Logan

The bird’s-eye view of Woolton Village had never looked so perfect. It was possible to make out the farm shop, the community center and the pub, and of course, the estates of Woolton Hall and Badsley House, nestled right next to each other.

Next to me, Darcy said, “I can’t believe I let you talk me into the helicopter.”

“It was the fastest way home.”

“You’d better land in the grounds of Woolton Hall then. I want you to myself for a while before we take tea with your grandmother.”

“Yes, let’s not think about my grandmother for a few hours. It’s likely to kill my libido.”

“And we don’t want that,” Darcy said, raising her eyebrows.

I clenched my jaw and ran through the time it would take to land, get to the house and strip us both naked. I reckoned we could do it in less than five minutes.

In the end, it took seven.

“God, you take my breath away,” I gasped as Darcy came out of the bedroom in her underwear.

“You’re already naked,” she said. “I thought you’d want me to undress you.”

“Not today. Not now. I just want to be with you.” I reached for her.

She tilted her head as if she didn’t yet believe how much I wanted her. “How can two people, so stubborn and single-minded about so much, work together so well in bed?” she asked, stepping toward me.

“I don’t know,” I said as I walked her back toward the bed. “But I’m not arguing.”

I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, enjoying their delicious weight in my palms before I bent to take one in my mouth. I groaned as the soft flesh connected with my tongue. Fuck, I’d missed this. I’d missed her.

Now that I had her back, all I wanted to do was worship her.

Her hands trailing down my arms as I stepped away. I needed to look at her, study her curves, make sure I wasn’t missing anything. No, the sweep of her neck into her shoulder was still the same, the way her breasts jutted out in need, familiar. The arc of her waist was how I remembered. The softness of her stomach, the smooth, milky skin. She was still my Darcy.

“Logan,” she whispered, distracting me from the hypnotizing pull of her body.

I glanced back up at her. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m so lucky you gave me another chance.”

I lifted her up onto the mattress and crawled over her, caging her in. She was mine. Now and forever. I had the rest of my life to be with her, the rest of my life to discover every expression she had. “So beautiful,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to the base of her throat.

She drew her legs up and the slide of her skin against mine set sparks off all over my body. How had I let this woman go? Even for a moment? I paused, wanting to remember it, to scorch the relief, the joy at having her back onto my brain. I wanted to treat her with honor and adoration. But I also needed to fuck her, make her mine again, push into her and prove that we were supposed to be together.

“Hey,” she said, stroking her fingers over my jaw. “I’m not going anywhere. We can do it all.”

“I know,” I replied. “But it’s different now.” I’d always respected and admired Darcy, but I had a new level of reverence for her now. She was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The woman I was going to have children with. I would only make love to her for the rest of my life. And I wanted to do it right.

She shifted underneath me, teasing my cock with a circle of her hips. “I really hope the sex isn’t different.” She grinned. “Because that might be a game changer. Don’t treat me like glass.”

Christ, sometimes this woman knew me better than I knew myself, but she was right. The sex between us was always better than the best I’d ever had, and there was no reason that would change now. I thrust into her, rough and hard, erasing any doubt the sex would ever be something that was a problem for us. I wasn’t sure if it were pressure or performance anxiety that had put me on pause, but whatever it was, Darcy had cut through it.

She always did.

“Using me for my body.” I grunted.

She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as I pushed in again. “You’d better believe it.” She struggled to keep her voice level as I fucked her with deep, punishing strokes that turned her words to the desperate sounds that I loved to hear so much.

Our eyes met and her love for me, my devotion reflected back, was almost overwhelming.

This was what being in love was. Connection on every level. Being someone’s world and them being yours. Knowing I’d do anything to make her happy.

My body clenched as I realized I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long. I liked making her come first, took satisfaction from that, but not today.

“I want us to come together, Logan.” She trailed her fingernails down my back, tracing pleasure up and down my skin. It was too much.

I grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head. “You want me like I want you?” I knew I’d been the one to push her away, I’d fucked up but I’d more than learned my lesson. I’d never needed reassurance from a woman before. Never needed anything from anyone. But Darcy was so mixed up in who I was now, who I was becoming that I had no choice but to need her. She was a part of me.

She held my gaze. “Always.”

It was what I needed to hear, and it released something in me, and in her, too.

“Logan.” She tightened her grip. “Logan.”

I dipped down to kiss her, wanting to swallow her sounds, experience her pleasure as she came. With just the sweep of her tongue over mine, my orgasm coursed through my body, meeting hers with a vengeance, binding us together.