“Olivia,” he gasped, his voice rough and thick. I looked up into his eyes, and my world exploded. Together we dove into oblivion, losing ourselves to one another and the storm raging within us. I felt a cry of ecstasy reverberate through my entire being as we merged and fell together. His body tensed and relaxed against mine. I lost myself to him, reveling in the low, male sound of his gratification.
Slowly, the colors of the room stopped flashing before my eyes, and I could see again. I hadn't felt pleasure like that in a long time. Just over two years, actually. No one had been able to make me feel the way Logan did. It was as if he was the secret key to pleasuring my body.
I stared into Logan's eyes. He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. The lust still burned bright in him, but with this release, I could see there was more than just desire. He wasn't going to ask me to leave. If anything, he wanted me to stay. He didn't want this to only be a one-time thing. I was surprised to find that I didn't either.
As our breathing slowed from frantic to fast, I wondered what was going to happen next. Was this just something that we needed to get out of our systems, or did we have a chance? I wanted to believe that this wasn't just sexual tension finally breaking free. I wanted to believe the promise in his eyes that he truly cared.
The wind and rain howled at the windows, threatening destruction, but wrapped up in Logan's arms, I felt safe. For the first time in two years, I felt the storm inside of me settling down.
Chapter 20
Rain pulsed against the window like the heart of a living creature. I could imagine that there was nothing outside of this room but a monster of rain and wind. I reveled in the idea of spending eternity like this, trapped with Logan in the pit of the monster's stomach where no one could find us.
Logan's long fingers traced the curve of my spine as I closed my eyes and focused on his touch. I lay on my front, bedsheets tangled around my feet as he sat beside me, admiring my skin. I couldn't remember feeling this satiated or relaxed in forever.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered. The compliment made me blush with pleasure. Logan's lips caressed my shoulder, his kiss soft and appreciative.
I rolled over, propping my head on my hand to look at him. I smiled. Based entirely on the way he was looking at me, I believed him. His eyes held so much life and emotion, I was sure I would drown in them. I was torn between languid happiness and shock that I had allowed this to happen. Once again, I had given in to my desires and let my body overrule my mind. I could feel the edge of regret creeping up, but I pushed it away, wishing to stay in this moment a little longer.
I stared openly at him, memorizing the way he looked so I could keep this image stored away for a lonely night. The sheet covered his bottom half, but just barely. His broad shoulders tightened down to muscled abs, and the top of his hip poked out from under the sheet, proving he was na**d underneath. His tattoo was exactly the way I remembered it. I skimmed his skin with my eyes, knowing that I could look as much as I wanted to. It had felt so good to finally touch him and give my body what it wanted.
“You know,” I said slowly, never taking my eyes off of him, “I'm still mad at you.” It was hard to feel angry, though, when I felt this good.
He raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. I loved the way those honey-colored curls had tangled around my fingers just moments before. I shifted slightly in the bed, already feeling sore in all the right places.
Regret was creeping in as I regained my senses. I stubbornly ignored it; I didn't want to feel regret yet. Anger I could handle, but I had enough regret to last a lifetime. “I'm still not exactly sure how this happened,” I said softly.
Knowing I was referring to the mess we'd made of his room, Logan glanced around. Clothes dangled haphazardly from the furniture, and a chair had been overturned in our haste to get to the bed, which was in itself a disaster. Sheets were tangled between our bodies, the comforter hung off the bed, and the fitted sheet was nowhere to be seen. Pillows lay scattered around the bed and floor as if there had been an explosion, and I supposed in a way there had been. The maid was going to wonder what kind of animals had gotten into Logan's room.
“You finally gave into my charms.” Logan's eyes heated for a moment as he remembered the delectable details. “They were bound to get you eventually.”
I gave his arm a playful smack. “Your charms? I was trying very hard to avoid you.”
He leaned forward and nuzzled the tender skin just below my ear, making my breath catch with sudden desire. Two minutes ago, I had been so blissfully worn-out that I was sure I was never going to move again, but with just the trace of his kiss on my neck, I was ready for more. Charms, indeed.
“Why would you want to avoid me?” he whispered, his kisses working down the curve of my shoulder. His brown eyes looked up at me as he gave me one last affectionate peck.
“Because you're kind of a jerk,” I informed him. He frowned, pulling back slightly. “You hurt me pretty badly the last time we were together.”
“But that wasn't my fault,” he said quietly, innocently. “I told you that.”
I sighed. Logan had grown up in a world with almost no repercussions as long as his father was pleased. I didn't think he even realized the full extent of what he had cost me. “Doesn't change the fact that it still hurt.” I bit my lip and looked him in the eye, watching his every move. “I need to know: are you going to hurt me again?”
Pain and remorse flashed across his face and he reached out and stroked my cheek. His touch was soft and gentle. “I'm never going to hurt you again. I promise.”
I liked the way those words sounded, but I had been burned too badly to fully believe them. I would have to see them proven, not just hear them spoken. I smiled despite my hesitation. For this moment in time, they would be enough. “What happened last time anyway?”
“Which part do you want first?” he asked, sliding down on the bed to lay facing me.
“Business,” I decided. I could handle that part better. “You had me believing you were going to buy me out.”
“I was,” he stated, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Even before I met you, I thought your idea was amazing. I knew Dream Vacations would be an invaluable asset the moment I learned about your program.”
“Then what happened?”
He looked down for a moment. “I oversold it. My brother pointed out that I was trying too hard to convince Dad, and I probably was. I should have just let him see the initial proposal and not personally endorsed it. I certainly should have waited on drinks, too.”