Page 48 of Consuming Logan

Ava swallowed at the realization that Logan would decide what pleased her. The excitement that the choice belonged solely to him only heightened her desire to surrender. He knew her, didn’t require her voice to understand how she needed to express her commitment to him by relinquishing control.

Her breath hitched, but her blood heated in her veins. “The kitchen.”

“It’s your favorite room,” he replied, using his imposing mass to trap her between his body and the center island.

She loved him that she never had to hide from him. Good girls shouldn’t want the things she craved. But, she did. In the past, she felt vulnerable, over-exposed sharing her true self. Marcus’s voice echoed in her head.You want to be used like a whore.Ava shivered at the terrible memory. With Logan she experienced a sense of liberation and safety. He used his strength to protect, not intimidate. She no longer felt shame for wanting to surrender to the man she loved.

Logan captured her chin, lifting until her gaze met his. Their eyes locked, and she lost her heart in his emerald depths. Need, pulsing and achy, burned deep inside.

“What happens between a man and his wife is a beautiful gift.” She tried to turn away, not wanting him to witness her rising emotion. He wouldn’t allow it. “You are my treasure, Ava mine.”

She nodded, clearing her throat. “It’s my second favorite location,” she whispered. “Our bed is first.” Their bedroom gave her solace. No one could touch their world. It was their private sanctuary.

Logan smoothly untied the straps securing her sundress at the shoulders. The stripped material pooled around her ankles. Along with her sandals, she kicked them away. Bare except for her bra, Ava stood still. His eyes darkened as he roved over her fuller breasts, her rounding belly, her shapely thighs.

“I love your body, Ava mine.”

Admittedly, she felt a swell of feminine power when his erection lengthened under her watchful gaze. “Actions, babe…scream louder than words.”

Reaching for his hand, Ava placed his hand on her breast, and hers over his. Together they moved in slow, concentric circles.

“Yes,” she moaned. “More,” she demanded.

Quickly, he divested her of the lacy covering revealing her mounds.

“My naughty nurse wants to play doctor?”

Logan snagged her around the waist, Ava felt her feet leave the floor.

“Oh,” she yelped, when her warmed skin made contact with the cool stone counter. Ava reached up, settling her arms around his neck.

“I absolutely love your exams, Dr. Masters.” He bent his head, sucking one brown nipple inside his heated mouth. Ava tightened her grip, cupping his neck, urging him to take more. Logan didn’t disappoint. He worked her heavy globes, kneading and sucking one bud, and then the other, harder. Ava writhed against his talented tongue, the wet pop of him feasting on her turgid flesh pushing her dangerously close to orgasm.

“Ava,” Logan rasped, “Don’t come.”

No, she wanted to scream. Don’t come. That’s like saying don’t look at a rainbow. Well, she was about to go over it.

“I want my orgasm, now,” she insisted.

“What is it that you want me to do?”

Logan pulled back his face amused. “Who’s in charge?”

She clamped down on his neck. “Then what do you want me to do?” He had to give her something.

“I want you to be good,” he said, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. Damn, the level of intensity of his stare had her squirming.

“How good?” she winked, undulating her hips.

He grinned. Taking his time, he slowly removed his shirt. He toed off his shoes, and then made quick work of ridding himself of pants and boxers. Ava licked her lips. No matter how many times they made love, seeing him like this in all his naked glory spiked her blood pressure.

“Logan,” she breathed. More words came to mind, but her throat was too closed off to release them.

He leaned over the tiniest bit, allowing her fingers to make contact with the hard muscle covering his abdomen.

“Yes, Ava mine.”

She reached for his erection, closing her grip around the shaft. The heat of his member scorched her palm while the pulsing throbbed in tune with her quickening pulse. His lids dropped to half-mast. She watched as his throat worked. Ava loved that he battled his urges…that he forced her to wait. But that didn’t mean she played nice.