Page 38 of Undoing His Innocent Enemy (Hot Winter Escapes)

The revelation disturbed him, but not as much as the flicker of shame in her voice, or the rush of anger that flared like wildfire. His fingers curled into fists. He wanted to kill the bastard. For putting that thought into her head.

Was this why she had not discovered sex before now?

Why she had reacted so strangely when they had made love the first time?

Had the ravings of a bastard made her believe it was wrong to enjoy the connection they shared?

He cupped her cheek, stroked his thumb over the pounding pulse in her neck.

‘We have been jumping each other, Cara,’ he murmured, suddenly desperate to show her what they had together was good, pure. Meant to be indulged. And never dirty.

‘True.’ Her lips lifted, but he could still see the conflicting emotions in her eyes. Pain, sadness, confusion.

He took her hand, pressed her palm to the thick ridge still making him ache. ‘Let me show you why this is not dirty,’ he said. ‘Why he was always wrong.’

Her gaze filled with something he could not name... Wasn’t sure he wanted to name. Something bold and sweet and unafraid.

But when she nodded, he was glad, because the shame was gone.

‘Okay,’ she said.

He eased her folded arms away from her breasts. Until she sat before him, her skin glowing, flushed from the heat, her nipples rigid with desire.

Lifting the swollen weight to his lips, he captured the taut peak and sucked it deep into his mouth. She groaned, and braced her arms on the bench behind her, offering herself to him as he kissed and tugged at the ruched flesh, knowing how to make her ache.

Desire flared through him as she dislodged his mouth from her nipple to ease down his shorts. She bent to capture the rigid erection in her lips with an enthusiasm he had always adored, but admired even more now.

She had conquered those demons, this week, with him. And he was glad.

He sat, shuddering, shaking, watching intently as she worked him with her mouth.

The passion built. Hard, fast. Until he was forced to grasp her cheeks, lift her from him.

He wanted this to be for her. Wanted to give her an orgasm that would obliterate the last of her father’s lies. Until all that was left was the joy.

He dragged her off the bench, positioned her pliant body until she was bent over, her hands braced on the shelf. He held her hips, tugged down the shorts and eased into the tight wet clasp of her body from behind, knowing the penetration would be deepest from this angle. He let her take the full measure of him. The feel of her body contracting around his aching length was pure torture.

She groaned. ‘Please, Logan, move.’ Her whole body shuddered. ‘It’s too hot in here.’

He laughed at her double meaning. The sweat dripped from his brow onto her back as he stared at the place where they were joined. He wiped the moisture away. But shifted only slightly, to nudge the spot deep inside her he knew would drive her wild.

‘Logan... For pity’s sake...’ she begged, tried to move, but he held her firmly for the deep stroking, rolling his hips, making her take only what he wanted to give.

He nudged, pressed, stroked... Torturing them both. Never taking her over, building the passion to impossible proportions.

The battle for control raged between them in fire and ice as the titanic climax hovered a whisper away. Too close and yet not close enough.

Until at last, her swollen flesh pulsed and shattered, massaging his length. Her throaty cry of release triggered his own vicious climax.

He pulled out, slammed back into her. Once, twice, until his own orgasm crested.

They lay sprawled together on the floor of the sauna moments later, the dry heat all but unbearable now as steam rose from their sweat-slicked bodies. He dragged her into his arms, pressed a kiss to her forehead.

‘He was wrong, Cara,’ he murmured. ‘There is no shame here. Ever.’

She glanced up at him. The cheeky smile she sent him—tinged with the innocent joy that had always captivated him—made his heart leap painfully in his chest.

‘I know. But when we get back to the house, you may have to give me another demonstration, just so I can be sure.’

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