I want to take it slow, but I’ve waited too damn long for this, and those little panting breaths are driving me fucking nuts. Her arms are stretched taut, high above her head, both her tiny hands are in one of mine, and my grip is tight. She’s not going anywhere, but then, the way her eyes are burning into mine, I know she’s exactly where she wants to be, finally.
“You ready, T?” My lips brush hers, and her whole body shivers. God, that’s the sexiest fucking thing.
“I’m scared.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I press mine over hers, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth and taking her troubles with it. I suck a little too hard, and she whimpers before I release it with a soft plop. I press another kiss at the corner of her mouth and smile. Her lips mirror mine and transform her face. She glows when her face lights like that, when she’s truly happy.
“I’ve got you, you’re mine, remember?” I whisper, and she falls.
“Then I’m more than ready.” She releases her breath, and a sexy moan escapes the back of her throat. Before she can draw her next breath, my mouth is once more on hers. Our lips crash together with the urgency of months and months of pent-up lust and passion unleashed. Damn, she tastes good. My tongue traces the seam of her lips and dives inside, drinking in her flavour and taking everything she has to give. Her tongue, tentative at first, twists with mine, pulling me closer, until I fill her mouth and draw the very breath from her body. All-consuming, this kiss is so pure, when I break, it leaves us both breathless and wanting more.
I cup her chin and hold her face immobile, firm and possessive, mine. Her eyes lock onto me, her pupils so large there is no colour at all, just inky black pools to lose my soul in. It’s like every part of her is opening for me, wide eyes, mouth gasping for air, and when my thigh slips between her legs, they fall to either side of me and melt like butter around my leg. I push my body against her, the heat from our connection incendiary, and collectively we have on way too many clothes. I need to feel that heat, naked and raw. I need to feel how wet she is for me, because she can damn well feel how hard I am for her.
“Keep your hands right there.” I press them against the wall and let go, happy when she does exactly as I ask.
“What are you going to do?” she gasps, and I press my finger against her swollen lips.
“Shh, angel.” I kiss where my finger was, and a low rumble from my chest accompanies my declaration. “I’m going to do everything.”
“Oh.” It’s barely audible. If I hadn’t been watching her mouth, I wouldn’t know she had spoken at all, just laboured breaths and sexy-as-all-hell sighs.
“But first I’m going to peel these jeans from this beautiful body and taste you. I want you to come all over my tongue before we f—” I stop myself, because as relaxed and sexy as she looks right now, she’s gone. Only for a split second, but she’s not with me, and I can’t have that. I kiss her lips.
“Tia, stay with me. I’m not going to hurt you. I will never hurt you.”
“I know, sorry.” Her eyes glaze, and my thumb catches the first and, thankfully, only tear.
“And don’t ever apologise. What I was going to say was, I want to taste you before I make love to you.” She blinks and shakes her head.
“It’s okay, you can say fuck, Logan. It’s ok to say it. I just—” I interrupt before we lose this moment. She needs this as much as I do, I can see it in her eyes. It’s like we have this demon surrounding us both, one she needs to slay, with my help, but either way, she’s ready.
“Hey, I will say it when that’s what we are going to do, but this isn’t what we are doing, not by a long fucking long shot. This is me, making love to you, with this body and my soul. You’re mine, Tia, but make no mistake, you own me just as much as I own you. And right now, I am going to worship your body, and we are going to make love until we both pass out.”
“Sounds good.” She giggles and then swallows the lump in her throat, her eyes darkening with lust and fire. I smile the biggest fucking smile known to man. I have her back.
“Fuck good, Tia, it doesn’t get any better than this…this, this is heaven.” I drop to my knees, and for the first time in my life, I say a silent prayer, she’s mine.
I unhook the buttons on her jeans and peel them slowly down her toned legs, taking my sweet time, even if my mouth is literally watering at the sight. It’s a battle. I want to rip the clothes from her body, shred them, and devour her, but that’s not what she needs. She steps out of her jeans, and I plant a kiss on the cotton triangle at the apex of her thighs. Her tummy muscles clench, and she sucks in a breath. I keep my lips there, kissing and lightly nudging, until I feel her relax, and she lets out that breath she’s holding. When one of her hands threads into my hair, tugging and gripping, I slide my fingers over the elastic and pull her panties to the floor.
Kissing her inner thigh at the top, I alternate until I am back where I started, but this time there is nothing to hinder, no barrier. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and move forward so she is spread much wider. She’s dripping wet and even with a little more hair down there than I’m used to, she is fucking perfect. I press my mouth against her soft folds and drag my tongue along her sweet wetness, drinking her in. I thought her mouth tasted like nothing else, but this here, this is intoxicating, a perfect mix of musky sweet and her.
I can’t get enough.
Her hands are in my hair, and her fists are pulling me this way and that, her greedy little hips grind against my mouth, and I am just about ready to explode. My cock is straining to the max and is in absolute agony in my pants. I can feel she’s letting go, and I am on cloud fucking nine that I’m taking her there. I slip one finger inside her tight little hole, and her muscles clamp down. She gasps, and I ease back a little.
“No, no, don’t stop, more, Logan, I need more,” she pants, her voice so squeaky and high pitched, I chuckle.
“Okay, angel, anything for you.” I cover her clit with my lips, working it with my tongue as I slide two, then three fingers inside her. She’s fucking tight, and that just makes my cock throb like a motherfucker behind my zipper. But this isn’t about me…yet. I gently pump in and out, twisting a little and putting just the right amount of pressure when I turn my fingers and press her sweet spot. Her legs shake, and her fists pull at my hair so much it makes my eyes water, but I keep working her higher and higher.
“Oh! Oh, God, Loga…ah! ah! God, Oh, Lo—!” She loses any coherence somewhere between her declaration to God and saying my name over and over. Her hips buck against my mouth, and then every muscle in her body sets rigid. Time stands still as I watch the most amazing sight in the whole damn world: my girl, coming apart at my fingertips.
She slides down the wall supporting her back and into my waiting arms. I scoop her against my chest and carry her to my bed. She has the sexiest smile, and her cheeks are flushed with colour. I can’t keep my eyes off her as I fumble with the buckle of my belt and kick my jeans to the floor. I crawl up her body, kissing patches of skin that take my fancy. All of it takes my fancy, so by the time my mouth is above hers, I can see she is once again a needy mess, and her body is writhing underneath mine, clearly desperate for some contact.
“Need something, angel?”
“Oh, God, Logan, you! I need you, now!” she groans, her hands at my shoulders, trying to pull me closer. My arms have locked my body above her, close, but obviously not close enough. I chuckle.
“I’ll let you have that one, angel, but I’m not sure I’m a fan of sassy Tia. I like my women compliant.”
“And I like my men mute, but we can’t all get what we want, can we?” she quips and bites the sass back with a cute grin.
“I can, and I did,” I state with absolute seriousness. She beams the brightest smile, but then frowns with frustration when her tugging on my shoulders has little impact on my position.
“Me, too; me, too. Now, please, Logan, I need you.” she begs. Now, that I do like the sound of.
“As you wish.” I lay my weight on her, lining up the tip of my cock at her entrance, and we both catch our breath when I push forward. Her whole body trembles, and I hover. It’s killing me to be this close to heaven and stop, but I have to be certain she’s sure.
“Tia?”
“I love you, Logan.” She smiles, and her soft lips form the perfect ‘o’ when I sink into her. I hold her gaze, and I push deeper, sinking every inch, until she can’t take anymore. My balls rest against her intimate centre. There’s absolutely no space between us. Her legs lock around me, arms wrap around my back, and her hands spear into my hair as mine thread into her silky mane. We are and we move as one, sharing more than our next breath. This is everything, heaven, utopia. Whatever trite words are available for such a moment, they wholly fail to describe this feeling.
All I know is it’s fucking perfect.
“Logan, Logan,” she sighs my name, her sweet breath on my lips. “Logan! Logan!” Her voice is muffled, angry. Why the hell is she… No, fuck, no!
“Logan! Open the damn door I need to talk to you!” Tia bangs on my bedroom door, and her voice is now much clearer. Now I’m awake. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and double fuck!
“Fuck!” I curse into the pillow that I now have held over my face. I didn’t want to let my frustration out full volume. It would wake the fucking dead and scare Tia. I pull myself out of bed and stomp over to the door. Flicking the lock, I pull it wide open.
“Jesus, Logan, erection!” She slaps her hand over her eyes, a little too late given her shocked observation.
“I was having a rather good dream, Tia. Get used to it, because trust me, this is not going down anytime soon.” I was expecting her to laugh or curse or something, but her eyes fill with tears. “Tia, what the fuck! What’s wrong?” I pull her to me and wrap my arms round her. She does this inverse bend thing trying to avoid crushing my cock, but I couldn’t give a fuck about that, she looks so unbearably sad. She hugs me back as best she can, but all too quickly, her arms slip from mine, and she walks over to my bed. I grab a pair of boxer shorts and jump into them before sitting beside her. I take both her hands in mine. “Talk to me, T. Whose arse have I got to kick, virtually of course, unless you can invite them round.” I try and nudge her into some sort of smile, but I’m getting nothing. I get a sick twist in my gut.
“Logan, I’m so sorry. It’s not my fault.” Fat tears burst onto her cheeks, and she rubs them dry before I can.
“What? What’s not your fault? This isn’t fucking funny, Tia. Tell me what’s going on.” My jaw fixes as worry and something worse begin to bubble deep inside.
“I have to leave here. I have to go and live with Atticus for a while.” She could be holding a blade at my chest right now for the pain about to slice into me. I stand and spin to face her. My hands are shaking with rage, and I clench my fists to try and hide the level of my fury.
“Like fuck you do! I’d rather you went back to jail than live with that son of a bitch!” I yell.
“Would you? ” Her soft tearful voice halts me dead.
“What? What do you mean would I?” I drop to kneel in front of her, clasping her hands in mine. Her head drops and then after a moment and a deep breath, she lifts her tear filled eyes to meet mine.
“I mean would you rather see me in prison, because that’s what’s at stake here. I either go and finish my probation with Atticus or I go back to jail and they add a bit more time on for bad behaviour.” She sniffs back the tears, failing to stem the flow now that they have broken. I grab a tissue from the bedside table and help to dry her face. This is fucking killing me.
“I don’t understand, Tia; you haven’t been bad…have you?” I tip her chin high when she drops it. I need to see her face, need to look into her eyes.
“No, I haven’t, but—”
“But…” I repeat after her when she falters.
“Look, it’s kind of irrelevant now. It’s a done deal, and unless you were serious about wanting me back in jail, this is really my only choice.” She scrunches her eyes tight as if pain is coursing through her. I feel exactly the same.
“Humour me.”
“What?”
“I don’t care that it’s a done deal, tell me what the fuck happened.” She gives an imperceptible nod and lets out a heavy breath before she elaborates.
“My boss, Maria, put some art supplies I didn’t know about in my bag. They caught me red-handed, leaving the building. I didn’t know at the time why I was being taken away, but my bag was pretty much packed with Kruse office supplies.”
“Tell them it was Maria,” I state flatly and let out a derisive sniff. Simple.
“It’s not that easy. She’ll lose her job, and she needs it. She needs that pension. That zero tolerance policy they have is not just an idle threat; she’d get jail time too. She was only trying to help. I’m not going to throw her under the bus, Logan.”
“No, you’re going to throw yourself, for fuck’s sake.” I drag my hand through my hair. I know from that look alone, I have a fat chance changing her mind, but it still doesn’t make any sense. “I can’t believe that arsehole is going to send you back to jail for lifting some office stationery.”
“Well, that and a hundred million pounds,” she mutters and rightly avoids all eye contact.
“What the what, now?”
“A hundred million pounds has gone missing, and he thinks I’ve stolen money from the company,” she explains and my stomach drops, now I get it.
“I see.”
“I see? That’s what you say to that?” She pulls her hands from mine, and her back is ramrod straight. “Not, ‘oh, for fuck’s sake, that’s ridiculous, Tia, why would he think that’?”
“Why would he think that, T?” I paraphrase and take all the attitude out of her air quotation.
“I don’t fucking know. You trust me, right?” she asks, and her voice catches. I don’t hesitate.
“Of course.” I cup her cheeks and hold her gaze. She’s a dreadful liar, but I still trust her. She needs to hear that more than she needs this dumbass revenge. “So what now?”
“Now, I keep my head down and bide my time with Atticus for twelve months.” She gives a light shrug.
“Twelve fucking months! I don’t like it.”
“I’m not over the moon, either, but I can’t go back to prison, Logan.”
“I know, T, I know… fuck!” I throw my head back and yell. The room falls silent, and when I feel calm enough, I ask the question I don’t want to hear the answer to. “When do you have to go?”
“He’s in the car outside. I said I had to pick up my stuff and tell you.”
“You told him about me?”
“I told him nothing. This isn’t a sweet reunion type deal, Logan. I have no intention of making this anything other than a living hell for him.”
“Oh, I’d pay to see that.” I can’t quite make the smile work, and the humour in my joke falls flat.
“It’s only a year.” She reaches for my hand and squeezes a little comfort. It’s not nearly enough.
“You’ll be able to visit though?” I hate that our time is no longer our own.
“I don’t know. I hope so.” She shrugs, and I get a flash of unbearable rage igniting my blood. I fail to temper it and have to pull away. Snatching my hands back, I jump to my feet. My tone is hostile, and I practically snarl when I dismiss her comment.
“Fine, whatever. Do what you’ve got to do.”
“Logan, don’t be like this,” she pleads, her soft words are a faux balm, they sting like a motherfucker right now.
“Like what, Tia, I said I can’t lose you, and yet—”
“You haven’t lost me, please, Logan, don’t make this any harder.” She is instantly at my side, her hand on my arm, her fingers resting on the curve of my bicep, and I can’t stand it.
“This is fucking bullshit, Tia.” I drag my hand through my hair and storm off, slamming the door to my en suite. “Fuck!”
Maybe forty minutes pass when there is a light knock on my bedroom door.
“Logan, can I come in?” I don’t answer, several painfully long seconds pass when I hear her let out a sigh. “I have to go now. I’ll try and visit soon. Take care of yourself, Logan.” I wait until I hear her retreating footsteps. Skidding across the landing in my bare feet just as she opens the front door, I can see the man standing on the porch. I know it’s him. I’ve done my background checks on her ex, and there is more than enough Google fodder on the Kruse family to fill a meaty dossier.
“Tia! Wait!” I yell and bound down the stairs.
“We have to leave, Tia. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” The arsehole speaks but wisely doesn’t enter my home.
“I don’t know, Atticus, have I kept you waiting six years?” she snaps and steps away from the door as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Logan.” She turns to me, her tentative smile nearly breaks my fucking heart.
“Tia.” I step flush against her, my arm sweeping around her waist, and I pull her up my body, her legs instinctively wrap my hips, and she grips tight. I support her weight in the palm of my hands, which fist the cheeks of her arse. Her breath catches, but before her lips can form a smile, my lips crash into hers. Her hands are in my hair, and I turn and slam her against the wall, chasing the depth of the kiss with my entire body. Her taste is so familiar, but then it wasn’t so long ago I was drenched in her scent. Even if it was a dream, I still drank her in, just as I am now. Her tongue dances with mine, lips sucking, biting, teeth clashing, an urgency we both feel in our bones, and as much as I hate this, I take a little comfort that she feels the same, finally.
There is a cough behind me, and I let a deep disapproving growl escape as Tia breaks our kiss. She drops her forehead to mine, her eyes wide, and her smile even wider.
“What was that?” she exhales, her tone shocked and filled with awe.
“That was just the beginning.”