I gripped Logan’s shoulders, unsure if I could take more pleasure. Logan looked at me, seeming to understand my intention.
“This is for me, Maddie,” he said, his voice raspy. He paused as he ran the tip of his tongue up between my folds until he stopped at my engorged clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked hard, making me cry out. “I need to smell you and taste you. I need to feel you quiver beneath my mouth.”
I was lost again as he ruthlessly used his mouth to take me to the edge. I gripped the couch when he first thrust one, then two fingers inside me, twisting them in and out, mimicking what I knew he would demand later. What I would give him with all my heart and beg him to take more. His mouth never stopped working on my clit, and the combination was too much as I lost myself to another orgasm.
When I was finally able to raise my head again, I opened my eyes and looked at him. Pure male satisfaction radiated from him, but as my gaze lowered to his pants, I could also see how hard and aroused he was.
“Wow, that was great, but now I’m exhausted. Ready to go to bed? I bet I’ll be asleep before my head hits the pillow.” I looked at him innocently.
Logan grinned, a devilish look in his eye. “There’ll be a lot more begging before the night’s over. And I’m betting that it’ll all be coming from you.”
I laughed, but my amusement quickly vanished as he picked me up and strode into the bedroom. He used my body in ways that, in the morning, would make me sore in places I never knew existed, but I loved every minute of it. As long as I kept my mind on the physical pleasure, I could keep my fear about losing Logan at bay, at least for tonight.
Chapter Five
Despite the pleasures of last night, all my problems were still there the next morning when I woke up. Somehow, it had been possible to blot out Logan’s betrayal last night, but as I gazed at him sleeping peacefully beside me, I wanted to grab him and shake him awake and demand to know how he could ruin everything between us.
I took a deep breath before I actually followed through on the impulse. I had been doing some thinking this morning while Logan had slept. Maybe what he had done wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Yes, he had let Kristina visit him in the hospital, but he had been in an accident. An accident bad enough that he had lost consciousness. He probably wasn’t in the best state of mind. Plus, just because she had visited him in the hospital didn’t mean that there was anything going on between them.
The key was Mack. Marcus. I would somehow get him alone and ask him if Logan and Kristina were having an affair. If he was any kind of a decent person, even if he denied it, I was sure I would be able to tell if he was lying by the expression on his face. It would give him away. It may not be the best plan, but it was the only one I had.
I was lost in my thoughts, not realizing that Logan had awakened.
“Hey,” he said softly, his eyes soft and warm as he watched me.
“Hey, yourself. I guess you finally decided to wake up.”
He smiled, and I felt myself break a little inside at the sweetness of it. He couldn’t have betrayed me. He couldn’t have.
“I had an amazing dream that I was with this beautiful woman, and we made love to each other in ways I never imagined. I didn’t want to wake up.” He reached over and caressed my cheek. “Then I realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was real life, so then I couldn’t wait to wake up.”
I pushed his shoulder, trying to laugh but my voice broke with emotion. “If you think you’re getting laid again this morning with that line, you’re wrong. I’m too sore to do anything but lie here.”
Logan grinned, but then got a serious look on his face. “Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He reached down and stroked me gently between my legs. “Does it hurt at all?”
“Logan,” I protested, feeling a little awkward by his touch. It was one thing for him to do that in the heat of the moment, but he was doing it so matter-of-factly now in the light of day.
He quirked his mouth. “I think it’s a little too late to be shy. I just want to make sure my baby’s pussy is okay.”
“Logan!” I laughed, feeling embarrassed, yet pleased, by his words. It made me happy that our intimacy wasn’t just based on desire, but also care and concern for each other. I wished so much that I could have been there for Logan when he was in the hospital in L.A.
I stopped that train of thought before I could get any further, not wanting to think about who had been there for him. “I promise I’m okay. A little sore, but that’s all.”
“Good.” Logan looked at the clock on the bedside table and sighed. “As much as I would like to take advantage of you again this morning, I have an early meeting.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before getting out of bed. I watched him, admiring his long, leanly mus
cled naked body. He grinned at me as I made a sound of approval. “We’re staying here again tonight, right?”
As much as I wanted to spend time with him, I didn’t know how long I could keep up the charade of things being okay. It was one thing when we were in the throes of passion—I could forget about it then. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to pretend like I wasn’t in inner turmoil for an extended period of time, never mind a whole weekend. I decided to lie.
“Actually, I think I should spend the weekend at my place. Alone.” I quickly continued to speak when I saw Logan’s face darken. “Emily is going through some stuff right now and I think she needs a girl’s weekend. She’s confused about her job and her love life and she needs to talk about it.”
Logan frowned. “You need a whole weekend for that?”
“I just think I should spend tonight and Saturday with her. I’ll come over Saturday night and spend the night here, though.” I wrinkled my nose. “Come to think of it, I told her I would have brunch with her on Sunday, too.” I frowned at Logan’s exasperated look, hoping he didn’t see through my excuses. “I’ve been spending so little time with her lately since we’re always together.”
His expression tightened. “I didn’t think that was a problem.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, trying to hide my frustration. “I just meant that Emily and I used to spend a lot of time together before our relationship. Now, I’m lucky if I get to see her once every other week since she’s so busy at work and traveling all the time.”