Page 30 of Consuming Logan

“Just want my woman happy.”

And unafraid. After everything she’d been through, he had to push past her selfish insecurities. Ava loved him. Nothing would change the fact that they belonged to each other.

Ava leaned against the glass at her back for a second. Logan’s heart began to pound. Don’t mess this up, Masters. Give her a chance to express her feelings.

Finally, she said, “I am.”

He led her to one of the lawn chairs shaded by the lanai’s eave. He took a seat and then tugged her into his lap.

“Logan, I’m too heavy.”

“Not yet,” he chuckled.

She shifted, trying to rise. “Not funny, daddy.”

It was if she thought her gaining weight would detract from her appeal. Ava had more than enough to hold a man’s interest. A fact rooted at the forefront of Logan’s mind when other men came sniffing around. He never hesitated to broadcast loud and clear that Ava belonged to him.

Needing to touch her, to maintain their connection, he hauled her back down. “I like when you call me daddy.”

Logan wondered if Ava heard the waver in his voice. Damn, they’d created a baby, the most miraculously terrifying event of his life. And there wasn’t a woman in the world he’d rather share this moment with besides her.

She settled back, wrapping both arms around his neck. “Hmm, a sweet talker.”

“More than talk, sweetheart. I can deliver.” He hoped he could make love to his woman without losing consciousness. The sling had rendered his arm immobile. Now, a dull throb beat a steady drum through his right hand. Thank goodness his hard head had healed. His chest wound hadn’t given him trouble in the last three days.

Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her nose. “Ava mine,” he paused, gathering his thoughts, “I want you to focus on our wedding and the baby.”

The whole attack had rocked them both to the core, but he wanted her happy, not toiling away in the garden seeking solace she hadn’t found in him.

“I am,” she muttered.

Not completely, he knew. How could she when someone was hunting her? Glancing down, he said, “I’ll keep you safe, sweetheart. I promise.”

Ava stayed quiet, the statement not requiring clarification. Logan had given his word, and she trusted him to see the job done to completion.

“I know you will, Logan.” Relief flooded him at the confidence she had in him. So many times in his life the lack of commitment and security he needed from a woman left him with an intangible vulnerability. Ava’s confidence in his ability to meet her needs had fortified his foundation, strengthened him.

He rubbed one hand over her derriere, “How about we start with you on top?”

“How did this digress into sex, Logan?”

“Nothing digresses to sex. Everything includes sex,” he grinned.

“What about your hand?” she asked.

“I totally don’t need it for what I have in mind.” He brushed a thumb across her nipple, then smiled when it pebbled before his eyes. Yes, that was just the kind of answering response he needed from his woman. He pulled her top over her head, and reclined in the lounger, pulling her down on top of him.

Over the next hour they came to an agreement in between severalfull body jerking orgasms.

“So, I think I heard you scream Logan Kendric if it’s a boy or London Presley if we have a girl.”

“Yes,” she said, using a very lax hand to slap his chest. “And, I didn’t scream.”

He kissed her lips. “You’re right. You roared like a Tiger King capture.”

“Excuse me, that was all you. I have to leave. I don’t want to be late for the kids.”

He tightened his grip on her bare waist. “Not without me.”