Chapter 18

Logan

I held the door to my bungalow open for her and watched her enter, admiring her curves and that subtle sway, inhaling her scent. Fuck, I’d missed her. The sound of her here, the smell, her presence. All of it filled whichever room she was in and drove me fucking wild.

“How’s your nose?” I asked, and placed my hand on the small of her back. She leaned into me, and let out a barely audible sigh.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I’ll live. Let’s call it a flesh wound. Or a reminder of the day I kicked some mafia bitch’s ass.”

“That’s the spirit.”

We walked through to the living room, and Katie took a seat on one of the teal sofas, stifling a massive yawn. The blinds were cracked slightly and provided a view of the rising sun outside and the beginnings of activity down on the beach. The resort was returning to normal again.

I placed Katie’s bag—yeah, we’d finally fetched it from the Fuego—next to the sofa and smiled down at her. Her hair was a mess, tangled and windswept, and her eyes a little red from the wind out there. But she was so fucking beautiful it made me hurt inside.

“Tired?” I asked, to distract myself, and stop my dick from stirring in my chinos. Shit, too late.

“You can say that again. Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last— Oh no!”

“What?”

Katie sat on the edge of the sofa and then stood up. “Oh shit! I have to call my mom. Are the phones on?”

“No idea,” I replied, but produced the spare cell from my pocket and handed it over. “Here, use this.”

“Thanks.” She took it from me and fiddled on the screen, then placed the phone to her ear. She waited, biting the corner of her lip, and I watched her as if she’d slip out of sight and disappear again. “Mom? Oh thank god, you’re all right!” She walked over to the window and shifted the blinds apart, looking out at the turquoise ocean. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Listen, you don’t have to worry about Marino anymore. It’s over. It’s finally over.”

I left her to fill her mom in on the details and took her bag through to the guestroom. Fuck, it was tempting to place it in my bedroom instead, but I couldn’t do that. We hadn’t talked through anything.

How I’d behaved toward her. How this had all started. The fucking marriage deal. We still had to get that annulled, and I had no idea when her flight was. I won’t let her leave without me. We’ll fly back together on my private jet.

I went through to the bathroom, hopped in the shower, and soaped up. I washed off all the sweat and fury from earlier. I’d been so damn close to pulling that trigger. The things he’d said about Katie had brought out the beast in me.

The insinuation that he’d touch her or let anyone else hurt her brought the rage rushing back, and I forced it aside. It was over. He was gone. Business could get back to normal, and I could return to New York and take up my position at its head again.

That was all I’d wanted for the past few months. My goals had been to get rid of Marino and get back to work, bury myself in it as usual. Return to my luxury apartment every night too tired to cook or think or do anything other than fall into bed with my suit still on.

And now?

I couldn’t fathom leaving the island and all of this behind. The past two days with her here had become my new normal.

“Get ahold of yourself, jackass.” I cut the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked into my bedroom to get changed.

Katie stood in the center of the room, facing the closet and the safe room, shaking her head.

“May I help you?” I asked. Fuck, the answer had to be yes.

She jumped and moved toward me, clutching the phone to her chest. “Hi… oh… oh my god.” Katie licked her lips and averted her eyes. She held out the cell phone. “I came to give you this. The safe room just reminded me of yesterday, and everything that happened.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. Man, this had to be some kind of record. I’d never apologized this much in my life, let alone in the span of a couple hours. “About everything I put you through. I shouldn’t have forced you to stay back here. I fucked up.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Katie replied, and returned her gaze to mine. Her eyes sparkled, gems set in silk, and she laughed. “Not at all. None of this was our fault. I was here because I wanted to protect my mom and myself, the business. And you were here for kind of the same reason, I think.”

“I was here to end it,” I replied, and moved closer to her.

She scanned me with her eyes as I walked, but faltered when she reached the towel and blushed red again.

I was hard. Not like I had a damn choice in the matter with her standing there, wearing nothing but my shirt.

“And it’s over,” she said. “Which reminds me, I should probably book a ticket back to New York. Now that it’s over, my mom needs me there. I’m one of her best writers—if I do say so myself.”

I took the phone from her and put it on top of the set of drawers next to the closet. I brought her hands to my lips and kissed each of her fingers, slowly, softly.

“Logan,” she purred.

“Don’t think about tomorrow. Think about now. About being here with me. I won’t let you go now that I have you back, Jinx. When you were gone, I went fucking crazy. I wanted to tear this island apart to find you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” she managed. “I kinda like it here, now.”

I dragged my finger under the collar of the shirt and lifted it. “You should take this off,” I said. “It looks terrible on you.”

Katie laughed again, without nerves this time, and dragged the hem of the shirt up and over her head. She dropped it beside her and stood naked in front of me, her hands on her hips. “Is this more to your taste?”

“Hmm,” I said, and took a step back, unhooking my towel as I did. It fell away and my dick sprang free, hung heavy between us, already dripping precum for her. “Turn for me. Slowly, so I can get the full picture.”

She raised both her eyebrows.

“How am I supposed to make a proper judgment as to whether it’s to my tastes without a full view, Miss Hendrickson?” Or rather, Mrs. Wright. Fuck, why did that make my cock thicken even more?

Katie rotated, stepping surely with those gorgeous feet, narrow, toenails clear of polish. Her ass swayed into view, and it took all my self-control not to tackle her to the damn floor and fuck her right here, right now.

“Yes,” I said and cleared my throat. “Definitely to my tastes. Stop right there. Just like that.”

She froze, her back to me, and turned her head to watch my approach.

I strode up to her, halted right behind her, and nestled my dick between her ass cheeks. Christ, she was so perfect. I dragged my fingertips down her arms, over them, and to her hips. I gripped them tight, then spun her on the spot and caught her around the waist.

Katie gasped, looking up at me. She was tiny in my grip, and I fucking loved it.

I lifted her off the floor, tucked her against my chest, carried her to the bed, and then lowered her onto it.

“Logan,” she whispered.

“Yes?”

“This is— I— Thank you. For everything.”

“Shush,” I replied, and lowered myself on top of her. I parted her legs with a tap of the backs of my hands and settled between them, my aching dick at her slick entrance. She was swollen for me again, pink verging on red, her juices dribbling between her ass cheeks and out of sight.

I grabbed the base of my cock and rubbed it over her velvet folds, between them, and dipped it up and slapped it against her clit.

She gasped and jerked underneath me, clamping her hand down on my forearm. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “I need it, please.”

Anything for you. Christ, this is it. I’m whipped. For the first time in my life, I’m whipped.

I pressed into her inch-by-inch, stretching her wide to accommodate me again. She trembled and clenched around me, and I throbbed for her. Fuck, if I didn’t take this slow I’d blow inside her before I’d finished the third thrust.

“So good,” she whined, and arched her back, her tits on display for me, her nipples puckered, begging to be kissed. I did exactly that, bent toward her and sucking on first one, then the other. I pressed them toward each other and drew both her nipples between my teeth, nibbling lightly as I plunged into her, up to the hilt.

“Logan,” she gasped. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking good. That’s so fucking good. Please, more of that.”

I fucked her slowly, timing my thrusts with each long, lick of her nipples.

“Oh god, that’s so sensitive,” she whispered. “That’s going to make me come.”

I increased the pace, matched it with each kiss and suck, lavished her breasts with the attention they deserved. Fucking perfect, pale orbs. So delicious, so sexy.

The moist sounds our bodies made, the slurp of feasting on her—fuck, it was too much for me. But I held back, waiting for her orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” Katie said and grabbed a handful of my hair. “Oh my god, don’t stop. Oh god, oh god—” She tensed beneath me and trembled, her eyes rolled back in her head dropped back, and lips went slack, fell open. Fuck. She was on the brink.

I destroyed her with another long suck of those nipples, warm now from my mouth.

She tensed around my dick, milked it, moaning my name over and over again. She was beautiful, caught like this, captured in her own fantasy, her pleasure.

I shifted my weight and pressed my forehead to hers, kissing her bottom lip, then sucking it as she came down from the top. “Are you ready, baby?” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Are you ready for me?”

“Uh-huh. I want it, baby. Give it to me.”

“You want my cum?”

“Yes. All of it.”

I shifted again, giving myself the perfect angle to fill her, then pounded into her wet, little cunt. Each thrust was the epitome of precision, timed, deep as it could go, and fucking ruthless.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Katie whispered, then kept on repeating it, digging her fingernails into the meat of my shoulders and clinging to me.

She’d woken the beast in me, and it wouldn’t quit until it had taken her, claimed her. Fuck, she was mine. “You’re mine,” I growled. “Do you hear me?”

Katie’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

“You’re fucking mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again!”

“I’m yours. I’m yours. This pussy is yours, my body, my soul. I’m all yours, Logan.”

It was too much. My orgasm shocked me, and I fucking exploded inside of her. My name on her lips was music; it was a symphony. She was all mine. All fucking mine. I lashed her walls with my cum, filled her to the brim as I had before she’d been taken from me, and claimed her as mine, once and for all.

After, I rolled off her, tucked her against my chest, and breathed low and easy. My eyelids drooped and sleep drifted toward us.

“That was perfect,” she whispered, barely audible. “Perfect way to say goodbye.”