connecting their bodies from head to foot. She pressed her cheek to the hard muscles of his chest. His shaft felt like a brand against her belly. Hard and ready.
He lowered her onto the bed, and then he moved over her to kiss her again, his arms trapping her body. Heat twined around their bodies, wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth. Reaching up, she pressed her hand over his heart. It beat wildly beneath her palm.
He pulled away and stared down at her, wildness flaring in his eyes.
“Logan,” she breathed, “why are you shaking?”
He blinked hard, as if trying to return to himself, to restrain himself from allowing instinct to take over and doing what his body—and hers—craved. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Nonsense.” Wickedly, she thought she wouldn’t mind a bit of pain to heighten the pleasure. She bit her lip, though, too shy to tell him that.
“You are so small.”
She swallowed a sigh. “Stop.”
He trailed a finger down her cheek. “So delicate.”
“No. I’m a strong woman.”
“So perfect,” he rasped.
She sensed his withdrawal and knew she must stop it. Running her palms over the curve of his masculine chest, she pinched his nipple gently. He clenched his teeth.
“I think you are afraid of me, Logan Douglas.”
“No,” he growled.
She applied pressure on his arm until he rolled off her, and she quickly rose to her knees, straddling him and pressing her center over his hardness. Her slick folds collided with his burning heat, and they both gasped.
“What is it, Logan? Why do you hesitate?” Emboldened, she leaned down to flick her tongue over his ear. “I’m not going to break.” She nipped his lobe.
Beneath her, he shuddered. She glanced down to see he’d clutched the bedcovers in his fists. She wanted those hands gripping her, not the blankets.
She slid her body erotically up and down over him, allowing her breath to whistle out in pleasure. “Yesss,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you. All of you. Don’t you want me?”
“Maggie,” he said, his voice so low she could scarcely hear. “You don’t . . . I can’t . . . you’re a lady . . . too fragile.”
She ground her teeth in frustration. She wanted him inside her so badly. Wanted to reach down and place him at her entrance, then lower herself over him. Even more desperately, though, she wanted him to be the one to initiate their coming together. She wanted him to lose himself. Wanted to see that feral light of lust smoldering in his black eyes as he took her.
“Ma gg i e—”
Her lips descended on his, cutting his words short. His lips were so soft, so perfect. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was heaven. She slid her tongue over his lower lip, kissed his chin, and traveled downward over his neck, tasting him. He tasted like the Highlands would taste if they were transformed into a man, like heather and peat and fire and snow. She closed her teeth over his flat nipple, and a low growl rumbled up from his throat. But she didn’t linger there. She kissed along the light trail of hair leading from his belly button to his groin, and then she pressed her cheek against the long length of him.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered. “Maybe you do want me, after all.”
She blew lightly on his shaft. He held himself rigid, fists clenched in the bedcovers, and she smiled. Almost . But not yet. Gently, reverently, she feathered tiny kisses down his silky length. His heat scorched her lips, but it was a heat she gloried in.
She touched him lightly with her fingertips, allowed her tongue to flick over him for a tiny taste. Still he didn’t move, but she sensed him unraveling. Traveling to the tip of his cock, she continued peppering kisses over him. Ever so gently, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down. Just lightly enough to drive him to distraction.
She couldn’t keep still. Each time her breasts touched him, she bit back a groan. A fire had built between her legs and
He lowered her onto the bed, and then he moved over her to kiss her again, his arms trapping her body. Heat twined around their bodies, wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth. Reaching up, she pressed her hand over his heart. It beat wildly beneath her palm.
He pulled away and stared down at her, wildness flaring in his eyes.
“Logan,” she breathed, “why are you shaking?”
He blinked hard, as if trying to return to himself, to restrain himself from allowing instinct to take over and doing what his body—and hers—craved. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Nonsense.” Wickedly, she thought she wouldn’t mind a bit of pain to heighten the pleasure. She bit her lip, though, too shy to tell him that.
“You are so small.”
She swallowed a sigh. “Stop.”
He trailed a finger down her cheek. “So delicate.”
“No. I’m a strong woman.”
“So perfect,” he rasped.
She sensed his withdrawal and knew she must stop it. Running her palms over the curve of his masculine chest, she pinched his nipple gently. He clenched his teeth.
“I think you are afraid of me, Logan Douglas.”
“No,” he growled.
She applied pressure on his arm until he rolled off her, and she quickly rose to her knees, straddling him and pressing her center over his hardness. Her slick folds collided with his burning heat, and they both gasped.
“What is it, Logan? Why do you hesitate?” Emboldened, she leaned down to flick her tongue over his ear. “I’m not going to break.” She nipped his lobe.
Beneath her, he shuddered. She glanced down to see he’d clutched the bedcovers in his fists. She wanted those hands gripping her, not the blankets.
She slid her body erotically up and down over him, allowing her breath to whistle out in pleasure. “Yesss,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you. All of you. Don’t you want me?”
“Maggie,” he said, his voice so low she could scarcely hear. “You don’t . . . I can’t . . . you’re a lady . . . too fragile.”
She ground her teeth in frustration. She wanted him inside her so badly. Wanted to reach down and place him at her entrance, then lower herself over him. Even more desperately, though, she wanted him to be the one to initiate their coming together. She wanted him to lose himself. Wanted to see that feral light of lust smoldering in his black eyes as he took her.
“Ma gg i e—”
Her lips descended on his, cutting his words short. His lips were so soft, so perfect. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was heaven. She slid her tongue over his lower lip, kissed his chin, and traveled downward over his neck, tasting him. He tasted like the Highlands would taste if they were transformed into a man, like heather and peat and fire and snow. She closed her teeth over his flat nipple, and a low growl rumbled up from his throat. But she didn’t linger there. She kissed along the light trail of hair leading from his belly button to his groin, and then she pressed her cheek against the long length of him.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered. “Maybe you do want me, after all.”
She blew lightly on his shaft. He held himself rigid, fists clenched in the bedcovers, and she smiled. Almost . But not yet. Gently, reverently, she feathered tiny kisses down his silky length. His heat scorched her lips, but it was a heat she gloried in.
She touched him lightly with her fingertips, allowed her tongue to flick over him for a tiny taste. Still he didn’t move, but she sensed him unraveling. Traveling to the tip of his cock, she continued peppering kisses over him. Ever so gently, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down. Just lightly enough to drive him to distraction.
She couldn’t keep still. Each time her breasts touched him, she bit back a groan. A fire had built between her legs and
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