Page 84 of When He Plays

Her tongue wet her lower lip. “Feels…good…”

Good wasn’t enough.

His mouth replaced his hand as he began to lave and lick and suck her right nipple.

“Really good!” Charlotte’s voice broke. “That’s…yes…Yes. Keep doing that. That!”

He’d positioned his body between her spread legs. She thrust up against him as he licked her nipple, squirming, her sex rubbing against him.

He sucked her nipple harder.

“Logan! Yes! I really, really like that!”

Excellent news. He gave her left breast the same attention.

Her breath shuddered out. Her hands flew down, slid under his shirt, and tried to shove it off him.

If she wanted it off, then he would be happy to oblige. Logan lifted up. Tossed the shirt. And began to kiss his way down her body.

“Logan?” Hesitation. “Logan, we can just get right to the main act. I want you in me.”

There wasn’t any other place that he wanted to be. But he was built along pretty large lines, and he did wonder, “How long has it been?”

“What?” Her hands fluttered around his bare shoulders.

He paused near her stomach. His mouth had just found a faint line of raised skin.

“Are you asking how long it’s been since I’ve been with a lover?” Charlotte squirmed beneath him. “Um, nine months?”

He was still staring at the raised skin. “What the fuck?” He knew what would cause that particular scar.

“Jeez, look, I’m sorry, but I don’t have the exact time and date for the last time that I had sex with someone. It’s been a while, all right? A very long while.”

His head lifted. “This is a scar from a knife.” He knew because Logan had several of his own scars just like that one.

Her head also craned up so she could stare at him. “Yes. It, uh, it happened on my first mission.”

She’d been stabbed. Fury beat inside of him. “He’s fucking dead.”

“He actually is,” she whispered back. Darkness swept over her face. “I didn’t want that. But there was no choice. I was bleeding out, and he was coming at me again with his knife and—you know what? I-I think we should stop.”

Hell. He’d fucking killed the mood. When she’d been burning beneath his touch.

Logan quickly rose up her body. He put his hands on either side of her. “Stay with me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Stay with me. Don’t go back to that place in your mind.” Because she had, he knew it. She’d gone back to that first attack because he’d asked about her scar. He shouldn’t have done it, but he’d been so furious at the idea of anyone hurting her.

No one hurts my Charlotte.

“This is what happens,” she mumbled, sounding miserable when she’d been panting with desire before. “I can’t get out of my thoughts. Can’t get out of my own head. I want to let go and be in the moment, but I can’t.”

“It’s my fault. I’m the one who asked about the damn scar.” Something they would revisit, later. After he’d given her some fantastic orgasms. “I want you to just feel. Can you do that? Feel me.”

“Maybe…” An exhale. “Maybe if we just get straight to sex. The act of sex. If you just come in me, then it will be all right. It can be different with you.”

Oh, it would certainly be different with him. He stared into her eyes. Nodded. “I’ll come inside you, baby.” Absolutely.