Flirting with Fate by Jerrie Alexander

intelligently, she whispered, “Bed.”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Logan swept her into his arms, carried her into her room, and carefully put her down. Before removing his pants, he pulled a condom from his wallet and placed it on the nightstand. Then he rid himself of the rest of his clothes.
    Elle took full advantage of those few moments. His naked body was a work of art. The muscles in his back rippled with his every movement. She’d had a few lovers, but none of them had sported an erection the size of Logan’s. He cleared his throat. Caught staring, she could only laugh.
    “You’re quite impressive.” Her words came out over a dry and raspy throat.
    “I aim to please.” A chuckle, the one that always weakened her knees, rolled up and out of him. “You’re pretty damn awesome yourself.”
    He sat next to her. His hands followed his eyes as he stroked her body, searing the sensation of his touch inside her heart. He seemed to be memorizing every detail as he travelled. Slowly, he lowered his head, gently caressing her lips with his. He filled his hands with her swollen breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples into tight peaks. When he leaned over and pulled a tip into his mouth, the ache low in her belly intensified. Elle’s back bowed, instinctively rising to offer him more.
    She murmured his name as his hand traversed her body. A rush of desire ricocheted through her nervous system. She’d imagined this moment. Painted erotic pictures in her mind of the two of them locked in an embrace. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment of passion.
    Logan’s fingers and mouth blistered and soothed until she was writhing with need. Her hands had travelled their own path, stroking his bare skin. His muscles quivered under her fingers. She boldly caressed and explored every inch of his body.
    Logan moved on top of her, parting her thighs with his knee. He kissed her breasts, running his tongue along the underside. Elle was ready to beg for more. His hand slid down her body. The palm of his hand caressed her stomach. His fingers were streaks of fire slowly sliding downward. Every nerve ending in her body came alive. The ache between her thighs turned to agony.
    At last, he touched her. Elle cried out when he spread her and inserted a finger. She opened for him, baring herself and needing flesh against flesh. Her blood raced through her veins and pounded in her ears.
    “More,” she whispered.
    Logan moaned a deep, mouth-watering sound and continued his slide down her body until he reached her core. He parted her and leaned in for a kiss. The universe disappeared. She lifted her hips, silently encouraging him to keep going.
    His hand slid under her hips, lifting her to just the right angle. His tongue took over, and all reason abandoned her. Her body quivered. Her hands raced over his shoulders, lingered as his muscles trembled. She couldn’t take any more. “Logan,” she moaned. “Please.”
    “Hmm,” he hummed against her flesh.
    She lost it. Her entire body vibrated with life. She shattered, grasping his head and holding him to her until the convulsions subsided. Exhausted, she pulled him to her.
    He rested his head on her belly, allowing her to return to this world. When her heart rate slowed, he lifted his head and kissed her breasts, moving from one to the other. Slowly and with incredible patience, he rekindled her need for him.
    Elle groaned as he pulled away and reached across her for the condom. She watched his every movement as he deftly slid it over his massive erection.
    “Come here.” She pulled him over her; she spread her legs wider, giving him free entry. Her heart squeezed when she saw more than passion in Logan’s dark eyes. He cared for her, just as she did for him. Years of secretly wanting each other ended right now. “Logan,” she whispered.
    He pushed inside her, moving slowly, inching his way into her body, pausing to allow her to adjust. His entrance alone had almost