Stay With Me(19)

She met his tongue with her own, tasting him, absorbing his strength, his scent.

“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered. “You have to know that.”

A fist clutched at her throat. Her nose stung, and she fought the swell of emotion. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to reach out and hold his words close to her heart. More than anything she wanted to be with him and Rhys. Always.

“I don’t want to go,” she said in a broken voice. “I never wanted to go anywhere. But I couldn’t stay, Logan.”

He kissed her again, swallowing her distress. His arms encircled her, his hands splaying out over her back, cupping her tenderly. They slid down to her ass, and he lifted then lowered her, aiding his thrusts.

“Ride me, baby. Sit up and take your man. Take him hard.”

She rose, feeling like a goddess, power flowing through her when she saw the feral light in his eyes. He wanted her desperately. No matter the past, right here and right now, he only saw her. Only wanted her. He was hers to command, his body her playground.

Her hands trailed up the midline of his chest, then parted as her fingers circled his ni**les. She played in the fine hairs on his upper chest, then chased them down his firm belly to his navel.

The muscles in his abdomen clenched and rippled as she picked up her pace. She squeezed her knees against his sides, threw back her head and raised her hands to her br**sts.

He trembled and shook as she rose and fell above him. She cupped her br**sts in her palms and pinched the ni**les between her fingers, elongating them into taut peaks.

His fingers dug into her hips as she continued to tease him. “I’m close, baby. So close,” he groaned. “Come with me. I want you with me.”

She paused for the merest of moments. Leaning down, she swept her lips across his in a tender kiss. “I’ve never wanted to be without you, Logan.”

Clutching him to her, she undulated her hips, closing her eyes as her orgasm blew like wind, the most gentle of breezes, through her groin.

Warm, sweet, and spreading like honey, pleasure…love. She shook, and he held her. His cry sounded in her ears as he flooded into her.

Suddenly she was swept into the grip of yet another orgasm, sharper this time, the first merely a prelude.

“Logan!” she gasped.

He fused his mouth to hers, gasping for breath even as he took hers. He devoured her, ravenous, hungry. His teeth grazed her lips, nipped then sucked avidly.

His hands gripped her bu**ocks, pressing her against him as he bucked underneath her. Finally he slowed, his thrusts more gentle, long and easy.

She came to rest on top of him, her body limp and satisfied, draped across him like a rag. His hands caressed her, moving over her curves with tenderness that made her ache.

“Can you reach the covers?” he asked faintly. “Because I’m not sure I can move.”

She chuckled softly and reached blindly down, groping for the sheets. She made a halfhearted kick then pulled them over her body to cover them both.

“Another nap sounds pretty damn good,” he murmured in her ear.

“Want me to move?” she asked in a sleepy voice, though she had no desire to go anywhere.

“Don’t move a muscle. You feel good.”

“Love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, baby.”

He squeezed her close to him, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like things would actually be all right.

Chapter Ten

Logan got up the next morning, the pale light of dawn filtering through the drapes. Rhys was sprawled on the couch across the suite, and Logan winced at how uncomfortable he looked.He pulled on a pair of shorts then walked over to Rhys and shook him awake.

“You look like hell, man,” Logan said in amusement.

“Gee thanks,” Rhys said around a yawn.

“Look, I wanted to say thanks for yesterday.”

Rhys sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Not a problem.”

“I’d like to return the favor this morning. I need to make phone calls so we can kick-start this vacation. I know we were supposed to all have breakfast together, but why don’t I leave you with Catherine, and I’ll catch up to you later on the beach.”

Rhys nodded and looked over at the bed. Longing flickered in his eyes.

“I’ll hop in the shower and be out of here in ten minutes,” Logan promised.

Rhys hauled himself up and headed for the bed. He crawled up next to Catherine and pulled her into his arms.

She muttered a sleepy “Rhys”, and Logan smiled. He felt lighter today. He felt hope. The mind-numbing panic was, for the moment, gone.

He and Rhys were getting another chance, and he was determined they wouldn’t f**k it up.

***

Catherine woke to Rhys’ lips pressing tender kisses over her shoulder.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he murmured.

She turned over and cuddled into his chest. “Where were you?” she asked.

“I was here. I slept on the couch. Miss me?”

She put her hand to his chest, content to touch him. “Very much. Where’s Logan?”

“He’s making phone calls.”

She stiffened, and Rhys cupped her chin, forcing her gaze upward. “It’s not what you think, Cat. When we flew down here, we weren’t sure if we’d find you or if you were even here. We left abruptly, and no one knows where the hell we are. He needs to smooth some things with the company and make it so we can spend the rest of our vacation here with you.”