both be prunes by dawn.”
He chuckled and nipped her earlobe. “Killjoy.”
She laughed and drank her champagne, enjoying the sensation of bubbles tickling her nose. Each sip of the wine cooled her from the inside like a fizzy, soothing balm.
Logan nuzzled the sensitive shell of her ear. “What an unforgettable birthday gift.”
Pleasure curled through her like warm sunshine. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.” She let out a dramatic sigh. “I mean, I know I can’t compete with Sanaa Lathan—”
He laughed softly, his breath heating her neck. “Were you jealous?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
She grinned, holding her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “Maybe just a teensy bit.”
Logan chuckled. “You have no reason to be jealous of her or any other woman.”
“Really? You’ve been crushing on her since you were a kid.”
“But she could never be my Jupiter.”
Her insides dissolved like honey as she turned her head to stare at him over her shoulder.
He gazed back at her, his eyes heavy lidded and glittering. He was
so sexy and intense he made her breath catch.
“Ever since I started playing professional hockey,” he said huskily, “I’ve been secretly fantasizing about looking up into the stands one day and seeing your face. I know you probably couldn’t tell, but having you at the game tonight was like a dream come true.”
His poignant words melted her to the bone. “I’m so glad I was there,” she said softly.
“So am I, cariño. So am I.”
She settled back against him, smiling when he cuddled her closer and began crooning softly, “Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter—” He kissed her cheek “—and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me….”
As he nuzzled her hair, she sighed blissfully and grinned. “You have a nice voice.”
“Think so?”
She nodded. “Do you enjoy listening to Sinatra?”
“Sometimes.” He chuckled. “Gino Roselli loved Sinatra.”
“What Italian mobster doesn’t?” she joked.
“True.” There was a note of nostalgia in his voice. “They were always playing Sinatra songs at the casino. Every time I hear one, I remember playing poker with Mr. Roselli while Sinatra crooned away in the background.”
Meadow smiled quietly. “Sounds like a good memory.”
“One of the few.” Arm draped around her, he rubbed his thumb over the arch of her collarbone, sending tingles through her body.
She took another sip of champagne and tipped her head back, savoring the tickle of bubbles in her throat. “Mmm. Good stuff.”
“Don’t get drunk on me,” Logan murmured against her ear. “The night is still young and I’m just getting started with you.”
“Oh my,” she breathed, her nipples puckering against the warm water.
“I haven’t been with another woman since you came back into my life.”
She was shocked. “Really?”
“Really.” He sucked her earlobe and ran a fingertip down her bare arm, raising goose bumps. “I don’t want anyone but you. Especially after tonight. You rocked my fucking world, Jupiter.”
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