Page 29 of Consuming Logan

Taking the bottle of water, she smiled to herself noting he’d loosened the cap for her. Yes, loving a woman made a man do crazy shit like opening twisty caps and insisting on carrying the one grocery bag even if it’s only a loaf of sponge cake and a chewing gum pack.

“Ah,” she sighed, sealing her lips around the bottle neck for a long draw. With her fingers she stroked the ribbed length of the plastic. Slowly she inserted her fingers in her mouth, licking the trails of dew from her digits. She audibly gulped and his cock hardened.

“We can talk later about your job,” he said, trying for a nonchalant shrug. Logan crouched down in the soil next to Ava. He should’ve said he loved her. He should have said I’m sorry for being an ass. Instead, he said, “I have something for you.”

“Is it handcuffs?” Ava gave him a twisted smirk, “Because I am volunteering at the Second Chance House today. I’m not going to be a prisoner until this guy is apprehended. So, if you need something—”

He lifted his right hand to remove a dirt smudge from her forehead, before he remembered the hand wasn’t in a cooperative mood.

“I need something,” he interrupted.

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’ll bite.”

Using his left hand, he licked his thumb and removed the dark streak from her face. “I like the sound of that.” Her skin was so soft. It reminded him how fragile she really was. How he could have lost her. “Any more spotting? Do you feel okay?”

“No,” she said, her voice soft. “Except for the bruising, I’m myself.”

Lowering his hand to her nape, he angled her head. “Good, sweetheart,” he rumbled, doing nothing to disguise the raw hunger in his voice.

She gasped in shock. “We shouldn’t.”

“I can go slow,” he growled. Logan pressed his mouth to hers. He took full advantage, gliding his tongue over her bottom lip before slipping into her warm mouth. This kiss wasn’t meant to be gentle. It cut through unshed tears, silent fears, and unspoken guilt. A groan, his and hers, sounded and Logan pulled her deeper. When she tried to speak, he cut her off, tilting her head back, knowing she needed his control.

“Logan,” she sighed. “Don’t stop.”

“Demanding woman,” he chuckled. Reaching behind his back, he pulled the small paperback from his jeans pocket. He held the book in front of her face, waiting while she read. “I’ll do this now. Then, I’ll give you what you want?”

Ava cradled the book as she read the title. “Popular Baby Names for the 21stCentury.”

After reading the title, Ava’s lips split into a broad smile. Logan reached for her. “We got this parenting thing, sweetheart.”

She threw her arms around him, holding on as if he would disappear if she let go. She was going to be a great mother.

“I love you, Logan Masters.”

He gripped Ava’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you remember what I told you the second time you tried to refuse to date me?”

Meeting his eyes, she nodded. “I said that I was a tornado looking for a place to land.”

“I’m still your storm chaser,” he whispered. “No matter how bleak things may seem, I’ll always be with you, a shield against the dark clouds.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” she sniffled.

He waggled his brows. “I’d rather make you scream.”

Ava stood to her feet, facing him. His breath hitched. She was braless. Great balls of fire. Her full breasts swelled before his eyes, the nipples ripening into taut buds with each passing second.

“Are you sure you’re ready for all this?” she asked, her tongue gliding out to wet her lips. Logan imagined himself sucking her full bottom lip into his mouth.

“Damn sure,” he growled.

When she moved to open the slider leading into the house, Logan stopped her.

“What?” she regarded him over her shoulder.

He tugged her back into his arm. “Let’s enjoy the sunshine.”

She pivoted, flattening her breasts against his chest. “What are you up to?”