“Don’t move yet,” he advised. “I want to watch this.”

Slowly, he slid his cock against her tongue, from the large, salty head leaking fluid, past the ridge, down the entire silky length, until he was pressing back against her throat again.

“Now close your lips around me.”

Tara didn’t hesitate, and the heat of his flesh in her mouth fit perfectly. She moaned.

“Good girl. I want to fuck your mouth. If it’s too much, snap your fingers, okay?”

She’d barely finished nodding before he set a blistering pace as he thrust past her lips. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair again as he groaned and slid over her tongue, to the back of her throat again and again.

The taste of him suffused her. His scent sank into her pores.

“That’s it, Cherry. Dear fucking God, you’re going to kill me. Yes, baby! Oh, yeah. Damn . . . I’m not going to last. Now swallow me, every drop.”

Tara tensed. She’d never actually swallowed. The few times she’d managed to finish the job, she’d always discreetly spit into a nearby cup or sink. But the thought of this intimate act with Logan, pleasing him, she was nervous, but not scared.

She sucked harder, pulling against his thrusts to create more friction, running her tongue all up and down his length, nipping at the head with her teeth.

“That’s it. I’m . . . there. Damn.” His fingers tightened in her hair. He pulsed on her tongue. “Fuck!”

Warm jets of salty fluid sprayed to the back of her throat, coating her tongue. Feeling the way his body shuddered, hearing his whispered “Cherry, baby, yes . . .” filled her with something she couldn’t quite explain. Happiness was too simple, as was pride. It was a deepening connection, a gladness that she’d given him something he desired.

She softened her suction, lapping at him, bringing him down slowly. He cradled her head at the crown, then caressed her hair, filtering the strands through his hair for a long moment until he pulled free.

When she looked up to meet his gaze, he wore this dazed, happy expression. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. He was so blindingly handsome when he smiled that the sight of him almost hurt.

He sighed, then leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose just before he stumbled to the bed and fell flat on his back with a wobbly smile. “That was . . . awesome. No, incredible.” Logan shifted his body to his side, then propped his head on his hand to look at her. “I needed that.”

Warmth suffused her. As broken as he’d been, she was happy to offer him some form of release that hadn’t come from his own hand.

“You don’t let the subs at the club do that to you?”

Logan shook his head. “The last one who tried spent twenty minutes at it. It wasn’t going to happen, so I let her off the hook. My fault, not hers.”

Conflicting emotions clashed inside her: pride that she’d succeeded where others had failed, but jealousy that other women had taken him in their mouth. It wasn’t rational or fair. If anything, he had more reason to be jealous. She’d been engaged, had sex in the last five years. Feeling proprietary wasn’t smart. She was supposed to be getting over him, helping him let go. But she supposed it was only natural to feel close to him when his scent and taste still lingered and he laid beside her, watching intently. The right time to say good-bye would hit them both, and they’d be done, whole people ready to face their lives.

“You’re staring off into space. Did I lose you already?”

She shook her head. “It’s just been a momentous day.”

He winced. “Two orgasms, a spanking, being fondled by a stranger, and a breakup. If you’re too tired for more, I’d be perfectly happy to get you off with my tongue, then let you go to sleep. Is that what you want, Cherry?”

Chapter Nine

WAS Logan suggesting they not make love? Or rather, not have sex. They weren’t in love anymore. Freudian slip. As much as she loved his tongue on her—she coiled tight with desire as she remembered the feel of his mouth pushing her up and over—that wasn’t what Tara wanted. Besides, she didn’t think they’d ever be able to move on again until they’d truly connected.

“I’d rather have you inside me.”

His blue eyes darkened. “Come here, baby.”

Tara eased back on the bed, closer to him.

“Let me see those pretty nipples.”

Blushing, she did as he asked, then sucked in a breath when he drew one into his mouth, then pinched the other between this thumb and fingers. Tara gasped as the sensation shot directly to her clit. When his teeth nipped at the sensitive bud, her body jolted with sensation.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against her breast.

There was no way she couldn’t obey that. Slowly, intentionally teasing him, she parted her thighs. Logan grunted, growled a warning, then shoved his body between her knees and pried her thighs open wide.

“I ought to spank you for that.”

Tara grimaced at the thought.

He grinned. “You sore, baby?”

“A little.”

“Let me see.”

She hesitated. God, she hated to show anyone her less-than-perfect backside, but especially perfectly yummy Logan. But he’d only push her until she complied. With a sigh, Tara rolled over.

He hissed out a curse. “I’m so sorry I bruised you, Cherry. I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, you will. I bruise really easily. It didn’t hurt. Well, not too much.”

Logan caressed her ass with gentle fingers, then rolled her back to face him, his expression full of concern that melted her more than it should. “If I ever truly hurt you, I expect you to use your safe word. Understood?”

“I got it. I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself.”

He nodded. “You’ve done well, adapted faster than many would, despite the other issues going on in your life now. I’m proud of you.”

His words shouldn’t mean anything to her. They were just finding a way to get past each other and moving on. But his praise warmed her. “Thanks.”

“In the meantime, I think I can make up for these bruises.” He dragged one finger through her soaking folds. She’d been aware that she was wet, but this was almost embarrassing. “Someone’s aroused.”

As she watched his cock rise up hard and tall again, Tara gave him a pointed glance down, then slanted him a saucy smile. “Clearly.”

“Bratty girl. I’ll definitely spank you again.” He lowered himself over her, covering her thighs, belly, and chest, before buying his face in her neck. “Later.”

At the feel of him on top of her, heat raced through her veins like a drug. She clutched him, held him tight. Probably not smart, but Logan’s tenderness was getting to her. Like this, he made everything feel so intimate.

He inhaled her, drawing in her fragrance. “Hmm. Sweet and spicy, like cherry-vanilla. I used to promise myself that I’d lick your skin again if I ever got the chance.”

And he did, drawing his tongue over her neck, her shoulder, breathing fire all over her. Tara shuddered.

Then he eased down her body and sucked her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. The little points ached from everything they’d endured today. Brad had always been an ass man, so he’d paid little attention to her breasts. The one time she and Logan had had sex, he’d taken a ravenous interest in her wide pink areolas and hard nipples.

Every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth now only enthralled her more. She writhed under his body, unconsciously spreading her legs wider.

“Do you want me, Cherry?” He nibbled on the underswell of her breast, then dragged his tongue to the tip before sucking it deep inside, then giving it a dizzying little bite.

Even if she hadn’t already decided this would be the best way for them both to move on, Tara wouldn’t have been able to resist him. “Please.”

“A sweet little plea. You, I’d never even try to resist. I’d fail miserably.”

She barely managed to smile at his sweet words before his hips slid between her thighs and he settled the head of his cock to her entrance. Tara tensed. It had been over a month since she’d had sex, and Logan was much bigger than Brad. This was going to stretch and burn—in a good way.

He cradled her cheek, caressing with his thumb. “Take me, Cherry. All of me.”

Then he pushed into her slowly, inexorably, one torturous inch at a time, no pausing, no waiting, just a slow, relentless entry.

She wriggled against the slight sting of discomfort, but kept taking him. She wanted to feel him deep and know that, for that moment, he was totally hers. Thrill and pride filled her because he chose to be with her after he’d denied all others for years.

With that thought, Tara lifted her hips to him, impaling herself on the last of his hard length. She gasped as she stretched wide to accommodate him. God, he seared her. Everywhere inside her, so big, filling her so perfectly.

“That’s a snug fit, baby.” He threw back his head and groaned. “So fucking good.”

Tara felt the sound resonate through her body, seep all the way down to her bones. She hadn’t been this close to Logan Edgington in a dozen years, and in some ways being with him felt so extraordinary. In others, it felt so natural.

She eased her legs up higher on his hips. He sank down into her until his balls rested against her. The dizzying feelings of his hard cock filling her rivaled her amazement that he was inside her, joined with her, once again. “You’re really here.”

“Yeah, Cherry. And I’m going to stay here as long as you’ll let me.”

His low, sensual words made her shiver as he eased back, almost to the point of withdrawal. The friction made her gasp. With anyone other than Logan, the pleasure gleaned during sex had been fleeting, because she’d been making someone else happy more than feeling real ecstasy herself. Now, every nerve in her body pinged with life, every cell attuned to him. Her whole body was strung up, the rest of the world fading away, until only Logan existed as he filled her again, nudging all the way up at the end of her channel.

“Cherry, give me your hands.”

Her hands? Tara frowned, then realized that she’d dug her nails into his shoulders already. She lifted them away and set her hands on the bed, next to his. “Sorry if I hurt you.”

“No.” Those burning blue eyes of his stared down at her, into her soul, and his body began working in deep, rhythmic strokes in and out of her. Tingles drifted like snow flurries through her veins. “I want to touch you everywhere. I need more control.”

She barely nodded before he took both her wrists and gathered them together in one firm hand, stringing them over her head. He ran his free hand down her body, then under her ass, angling her to take him even deeper. She gasped at the sensation, the burning fullness. He plunged in again, every rhythmic thrust stimulating her swollen clit.

Under him, she writhed, moaned. “Faster.”

He didn’t change pace. “Soon.”

With Logan’s entire torso covering her, the crisp hair on his chest rasped against her taut nipples. His so-blue eyes kept her gaze prisoner as he moved inside her again and again, sinking deeper with every thrust, not just into her body, but with his gaze, with his will. Take all of me, it said.

Tara hoped that being with him would heal him, make him a whole, happy man again—and allow her to move on finally, too. But it wasn’t her concern for him that had her mewling, helpless to the charge and flash of sensations bursting all through her body as she thrashed under him. It was simply Logan and the way he made her feel special. Possessed.

So she took all of him, every grunted thrust, every wild kiss, every whispered word.

“You’re so incredible, Cherry.” He closed his eyes. “Nothing has ever felt better. I could stay inside you all night, all day, all eternity, and still want you more.”

Everything within her responded to him. Together, they strained for more pleasure, two halves of a whole both aching for something desperately that they could only get from the other.

With her hands pinned immobile by his grip, Tara had no way to exorcise her need to touch him except to lift her head and press her lips to his. Immediately, he took complete possession of her mouth. She melted, opening herself, unfurling, almost as if she could feel her mind, her heart, her very soul welcoming him.

Oh, God. This was dangerous. And there was no way she could stop.

“Yeah, Cherry.” He swallowed, panted, fused their gazes together. “I.” Thrust. “Can’t.” Thrust. “Take.” Thrust. “Another.” Thrust. “Minute.” Thrust. “Without.” Thrust. “You.”

Tara cried out as his words sizzled clear through her. Pleasure spiraled, a hot drizzle of sensation that burned her all the way to her core until she clenched down on him tight, hanging on the edge of the precipice. She writhed, cried out.

“Say you need this,” he demanded as he slammed into her again.