Page 35 of Annika's Aurora

“Coca-Cola. I meant to say Coca-Cola.”

She snorted, then sobered, still thinking about Suzanna. “I couldn’t go to her funeral. That killed me. I wanted to be there for her. For her friends, my students. But I was still in the hospital. My parents went in my place. It hurts that I couldn’t go.” It had been devastating to her not to be able to say goodbye. Suzanna had been a jewel of a student. Creative and fun. Her loss was deeply profound for the entire community.

“I know. It still hurts me sometimes too. I should have gone to Jamie’s. I will regret that forever.”

“Logan?”

“But you know what helped me?” he asked, interrupting her thought. “I went to his grave once. And I talked to him.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“It helped. How about sometime soon we take a drive to visit Suzanna’s grave.”

That sounded like a nice idea. She’d like the opportunity to tell her how sorry she was and to say goodbye. “I’d like that.”

“Think you can go back to sleep now?”

She nodded so he gathered her into his arms. Annika snuggled deeper into his embrace, filling her lungs with his sandalwood scent. It calmed her, letting her drift off to sleep.

The next morning Annika woke up surrounded by Logan. His hot hand stroked her stomach before moving up to cover her breast, her nipples hardened instantly against his palm. A moan escaped her lips while his mouth discovered the sensitive spot just below her ear. Then he kissed her with desperation as if after their conversation the previous night, he realized how close he had been to losing her, and he needed to reassure himself she was whole.

They went slower this time, each of them enjoyed finding what made the other quiver. Annika took the time to explore his body more thoroughly. And what a body it was. All hard muscle. All male. She lightly ran her nails down his abs, and he trembled. She loved that she could elicit that type of response from him just from her touch. But she wanted to do more than touch. She wanted to taste. She pushed him to his back and straddled him just as she had all those years ago by the lake. But this time, she took full advantage of the position.

Feeling his hardness at her core, she ground herself against him, forcing a moan from him as she kissed, nibbled, and tasted her way across his throat to his chest, thrilling at the hard smoothness of those magnificent muscles. She slid her hands over, around, and down his toned body until she grasped his erection.

That was it for him. It was all he could take of her torture. He growled low in his throat and flipped her over, coming to rest on top of her. She opened her mouth to protest the change in position, but he silenced her as he took her mouth with an unrivaled passion, leaving her to luxuriate in the sensations.

Logan pulled his mouth from hers to drag his lips down her neck to her breasts, where he spent significant time lavishing attention on them. But then he went lower. Her stomach muscles quivered as he kissed his way down her body. She protested again when he skipped the area of her body that most wanted his attention. But then his lips pressed kisses up her inner thighs. The kisses moved steadily higher, and the closer he got, the more her pussy ached in anticipation.

He stopped torturing her with kisses, and she could feel his breath on her most intimate of places. Not feeling anything else from him but the soft puffs of air, she opened her eyes and looked down her body at him hovering between her legs. He was looking at her core as she fought the urge to close her legs to hide from his intense observation. But then his eyes slowly moved up her body until they met hers. There was unbridled lust in his eyes but also something else. Something deeper. He was looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Like a treasure he had hunted his entire life to find.

“I want to spend an eternity right here,” he said reverently. “Right here between these perfect thighs.” He kissed one leg just close enough to her core, the scruff from his beard tickling the sensitive skin. Then he moved his lips to the other thigh, placing a gentle kiss there, before sliding his lips higher until he found the throbbing center of her. He parted her with his fingers, revealing her core to his hungry gaze, pausing again.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before his lips covered her clit and sucked. Annika jolted, her hips shot up, and he placed an arm across her belly to hold her still. He didn’t go easy on her. Once his lips latched onto her clit, he devoured her like a starving man. She grasped the sheets in her fists on either side of her and arched her back. He licked at her, slurping up her juices as he feasted on her with his tongue. He’d bring her to the precipice before backing off and changing his angle of attack.

Logan consumed her until she was a needy whimpering mess. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slipped a finger inside her. Annika cried out as a second finger joined the first, reaching exquisite places inside her that had never been reached before. Annika couldn’t have stopped herself from grinding herself on his face if she tried.

With her eyes squeezed tight, she came with a sudden burst of colors erupting behind her eyelids that would put the Aurora Borealis to shame.

Before she could take her next breath, he moved up and entered her in one quick motion, not giving her a chance to come down from her orgasm. Annika wrapped her arms and legs around him, loving the feel of his weight on her. The fullness ignited those colorful sparks behind her eyelids again, and she held on for dear life as he thrust into her harder and faster, every muscle in her body tightening until she burst all over again. She cried out his name as together they went over the edge. Collapsing on top of her, his body crushed her into the mattress. She held him in her arms as they both struggled to control their breathing, his face pressed in her neck. He gave her little kisses there, soothing the still sore areas from her encounter with Mr. Petersen.

Logan had made love to her with such passionate tenderness she was nearly brought to tears, her nightmares were a distant memory. After fifteen years of just existing day to day, she suddenly couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

Chapter 11

Thesoundofherringtonewokeherlaterthatmorning.Surprisedthey’dbothfallenbackasleep,sherolledovertograbherphoneasLogangotoutofbed.“I’llmakebreakfast,”hesaidashegrabbedhispantsandlefttheroombutnotbeforegivingherasplendidviewofhisass.Hermouthsuddenlywentdry.

“Hi,” she croaked, answering the call. She cleared her throat and tried speaking again. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Sweetie. I’ve let you be for ? what is it, nearly a week? How are things going?”

Annika laughed. “Fine, Mom.”

“Fine? That’s it? Just fine?”

“No. Things are good. Great, actually.”

She could hear a sigh of relief through her phone. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

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