Page 3 of Consuming Logan

“A small wedding with the two of us, friends and family would’ve worked for me.”

“If you wanted small,” he said pumping his hips, “you chose the wrong man.”

“I’m serious, babe.”

Ava’s voice trailed off and he recognized to ease her concerns about tonight, he needed a better distraction.

Logan stroked one finger down her cheek. “You’re worried something will go wrong,” he whispered, “but I have you.” Silence spread giving his vow the time needed to penetrate and soothe her fears. He didn’t promise perfection, but he could guarantee his protection.

A furrow formed between her brows before she hit him with a sexy glower. And just like that, the weighted moment passed.

“With good reason. Your mother did invite my ex to our last engagement party.”

“It wasn’t a total loss.” The man had hurt Ava. He deserved punishment. Exacting Ava’s retribution had given Logan a deep satisfaction.

“Punching Marcus in the face was a win?”

She angled her head regarding him. Wide eyes waited for a reasonable explanation. There wasn’t one Logan could provide. He gave a wry grin. “In my book.”

Why did men behave as fools for women? In Logan’s case, it terrified him that he could never live a truly happy life without her.

Ava’s voice rose an octave. “Oh my Todd,” she railed.

His woman refused to toss around her religion, so Logan had made the adjustment to, oh my Todd instead of my God during their first month together.

“No need to swear, sweetheart. Tonight, will not be a repeat fiasco.”

“My hero,” she whispered.

“Have I ever failed you?” The duality of the statement didn’t escape Logan. It was his sincerest truth and his biggest fear.

“Never,” she laughed, dropping a kiss to his lips.

Not so fast, Logan thought, gliding his tongue into her mouth. He had every intention of making this a great morning. Slowly he trailed kisses down her neck, deliberately moistening the skin.

“Logan,” she hummed. “The time.”

Flashing a smile, Logan grabbed the delicate shoulder straps, slipping his fingers beneath, he pulled the material lower until Ava’s breasts came into full view. A jolt of energy short-circuited his brain and super-charged his groin. He groaned in anticipation. This kind of pain promised a back-arching pleasure.

“I know,” he whispered. “I can be creative with five minutes, sweetheart.”

Chapter 2

Ava wanted a simple, but elegant wedding.

Period.

End of discussion.

Instead, she’d returned home to a three-ring circus of catered events ala Maribelle Masters. The initial gratitude she felt at her mother and future mother-in-law working together to plan the announcement party, rehearsal dinner, and the wedding reception during her six-month deployment had vanished. Logan’s excitement about their upcoming nuptials was infectious, but her confidence that this made-for-television mini-series would happen without a hiccup, not so much.

Was she over-reacting? No one else had a complaint…really. Her mother wanted to host the rehearsal dinner, but Maribelle had reserved the Tower Club. Oh, and the sticking point…the venue had been announced in the newspaper before either of them could object.

Was she being ungrateful? Maybe.

A world celebration had never been her goal. The Prince Harry and Meghan approach held little appeal.

She just wanted Logan.