Page 37 of A Dead Man's Pulse
“Oh, God! Logan!”
Growling, he lifted the hand behind her and smacked her left ass cheek hard, eliciting a yelp from her. “What did you just call me?” Even though the dynamics of their relationship had changed, he still gave her the dominance she craved.
“Sorry, Master.”
“Good girl.” Yeah, he definitely loved being her Dom. There was plenty more he needed to learn, and he’d continue his training even after this case was over—if it was ever over—but this power exchange, knowing she trusted him and willingly gave him her submissiveness, was heady stuff. He would do everything in his power to maintain that trust and give her everything she asked for and needed.
Twisting to his side, he placed her on her back. “Hands above your head, Koko.”
She lifted her arms and grabbed hold of the comforter. His mouth latched onto one breast as he fucked her faster with his fingers. Sucking, licking, and nibbling on her ripe nipple, he forced her to climb higher and higher. Her writhing, moaning, and begging increased. “Please! Oh God, please, Sir!”
“Please what, baby?” he whispered against her skin before licking her distended nipple like an ice cream cone. “Tell your Dom what you want . . . what you need.”
“You, Sir! I need you!”
He pulled out of her pussy and rolled toward the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the new box he’d thrown in there last night. After donning the protection, he spread her legs and dipped his head down. Running the flat of his tongue over her plump lips, he took a quick taste of her spice. If he wasn’t so damn hard and desperately needed to be inside her, he would have eaten her until she couldn’t come for him anymore.
Kissing his way up her body, he settled his hips between her thighs. His mouth took possession of hers again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Lining his cock up with her slit, he thrust up and in, swallowing her gasp. Her heat enveloped him as he buried his shaft to the root. Pulling almost completely out, he repeated the motions over and over. She was tight as a glove, and he knew the moment her orgasm began to take hold as her walls quivered. Logan shifted onto his knees, spreading her wider, changing the angle of his assault, and sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she climaxed and clenched around him. The pressure was more than he could stand, and with two or three more thrusts, he followed her into the abyss.
A short time later, he had her cleaned and sated, cuddling against his side as he pulled the covers over them. Swirling her fingertips across his chest, she tilted her head up. “Stay with me tonight. Please. I don’t want to wake up alone in the morning. I want to wake up with you inside me, making love to me.”
He wanted that too, but his heart twisted. “I’m afraid to. What if I have another episode?”
“I can handle it, Logan. You won’t hurt me. Do you think we can try it?”
Her eyes begged him to stay as much as her words did. He didn’t want to risk hurting her, but she was experienced in dealing with EDPs—emotionally disturbed persons—from being on the job for many years. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t know how to respond if he had another nightmare, and she’d already seen him have one. He tightened his arm around her. “Yeah, we can try.”
She was about to say something else when his stomach growled, and she giggled. “Someone’s hungry.”
Her stomach picked that moment to make itself known too. Logan tickled her navel. “Sounds like we’re both hungry.”
“Well, we’re sort of out of luck. There’s really nothing to eat in the house except those defrosted peas.”
He chuckled. “I’ll pass on the peas—I had enough of them tonight—but I can run out to Pop & Sons and grab us something to eat really quick.”
Frowning, Dakota checked the bedside clock. “It’s after two in the morning.”
“So? The diner’s open twenty-four hours, and I need calories if I’m going to be waking you up with my cock deep in your sweet pussy in a few hours.”
The corners of her mouth swung upward. “Hmmm . . . you might be right.”
“Of course I am.” Climbing out of the bed, he stood and grabbed his cargo pants from the floor. Thankfully, he’d changed into them from his leathers before leaving the club. It felt weird wearing them outside a lifestyle setting. “What do you want to eat?”
She stretched under the covers like a satisfied kitten. “A bacon cheeseburger deluxe with fried onions and a side of cheese fries. Yes, it’s a coronary on a plate, but I allow myself one every once in a while.”
“A girl after my own heart,” he said while pulling on his T-shirt.
“Damn straight. Oh, grab me a sweet iced tea too, please?”
After snatching his holstered gun, wallet, phone, and keys from where they were scattered on the floor, he leaned down and kissed her lips. “You got it, baby. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
“Grab my keys from the living room, so you can get back in. Gina should be home soon,” she added before yawning and settling further into the bed, her eyes already closing. He shut the bedroom door so she wouldn’t be disturbed when her roommate arrived.
As he locked the front door, Logan found himself whistling as he strode to his car. While he was nervous about staying the night, and possibly having another episode in his sleep, his mind kept flashing back to the moment they’d both said, “I love you,” for the first time and his heart soared. Once they caught the killer, he was going to request a few days off and take Dakota up to Virginia to meet his family. His mother would be tickled pink to meet her and would probably start planning their wedding. Someday . . . maybe not right away, but someday, he’d love to put a ring on Dakota’s finger. But for now, he’d settle for a collar that would show the BDSM community she was claimed by her Dom.
As he stopped at the end of the parking lot, leading to the street, Gina Harvey pulled in, driving her Mustang. She must have recognized his SUV because she waved at him. Flashing a hand back, he turned right and accelerated into the light traffic. He wanted to get the food and be back in Dakota’s bed as fast as he could. Maybe he wouldn’t let her wait until morning to wake her up the way she’d asked him to.
Chapter Twenty
