Page 109 of To Bed the Bride
All the various places on his body that intrigued her from the last time were places that she investigated now: the beautiful curves beneath his arms, the breadth of his chest, the triangle of hair at the base of his manhood. Her fingers stroked along the curve of the arch of his foot, up his ankle, and through the dusting of hair on his legs.
Everything about him was special and perfect and masculine. There wasn’t one thing about Logan that she would change.
She wanted him atop her, unwilling to wait any longer. She’d never known this hunger, this need. When he entered her, it was as if they’d been lovers forever. Her body already knew his. He lowered himself over her, then raised her hips with one arm so that they were even more tightly joined.
Neither was dominant, but each surrendered.
Joy had only been a word until this moment. As pleasure swept through her, she clung to him. One thought managed to pierce the haze that surrounded her: this was home. This was family. Not Hearthmere. Not even Scotland, but being in the arms of this man.
Chapter Forty-One
An hour or so later there was a knock on the door.
Eleanor managed to put on her shift, corset, and dress. She tucked the corset cover and her stockings beneath a pillow, slid on her shoes, and made it to the door in record time.
“Yes?” she asked, opening the door a sliver.
“There’s a man here to see you, Miss Eleanor. He says he’s Mr. McKnight’s secretary.”
Although Mrs. Willett hadn’t said it, the housekeeper evidently knew Logan was with her.
How very odd that she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed.
“Would you please put him in my study, Mrs. Willett? Tell him it will be just a few minutes.”
“Yes, miss.”
“Fred has made good time,” Logan said.
Eleanor turned and faced him. He wasn’t in a hurry to find his clothing. For a moment she thought about convincing him otherwise. She loved looking at him naked.
“Did you expect him?”
He nodded. “Eventually.”
“I’ll go on down, then,” she said. Although she would much rather stand here and watch him dress.
She left the room first, Bruce at her heels. Logan would follow in a few minutes. Until then she would make his secretary comfortable in the study. Hopefully, Mrs. Willett would bring tea.
“I’m Eleanor Craig,” she said, entering the room. She glanced down at Bruce before introducing him to Fred.
“I’ve met Bruce before, Miss Craig.”
That was a surprise.
“Please, have a seat. Logan will be here in just a moment.”
“Thank you, Miss Craig.”
Logan’s secretary was a very tall young man with a prominent Adam’s apple and a physique that made her wonder if Logan was working him too hard. He didn’t look as if he’d eaten a full meal for years.
He was wearing a black armband. She would have offered her condolences on his loss, except that she didn’t know enough to say anything. Had he recently lost a parent or a sibling? He didn’t look old enough to have been married, but appearances were often deceiving.
This study had been her father’s base of operations. Paintings of various Hearthmere horses lined the walls. The large desk in the middle of the room had been carved with bas-reliefs of running horses, the detail so perfect that she could almost feel their hot breath.
Opposite the desk was a seating area consisting of a small sofa and two chairs. Her uncle had installed the furniture here when he’d taken over the room. She went to sit on the sofa, wishing she’d given her appearance more care. Her hair felt as if it was falling from its bun and she was embarrassingly aware that she wasn’t wearing stockings again. Hopefully Logan’s secretary couldn’t tell.
He chose a chair opposite her, gave her a quick smile, then placed his briefcase on the floor beside him.
