He laughed roughly, sounding quite affected. “Yes.”
Turnabout was the most fun game ever. She lowered her head and sucked just the head into her mouth, soft and sweet, then bobbed a little deeper and tugged a little harder.
His hands tangled in her hair and she felt his torso flex as he tried to sit up. Blindly, she reached up and pushed him back down again.
She knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too. But the taste of him, little bursts of Logan against her tongue as she worked him up and down with her mouth and her hand… she wanted to imprint this on her memory before they went further.
Inhaling deeply, she pushed him into her throat, letting him feel her work to take him. He shouted her name and she smiled—sort of—around his length. Yes, yes, yes.
“Enough,” he pleaded. “More later. Please. I want inside you, Tori. Let me love you.”
Magic words. Healing words. She pulled off, her mouth wet, and she let him spin her around so he was on top again.
They fit together exactly right. He was hard where she was soft, and their limbs seemed to naturally entwine as they kissed. But they needed something else before they satisfied their shared desire, and unless Logan was a total dog, they weren’t immediately at hand.
“Condom,” she breathed.
“Fuck.” Logan spit out the curse, then shoved himself up onto his knees. His eyes glittered as he looked down at her, his eyes wide. God, she loved how his mind worked. She could see the gears twisting, thinking about alternatives. “Didn’t bring any. Wasn’t planning on this. But we’ll make do. Get creative.”
She grinned. “It’s fine. I have some.” She wiggled out from beneath him and scampered to her room. She’d thought about taking them out of her suitcase when she did her last once-over. Thank God she hadn’t.
When she came back, he was frowning slightly, and he’d tilted his head to the side. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you have condoms?”
She turned pink. She didn’t want to talk about her sex life with Stephen. “We used them,” she mumbled.
“You and Steve?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
He reached for her, snagging the box and tossing it onto the far side of the bed. Then he returned them to their previous position—legs entwined, his hands tracing her body, his mouth lowering to hers…
And stopping.
Her breath caught in her throat as he searched her face. “He wanted to use condoms on your honeymoon?”
God, she didn’t want to have this conversation. But on the other hand, it was also unburdening to admit this to Logan—the only person in the world she would ever share it with. “Yeah.”
“Did you ever…not use them?”
An achy awareness bloomed low in her belly. “No.”
“Were they your only form of birth control?”
This conversation shouldn’t be making her wet. “No,” she breathed. It was totally making her wet. God, this was dirty. “I’m on the pill. I took it this morning. I take it every morning.”
He nodded slowly. “Okay.”
The moment stretched like soft, sweet bubblegum, then snapped as he kissed her hard and fast, a claiming of her mouth, her body, her entire being. It stole her breath and did something funny to her heart as he kissed down her neck, sucking her skin into his mouth. Her pulse jumped toward his tongue, just like the rest of her. “Logan…”
He slapped his hand on the box of condoms, dragging it closer before tearing it open with one hand. She twisted her head that way and watched him deftly rip off the first of hopefully many condoms they’d use.
Or not.
Her heartbeat skipped at the thought. “You don’t need to use that if you don’t want to,” she whispered, stroking her hands up and down his torso. “If you’ve been tested. If you trust me.”
