Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #7)(52)

With his face still close to mine, I could feel his lips moving against my skin. “I want this with you.”

I wanted it too, maybe more than I even knew. Gentle chaste kisses trailed down my neck, over my collarbone, and finally to my left breast. His hands followed his lowering body over my arms, tracing until they stopped at my hips. He stood again, kissing me quickly before backing me up against the jacuzzi tub ledge. I took one foot and placed it in the hot water, followed by the next. He held my hand to steady me from slipping, then joined me promptly, never letting his grip falter.

We dipped into the water together, precisely at the same time, while fully engulfed in another tantalizing joust with our tongues. During the embrace, he pulled me closer, straddling my body overtop his. I could feel his erection beneath me, pressing in just the right spot as if it knew where to go.

I wanted this man, utterly and completely. I thought it wasn’t possible to experience something so significant, but I couldn’t deny it, not anymore. Like pudding in a colander, I slipped into a sexual coma of the mind. As little parts of me awakened, I knew I was slowly allowing myself to feel again emotionally.

Logan pulled away and steadied his breathing again, this time driving my body to a standing position. He ran his hands up my inner thighs, all while staring at my *. I was hyperventilating, worried he’d judge me for some small flaw, or find something to deter him from continuing. One hand came over a small patch of trimmed hair that sat over my *. He was so close to my clit, maybe centimeters from my most sensitive area. He knew it too, tracing his fingertips over the outer lips, but never allowing himself entry. I wanted to sit down on the edge behind me and spread open for him, allowing him to have his way with me.

Before I could make that move, his face came forward, savoring the skin over my hip. The cool air was causing me to shiver, or maybe it was the fact that I was so exposed and undeniably turned on. I could feel my * pulsating, anxiously awaiting what I knew would come soon enough.

He stuck out his tongue and licked me, in between, dragging up until it stroked over my clit for the first time. My body tightened, the feeling so intense I had to steady myself from my weak knees dropping me back into the water.

Logan peered up, gazing into my eyes as he leaned forward again, sucking my clit in between his lips and tugging slightly. My head fell back, my eyes closing and trying to regain composure. His warm muscle continued on, flicking my clit while fingers brushed their way in between my lower lips. He teased my opening, never allowing his fingers entrance. I felt like I was going to fall apart, to succumb to the sheer pleasure he was giving me.

Then I felt them, those fingers penetrating their way inside of my tight walls. My inner muscles reacted to his movement, while his tender kisses enticed my clit.

Within seconds I fell apart, collapsing in the water overtop of him again. His lips were on mine instantly, allowing the lower part of me time to recuperate.

I wanted to pay him back with the same gesture, but he wasn’t having it, not when he knew he could slip inside of me and have the real thing. His hands cupped either side of my ass, determining the moment he’d slip into my * and take me to a place I never wanted to come back from. He was slow and steady, his eyes on my mine the entire time, as if to make sure we were still both okay with it happening. When he finally filled me completely, he stopped moving and leaned his forehead against mine, kissing me there. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Just give me a couple seconds. You feel so f*cking good. I’m afraid I’m going to lose it too soon.”

“We can always go again later. There’s no time limit. Our trip just started.”

He kissed me again on the lips. “I need it to be good for you, Cassie. You deserve to have someone cater to you.”

I ran my hands through his damp hair while staring into his dark eyes. “So do you.”

I began gradually moving my body over his. Our pace was slow, our kisses ravenous. A few minutes went by; a few glorious minutes where I felt like nothing in life could feel better. Then I watched him come undone. He dug his fingernails into my ass and stilled me, low groans escaping from his spent lips. I kissed them, letting my lips remain over his. Being with Logan was effortless. I didn’t feel like a whore, or something desperate to bury my demons. It felt right.

Just because the intercourse part was over, didn’t mean Logan was done. Once he calmed down, he spun me around and pulled my back up against his chest. His arms came around, and I twisted my neck around to kiss him again. He took the bar of soap from the little decorative box and began stroking it over my skin. He coursed it against each of my nipples, sending shooting tingles back down to my still pulsating *. This time I was the one making the soft noises.

Logan continued down, lowering his hand until it was over my * again. He rubbed with pressure, a constant tempo that sent me into a frenzy. While my body jerked above him, he did his best to steady me. Then I went limp, allowing him to hold me with his strong arms. He kissed the side of my face as we lay there together, no words necessary.

I was in heaven. Never had an encounter felt so intense. In all my time I’d spent with Brant, I’d never known him the way Logan was allowing me to. I didn’t even know how to comprehend it all.

Later, when we were both tired of being in the water, we retreated into the bedroom, choosing to share a bed instead of separating. Logan never let me out of his sight. He held me close, every so often kissing me to remind me he was there. Sleep came easy, probably because I knew there was no safer place to be than in his arms.