Page 49 of Consuming Logan

“Touch me,” Ava pleaded. She practically begged Logan to take her. She loved egging him on, especially when she saw that predatory glint in his verdant gaze. There was a time when she never imagined she could hold the attention of a man like Logan.

“Or what?”

She loved his cocky attitude, the confidence that preceded him into every room. She’d learned her man in their years together. The way he wanted to be touched.

“I’ll be very bad.” Ava shifted her hips, edging closer to rub her sex against his naked erection. He moaned at the moist contact. “You like that, doctor?”

The way his eyes darkened to the richest forest green told her that he did. Eager to have him inside of her, Ava eased her heated core onto his length, impaling herself.

Logan gripped her hips. “I’m in control.”

Ava laughed. Clamping her spread thighs around his trim waist, she said, “Not for long.”

Logan gave her a crooked grin. “Easily remedied.” Reaching down, he pulled a drawer open, extracting several silk cloths.

Ava gasped. “You don’t play fair.”

“True,” he slapped her thigh and she jumped. Her core grew wetter. “Lay back, open your legs, and obey.” He growled the last word, grabbing the tops of her thighs in a possessive hold.

“Don’t get it twisted. That’s only in the bedroom”

Her body would carry visible signs of possession by morning. When she reached for him, Logan captured both of her wrists in his one hand.

“Oh, sweetheart. You are begging for it.”

They had dabbled with restraint on occasion…at her urging. Settling back on her elbows, she bent her knees and planted her feet. Slowly she let her thighs part.

Logan’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath.

“Wide enough for you, babe?”

Logan stared at her feminine center. She noticed it was something that he enjoyed doing a lot more of lately. During pregnancy some women felt unattractive. Logan worshipped every new ache, every change. Knowing she carried a part of him inside of her, she felt empowered, beautiful, and desirable.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Smooth silk encircled her ankles, the delicate slide of fabric against her sensitized skin heightened her arousal. Ava tried to remain silent but failed. A low moan escaped. He chuckled and she felt the sexual energy down to her bones. He regarded her. “You okay with this?”

She knew he thought about the abuse she’d suffered at Marcus’s hand. Ava wasn’t afraid of Logan. He watched her for any signs of distress. Unlike the past, everything she shared with Logan was safe and consensual.

She nodded. “Use the drawers as supports.”

When he spoke again, his voice was filled with quiet possession and needing.

“I love you, Ava mine.”

“I know, babe.” Their love cut away all the pretense, leaving honesty, vulnerability, and a mutual addiction of primal need.

Logan stood admiring his handiwork.

“You’re even more beautiful when you’re totally mine.”

His voice was gentle, a little warm breeze, on a summer night. Ava’s stomach clenched at Logan’s declaration. It was rare that he showed his tender side, but when he did…wow, he rocked her world.

“Forever, I’m yours,” she muttered.

He slid a single digit over her slick folds, she bit her lip to hold back the groan. And then he plunged deep, burying two thick digits to the knuckle. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

“Logan…”

He planted one hand on her belly holding her still, while he drove into her wetness. Pressing into the soles of her feet, Ava tried pumping her hips, needing him deeper.