When he finally reached me, his tall frame towering over me as he peered down at my face—his eyes flitting from my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth, and back to my eyes again—he lifted his hand to wipe a tear away from my cheek with his thumb as his palm cupped my jaw. His hand was full of warmth that my skin so desperately craved and as the snow blew around us and the wind tore in between our bodies, we both stood still within the madness. I held my breath in beautiful anguish beneath his touch.
The look on his face spoke the affirmations and declarations that his mouth seemingly could not, and I saweverything. It confirmed what I’d been searching for, everything I’d been missing from him for so long.
This was real.
I sighed, leaning my face further into his palm, feeling the weight of impending heartbreak dissipate like steam. Logan reached his other hand up to tuck a strand of wild, wind-blown hair behind my ear, and then he held my gaze as if I were the only other person to ever exist in the world before his mouthfinallyfound mine.
At first, the kiss was deliciously slow. Our mouths opened easily as we breathed each other in. I slid my hands around his waist, tucking my arms beneath his as he continued to hold my face in his hands. His lips tasted like cinnamon and whiskey as they pressed against mine.
I felt his right hand lightly slide from my face to the back of my head, his fingers intertwining with my hair as his tongue pressed past my lips and explored the inside of my mouth. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.
The sound of it seemed to ignite Logan as he pressed my face against his, deepening the kiss, while his other hand slid down my back and pressed me firmly into him, leaving no space between our bodies.
Goosebumps exploded over every inch of my skin, and I knew with certainty that it wasn’t from the cold. His touch fanned the flames of my fire in a heated fury. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my tongue against his, feeling his breath catch.
His broad arms reached down as his hands slid around the backs of my thighs and before I knew it, he was hoisting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me to him and I relished the angles that this new height gave me.
I wrapped my fingers through his hair as I became aware that we were now inside the kitchen, my empty wine glass left abandoned on the counter. Still, I couldn’t focus on anything except for his mouth on mine. He set me down on the nearest surface and his hands immediately roamed my body, something I could barely feel through my thick coat.
I gently pushed against his chest to separate our mouths, feeling the torturous loss of his lips against mine. I quickly unzipped my coat and threw it on the floor, not taking any notice of where it landed.
“Amelia,” he breathed, looking at my mouth. Like he simply needed to get back to it or he would die. The hunger that poured out of him unlocked something feral inside of me.
Using my legs still wrapped around him to pull him back against me, I curled my arms around his neck as his lips came crashing back down on mine. I felt him lightly thrust his hips, pressing his groin against me while his tongue flicked against my own.
His breathing became rapid and I could tell that he was beginning to lose control. We became nothing more than mouths and limbs and need and lust as we pressed against each other with fury, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the deep hunger that had been left unclaimed for far too long. My body was pure flame beneath his touch, as if he were the sun and I was burning against him. Burning for him.
Suddenly, we were moving again. Logan was carefully carrying me up the stairs, maintaining our fervent kiss as his mouth took control of mine. When we reached the top of the stairs, he pressed my back against the wall in the hallway and again thrust his hips into mine, more urgently this time. The low grunt that came out of him sent tingles down my spine.
Another moan escaped from within me, and Logan bit my lip to shush me. His mouth moved across my jaw and down my neck as he thrust the large bulge of his groin against me once more before moving us down the hall. When we reached the end of the hallway, he pushed open the door to his bedroom and used one hand to close it behind us.
He set me back down onto my feet and I was immediately reaching to pull his T-shirt over his head.
I took a step backward, wanting to see all of him in the frame of my vision. The sharp corner of his jaw as it rolled. The way his collar bone tilted from his erratic breathing. The jutting lines beneath his stomach, disappearing into the hemline of his jeans that hung low on his hips. I’d seen him without a shirt on before, of course, but never like this.
He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I relished in the tortured intimacy of it. The way he swallowed, twice, as I unfastened the top button of my pajama shirt. The way he straightened when he realized that I wasn’t wearing any sort of bra beneath it. The way his eyes were hazy pupils focused on my fingers as I opened the last button of my shirt and slid the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor behind me.
His mouth parted as he watched me push down my pajama pants, stepping out of them to stand in front of him in nothing but a simple, white thong. Presenting myself like an offering. I watched as his eyes swept up my entire body, like he was memorizing every feature, filing away every possible detail so that he could revisit and reflect upon it later. “My god, Amelia.” His voice was hoarse. I should have felt embarrassed, baring myself to him like this, but I didn’t. I wanted him to see me—allof me.
Something inside of my chest thrummed wildly as I watched him take an eager step toward me. It was his turn to take back control of this moment, and I felt a damp aching between my thighs in anticipation. He studied my breasts, eyes glazed, seemingly distracted from anything else but the way that my nipples pebbled as he approached.
His hand reached out to cup my breast, and the feel of his warm hand encircling me, fingers reaching to knead not-so-gently around my nipple, sending an electric shock directly to my core. I felt myself clench there, but it was hollow. Wanting. Needing.
Logan bent down, setting one knee to the floor, and gently pressed his soft lips to the sensitive skin underneath the breast he still held in his hand, skating over my rib bone with his tongue. I arched myself against his mouth, desperate for more of him, more of this. As he nibbled and sucked, he simultaneously pinched my nipple and I gasped, having to press both of my hands against his shoulders to hold myself upright.
His mouth moved across to explore along my rib cage, traveling lower, and I felt the pressure of his teeth as they grazed along my hip bone just above my panty line.
His other hand, the one not currently working my breast into a delightfully blinding fury, pressed against my spine at the small of my back, forcing my hips forward against his face. His nose brushed against the inner lining of my thong, along my thigh, and I felt an intense throbbing from the sensitive point at the center of my panties, so close to where his mouth was. I pressed my thighs together, squeezing my muscles in an attempt to create pressure, but it wasn’t enough.
As I tilted further into him, needing his mouth to find my center, I heard a guttural groan escape from the back of his throat. He knew what I wanted but was making me wait for it, teasing me into oblivion as his mouth descended even lower, moving to another sensitive point inside my thigh.
I felt myself involuntarily buck my hips into the air above him, and he hummed his approval as his tongue and teeth skated back up my leg. The hand that had been on my breast traveled lower, and I saw as he watched his own thumb glide gently along the center of my panties, where the fabric was now damp. The warm hand he had on my back pressed into my spine again, pushing me further against his thumb, and I saw stars. The pressure of his thumb,there, was almost more than I could take.
Except I was wrong. Because that very thumb gently pushed my panties to the side, revealing my glistening skin underneath, and Logan moved his head to lightly kiss me where I throbbed, and I almost exploded into a fury of fire on the spot.
“Mygod, Amelia,” he said again, his voice hushed and raspy, his eyes locked in on my center, “you taste incredible.” I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and I felt my hips buck again, desperately seeking the friction of his mouth against me. He smiled as he looked up at me, his eyes full of longing, full of outright appreciation and shimmering mischief, and I watched with amazement as he covered my core with his mouth.
My knees buckled, but Logan held my hips up with his strong hands, keeping me from falling over as his mouth began a silent assault, licking and sucking and nibbling. My head lolled back, eyes closed, as I surrendered my entire body over to his touch.
