But when she was in his arms, like now, when he couldn’t seem to get close enough, she felt adored. Like the only woman in his world.
Logan cupped her, lifting her closer as he nipped her lobe and whispered to her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I dreamed of you. Wanted you. Fantasized. For me, it’s always been you.”
And with every word, he forged deeper inside her slick, swelling pussy, scraping against her sensitized flesh. When he was like this, it was so easy to crave him, care about him, impossible to remember any reason she shouldn’t.
“That’s it, Cherry. Get all tight on me.” He slowed his strokes, lingering over the one spot designed to send her soaring.
“Please, Logan!” she dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling her world tilt out of control.
“It’s right here, baby. Let me give you what you need.” He grabbed her tighter, ground into her, against the spot that ached most.
That was all she had to hear. With his voice mingling with her racing heartbeat, and their bodies moving as one, pleasure rushed her. Overwhelmed by the sensation overtaking her body and Logan shouting her name, she reveled when he followed her into the rush, coming inside her in a hot, liquid release.
Long moments and hard breaths later, Logan set her on her feet, then braced one hand on the wall above her shoulder for support. He nuzzled her neck as he panted, “I can’t stop fucking you. You’re killing me.”
Her legs felt boneless, too. Still, she teased, “You’re complaining?”
He lifted his head, even with water plastering his hair to his forehead, he was the most heart-stopping man she’d ever seen. The thick, black fringe of his lashes framed blue, blue eyes that sparkled with sudden mischief. “Hell, no. If I die from having too much sex with you, that’s the best possible way to go.”
Tara rolled her eyes, but couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. Until she began washing up. No missing his semen leaking from her sex. And she wondered again why she’d held her birth-control pill in her hand last night . . . then elected not to take it. She wasn’t sure she trusted him entirely, but she wanted him so badly, wanted to tie him to her always. Swept by the rightness of the image of her holding his son or daughter.
He watched her intently, almost as if he knew what she was thinking. Given their intense connection, it was possible he did.
“Cherry, did you take your pill last night?”
It would be so easy to lie and say she forgot, but she wasn’t a coward. “No.”
His smile dazzled her. “You’re making me hard all over again. I want you committed to me. Tell me you haven’t thought about the future and kids. I have. I’ve been thinking about that a lot, about little girls with red hair.”
A big part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and admit that she’d thought about it, too. But she hadn’t come to Fantasy Key to hash out her personal life. She’d be here a few days at most. They could sort all this out afterward.
“Logan, I can’t think about the future now. My mission here is to find Darcy and arrest her tormenters. After that . . . we’ll talk. It’s not as simple as me getting over the past. Adam is my only family, the one who’d walk me down the aisle. And he hates you. We can’t pretend that being together would be easy.”
It wouldn’t. And not preventing herself from getting pregnant didn’t sound smart, but she’d looked at the little tablet and the glass of water—and just couldn’t bring herself to swallow them. What did that mean?
“Being with me would force hard choices on you. I understand that and I wish I could change it. I can only say that, if you choose me, I’d do everything possible to not make your regret your decision.”
Whereas Adam would try his damndest to come between them. He might not be worried anymore that Logan was only after one thing, but he’d never forgiven Logan for breaking her heart. “But that isn’t our only obstacle. You’re still a SEAL, barely ever home and—”
“I can say the word tomorrow and have a position as a BUD/S instructor in Coronado, California.”
An instructor? He’d be in one place, no more missions? “Would you be happy being sidelined?”
“I like the teams. Hell, I’ve loved them. But I love you more.”
Tara blinked. Of all the things she’d expected him to say, this wasn’t it. She stared—and couldn’t deny that his words touched her. Tears stung her eyes. “I couldn’t make you give up something you love for me.”
“You’re not making me. I’m volunteering, totally willingly.” Before she could open her mouth, he laid a finger over her lips. “Think about it. I know we have a different agenda right now, but when this is over, okay?”
Didn’t she owe them both that much? Whatever they had between them had long since stopped feeling like merely bringing closure to their shared past. This now felt more like a possible future. As much as her heart embraced that, she couldn’t deny that Logan still scared the hell out of her.
Silently, she nodded as he cut off the shower.
He kissed the tip of her nose, then stepped out onto the cool tile and handed her a towel. As she dried off, he wrapped his own around his waist, and checked his cell phone. “Damn, only thirty minutes before dinner. When the hell are they going to bring our luggage?”
Other than his carry-on with the sat phone and laptop, he had nothing. Tara had only a few toiletries.
No sooner than he spoke the words, then a knock resounded through the room.
“Porter,” the man from the other side called.
Logan secured the towel around his waist, then shut the bathroom door to shield her before he answered the door. Tara peeked through the crack as he wrenched the door open and found their luggage sitting by the portal.
With a frown, he carted the suitcases inside. Tara knew what he was thinking. If the resort’s management only intended to x-ray luggage to ensure no one brought weapons into the resort, as they said, why was their luggage so delayed: There hadn’t been a ton of guests at the orientation—maybe twenty—and the resort wasn’t that big. She bit her lip. Something definitely wasn’t right.
Something like Fantasy Key already knowing that she and Logan had come to take them down.
Maybe it would be wiser to abort this mission, but she refused to leave Darcy to certain death, not while she could still save her friend. The suspicious look on Logan’s face said his thoughts were chugging down the same track.
“Open the suitcase I packed for you.” Make sure everything is untouched. “Get dressed in the beige silk. No bra. No panties. Quickly. We’re pressed for time.”