Page 75 of The Cutting Edge
He yanks off his shirt and tie, and at long last I’m rewarded with the view of his bare chest, and I now know for a fact that a sexier man does not exist on the planet.
I'm lost in the moment until Logan pulls back slightly to look into my eyes. Our breathing is labored from passion, but all I can focus on are those captivating dark eyes that seem to be staring deep into my soul. With a single look, he tells me everything he feels for me—love, adoration, and pure desire—and any doubts I had disappear in an instant. Well, save for one. I hate that I have to keep this lucky charm job a secret. How would he feel about me if he found out?
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he murmurs against my lips.
I grin, threading my fingers through his hair. "Oh really? How much exactly?"
He nips at my bottom lip in retaliation. "So much that I was about ready to forfeit to Philly in the second period if it meant getting back to you faster. And the third. Anddefinitely, if we’d gone into overtime."
"Mmm, lucky for you I was there to cheer you on then." I tug at his hair, angling his head to deepen the kiss. My body ignites, heat pooling low in my belly. "Though I have to confess, watching you play gets me all worked up, so it’s probably good you didn’t forfeit. Turns out I am a hockey fan after all."
Logan groans. "Oh yeah?" His hands slide under the hem of my dress, calloused fingers skimming over my thighs and leaving a trail of fire. He teases, "Actually, maybe we should wait, I don’t want totake advantageof the effect I have on you."
I pull back, just out of reach of his lips. “Oh yeah? You want to wait” I tease back, even as I arch into his touch. “Maybe cool this down, watch our little Madrid airport show?” He keeps trying to kiss me as I dart away, which makes us both laugh. "In your dreams, buddy."
"Sweetheart, you have no idea what kind of effect you have on my dreams,” he says, pulling me in close, his full, tantalizing lips just millimeters from mine. He grins mischievously, “But I’ll tell you, a whole lot of them lately have started exactly like this.”
My breath hitches at the gravel in his tone. I meet his gaze, dark eyes shining with desire and something more - something that makes my chest ache with joy and longing.
Logan cups my face, thumb brushing over my cheek. "I'm falling for you, Coco. Hard and fast."
He holds me close, one hand tangling in my hair while the other splays against the small of my back. The solid warmth of his body seeps into mine, chasing away the chill of hours on the ice.
Being with Logan feels like coming home. Safe, and whole, and impossibly, deliriously happy. I want nothing more than to lose myself in his embrace, and by the way he deepens the kiss, I know he feels the same.
My heart swells, overflowing with emotion. I'm falling for this man - falling hard and fast, just like he said. And the scariest part is, I'm not afraid of the fall anymore. Not with Logan here to catch me.
Warmth blossoms in my chest at his words. I reach up, covering his hand with mine. "Me too, Logan."
A slow, heart-stopping smile spreads across his face. Then he's kissing me again, and I lose myself in the sweetness of his lips and the love in his embrace.
I break the kiss with a gasp, breathless and giddy. Logan nuzzles my neck, lips tracing a path of fire over my sensitive skin. "I missed you," he murmurs. “So funny, I saw you yesterday but it feels like a million years.”
"I missed you too." More than words can say.
Logan lifts his head, eyes dark with desire. "I want you, Coco. Right now."
Heat pools low in my belly at his words. I crush my mouth to his in a searing kiss that leaves us both panting.
“Take me, then.”
Logan effortlessly scoops me into his arms slowly placing me higher onto the mattress. His hands slide under my dress, calloused palms skimming up the planes of my stomach and ribs, nudging the fabric higher and higher, then over my head, until I'm bare except for my black lace bra and panties.
Logan's eyes sweep over my body, taking in my near-nakedness with a reverence that leaves me trembling. I arch into him, fingers clawing the sheets in anticipation.
He hooks a finger around the lace of my panties, gently pulling them down an agonizing millimeter at a time while he kisses and licks my newly exposed skin. I moan and writhe beneath him, pleasure spiking through me with every delicious touch.
Feverish with want, I reach for the waist of his pants – but Logan catches my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Not yet," he says, eyes glinting with mischief. "Let me take care of you."
A needy whimper escapes my throat as Logan's mouth descends, scattering hot open-mouthed kisses over my chest and collarbone, unhooking my bra in one deft move. He lavishes attention on each of my breasts in turn, clever tongue and teeth teasing my nipples into stiff peaks.
Liquid heat pools between my legs, and I squirm restlessly against the bed. "Please," I gasp. Logan chuckles, the vibration tingling against my sensitized skin.
"Patience, baby." His lips curve into a wicked grin. "We've got all night."
When I'm finally free of clothing, Logan's hands trace slow circles on my inner thighs, tantalizingly close to where I ache for his touch most of all. He teases me mercilessly until I'm a trembling mess of longing and desire beneath him.
Finally unable to take it anymore, I pull him closer and gasp out his name. His tongue flicks my clit and sets me afire — teasing and sucking until the ecstasy overwhelms my senses.
