Page 63 of Fast Kill

He obliged, slipping one hand around to cradle her sex, his middle finger rubbing her clit while he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Taylor groaned and pressed back as pleasure sizzled across her nerve endings. He was huge inside her, filling her completely with his heat and it felt so damn good combined with the way he was stroking her.

Nuzzling the crook of her neck and shoulder, he buried his cock inside her, one hand on her hip to keep her steady.

“Ah, hell, you feel so good,” he breathed against her neck, his warm breath and the tickle of his beard making her shiver.

“You too,” she gasped out. She was dizzy. Breathless.

There were no more words, only sensation, and she wanted more. She let her body take over, following Logan’s slow rhythm, angling her hips so he hit just the right spot. Her whimper of surrender sounded loud to her own ears but he made a soothing sound and nibbled at the side of her neck as he rode her, stroking all the best places at once.

Ecstasy hovered at the edge of her consciousness. She let her body float toward it, guided along by Logan’s sure movements. The muscles of her belly and thighs pulled taut. Her breath caught in her throat as the pleasure crested and burst, wringing cry after cry of ecstasy from her throat.

Logan wrapped his free arm around her and locked her tight to him, his teeth scraping at the side of her neck as he drove in harder. Faster. She was still coming down from her high when he buried his face against her skin and groaned in pure pleasure, his big body shuddering with the force of his own orgasm.

Taylor lay sprawled with her upper body flat on the mattress, too weak to move. It was like he’d melted all her bones and liquefied her muscles.

Oh my God. So.Good. So good with him.

After a minute, he gently eased out of her and kissed her shoulder. The mattress dipped again and she heard his soft footfalls on the carpet. She rolled to her side and drew the covers over her, too blissed out to find out where he was going.

The water ran in the bathroom sink a moment later, then he came back and slipped in behind her. He drew her back into the curve of his body, those powerful arms contracting around her. She groaned in utter contentment and forced herself to roll over so she could snuggle up against his chest, the scattering of hairs there tickling her nose.

“I actually did bring us breakfast,” he whispered against her hair, stroking the fingers of one hand through it. “Not just condoms.”

She had to be careful she didn’t start drooling at the thought of eating in bed with him and then having another round of fabulous sex. “That was nice of you.”

“You hungry?”

“Mmm, later. Don’t wanna move.”

“Well then, my work here is done,” he said on a proud chuckle.

They lay quietly for a long time while she soaked up his heat and the thud of his heartbeat beneath her cheek as he held her. “You working today?” he finally asked.

“I should.” But she still didn’t want to, and that wasn’t like her at all. And she really needed to get back to the investigation because she’d already taken most of yesterday off. She should feel more guilty about that, but apparently being targeted for death then having crazy hot sex with Logan had changed the way she looked at everything. “Might have a meeting later on, Chris said he’d call and let me know. You working?”

“Physio in an hour, then I’m meeting some of the guys for some light training and we’ll grab something to eat after.” He stroked her back with his blunt fingertips, making her want to purr. “Call me when you’re done for the day? I don’t want to hang around here and distract you if you’ve got stuff to get done.”

“Good call.” Because he was the biggest distraction she’d ever come across. Even in full workaholic mode with this time-sensitive investigation going on, she would never have the strength to resist him if he stayed here.

“Can I ask you something?”

She opened her eyes but didn’t look up at him, something inside her stilling at his tone. She didn’t want this peaceful interlude to end, but she knew it had to eventually. “Sure.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot and wanted to ask you, but it never seemed to be the right time.”

She was fully awake now, some of the sensual bliss fading away at his words. “Okay.”

His hand never ceased its slow, gentle stroking up and down her back. Soothing. Caring. The man had amazing hands. “How did you wind up in foster care?”

Of all the things he could have asked, she hadn’t seen that one coming. Maybe she should have. It was natural for him to be curious about her, since they’d been intimate and were still getting to know each other. Because she felt safe with him, she was willing to tell him. It was time. But she couldn’t look at him when she did. There was still too much humiliation for her surrounding the incident.

“You sure you want to know?”

“Yes. But only if you want to tell me. If you don’t, I understand.”

She drew a deep breath. “I told you my parents were both addicts.”

“Yes.”

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