Page 104 of When He Plays

Every muscle in his body tightened.

“I should be used to death given what I do, but it hits me so hard every single time.” A choppy exhale. “Please,” she whispered.

He bent toward her. His lips caught the tear on her cheek. He could taste the salt on his tongue. Her hands rose, curled around his shoulders, and she leaned into him.

Not. Good. Enough.

His hands flew to her hips. Locked around her. He lifted her up against him, holding her high. Tight. “Kiss me,” he ordered. “Now.”

She did. Her mouth met his. Did she taste the salt of her tears on his lips?

He couldn’t let her keep crying. He couldn’t let her be in pain.

Her pain was too much for him.

Four steps, and he had her pinned between him and the wall. Away from the windows where the world could look in. No, no, this moment wasn’t for the world. It was just for them.

His mouth turned frantic on hers. Her legs were around his hips. Her body arching against him, but there were clothes in their way. He intended to make love to his wife right then and there, and he couldn’t do it with the freaking clothes between them.

He lowered her, just for a moment. Wrenched away her shirt. The bra. Her breasts spilled toward him, and they were perfect. He lifted her up again. High enough that he held her pinned to the wall and his mouth could lock around her tight nipple. He sucked her, hard, and she shuddered. She twisted. She moaned.

But when he looked up at her face…

Tear tracks on her cheeks.

“Not fucking good enough.” He put her down again.

Her breath came faster. Her eyes were wide.

His rough hands yanked her jeans and panties down, hauling her shoes and socks away with them. Her breath heaved in and out, and her tight nipples thrust toward him as he paused a moment to take her all in.

She’s mine. I’m hers. I would do any fucking thing in this world for her.

Except…

He would not let her cry. He would not let her be in pain, not if there was anything he could do to stop that pain.

“Logan?”

He bent, and his shoulder pressed to her stomach.

“What are you doing? Logan, I—Logan!”

He’d straightened, with her tossed over his shoulder. He kept one hand on her legs, and the other went to press to her fabulous ass.

Without a word, with her naked over his shoulder, he stalked to the bedroom. To their bed. It would be great if he could enjoy long foreplay with her. Drive her crazy with desire, but that shit was not happening. No way would his control hold for long foreplay time. So he’d just get right to the point.

He dropped her onto the bed. Then fell onto her like the possessed man he was. His hands shoved her thighs apart, and his mouth went right between her legs. Right. On. Her.

His tongue thrust into her. His fingers stroked her. He greedily lapped up her taste, then eased back, just so he could mercilessly suck her clit, and he kept right on sucking and licking and lashing her with his tongue until she came with a sudden, fast shriek.

And that’s the point. Charlotte’s pleasure.

Her legs were trembling when he eased back. As fast as he could, Logan stripped. He reached for a condom in the nightstand. Did not take his gaze off her. He couldn’t.

Her chest rose and fell. Her nipples tempted him. Her parted legs…oh, they promised heaven. The overhead lights were on in the bedroom, and they allowed him to see every inch of her.

He crawled onto the bed. Between her legs. “You’re ready for me.” He’d made sure she was.