Flirting with Fate by Jerrie Alexander Page A

sent her over the edge. She drew her legs up high, wrapped them around his hips, and dug her fingers into his butt. She pulled him until he relinquished control and slammed home.
    They found their rhythm quickly. The faster and harder he thrust, the closer she came to exploding. He slid his hand down her body until his fingers found her center. She tried to speak. Wanted to express her feelings for him but found herself lost in the sensation.
    “Elle.” His face was taut with restraint. Sweat had beaded across his forehead, but he continued driving her closer and closer to the edge.
    His eyes fixed on hers, demanding she give her all. Demanding she surrender. Demanding she release herself into his hands. Nothing existed except right here, right now. Her climax exploded. Her body convulsed. Stars shattered in front of her eyes, and ecstasy filled her soul.
    He thrust himself deep inside her. His body stilled, spine straightened. A primal growl roared from him as he shuddered and pulsed. Logan’s release gave her an instant peace she’d never known before. She cradled him in her arms until his breathing returned to normal. Spent and sweating, they lay in silence.
    “I’m squashing you.” He lifted his weight off her.
    “No. Stay here.” She pulled him to her, relishing his body pressing her into the mattress.
    His lips covered hers in a gentle caress. She melted into him. “You look sexy as hell. You wear your orgasms well.”
    “Thank you.” A dull ache in her heart replaced the euphoria when he rolled away from her. Now that their lovemaking was over, how would they go forward? She couldn’t do friends with benefits. The bonds of friendship had been shattered all to hell. She’d never regret making love with him, and for now, she’d live in the moment. If this had been nothing more than sex for fun, it would break her heart.
    Logan went into the bathroom, and then returned to her bed. He kissed her long and hard. Then he lay down beside her and pulled her head onto his chest. They remained in that embrace for a long time. Awake, silent, holding each other close.
    He ran his fingers through her hair. “I hate to say this, but we—”
    “Don’t say we shouldn’t have done this. Just don’t.”
    “Shouldn’t have?” Logan rolled off the bed, stood, and pulled on his underwear. “You must think I’m a sorry bastard. I don’t regret one second of it, and I don’t think you do either.” He picked up her panties and dropped them on her bare belly. “I was going to say, we need to check your email. Let’s download the program and get some work done.”
    Elle sat up and reached for him, but he’d already picked up his pants and left her room, closing the door behind him. She’d jumped to conclusions and ruined something beautiful. She slipped on her panties and slacks and hurried to the common room for the rest of her clothes.
    The sound of the water running from Logan’s shower tempted her. What if she stripped and joined him? Could she convince him she was sorry for assuming the worst? Should she tell him that she’d had a crush on him since the day she first laid eyes on him? Probably not.
    Elle picked her clothes up off the floor and returned to her room. She hung up her things, tossed a pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt onto the bed along with clean underwear. The Internet was so slow that downloading the program was going to take a while, which meant she had time for a bath. Elle filled the jetted tub with warm water, dumped in the entire guest bottle of bubbles, and stripped. After stepping into the tub, she sat and pushed the button activating the jets. Within seconds, bubbles came up to her chin. Elle leaned back, closed her eyes, and remembered. Logan had woken a passion in her that had been growing for years. Her body had come alive with a vibrancy she’d never experienced.
    If this, whatever this was between them, ended badly, the pain would last a lifetime.
     

 
     
     
     
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