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  He hit the back of her throat a second time. “I’m going to come.”

  Without a word, she cupped him with one hand while the other continued to work his shaft. Ah, Christ. Her hands teased him, pushing him so damn close.

  Logan had his orders. But by this point he was ready and willing to risk disciplinary action to touch her. He released the bookcase and lowered his arms. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he rocked gently, keeping pace with her, no longer caring who was in control.

  Sadie didn’t reprimand him. And she didn’t let up. She didn’t let him think, not about the past, his mistakes, his grief that had hung like an anchor around his neck for so many long months. Talk about being at her mercy. Right here, right now, the sexy redhead who had burst into his life like a blast of C-4 owned him. And it felt good.

  He exploded, coming in a rush. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. She took everything he had, keeping her lips wrapped around him, her hands stroking him until he was spent.

  Logan dropped his arms to his sides and locked his knees, trying his best to stay on his feet. She pulled back and he could feel her body moving, but he didn’t open his eyes. Not yet. He was too far gone.

  “Feeling good?” The commanding tone she’d used earlier had disappeared, replaced by her everyday voice.

  “Good doesn’t cover it,” he said, opening his eyes. She stood in front of him, the look on her face a combination of sweetness and pure sin. Her lips formed a gentle smile while her eyes shone with mystery. It was as if she was running through a mental playbook of all the things she wanted to do to him next.

  “Give me ten and whatever you’re thinking, it’s a go.”

  She laughed, the sound washing over him like a caress. “Ten minutes? What do you suggest we do while we wait?”

  He pulled her close. Her clothes rubbed up against his bare skin, her hips rocking against him. If she kept that up he might not need the full ten. “You could walk me through what you have in mind for the rest of the night. Tell me what I can do to drive you wild.”

  She rested her palms flat against his chest. “You want me to describe it to you?”

  Logan nodded, running his hands down her back to her ass. He gave her a squeeze, trapping her against him.

  “Next time, I want you inside me.”

  “I want that, too,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  “But that is all I’m going to tell you now.” Her lips touched his collarbone. “You have my word, no whips. But I need to punish you.” She nipped his chest and he tightened his hold on her. “For disobeying my orders.”

  “You might tie me up?”

  “Maybe.” Her tongue ran over his nipple.

  His entire body responded. Ten minutes was starting to look more like five. The way Sadie commanded his body blew him away.

  “That girl in the story,” he said, his mind still flooded with pleasure. “Is that you?”

  Her mouth froze and she pulled back. Christ, he’d stuck his foot in his mouth.

  “No. I’ve never been afraid to ask for what I want, or go after it, for that matter. But Isabelle—that’s the character—she hit a nerve with women.” Her brow furrowed as she stared at the books behind him.

  “I think,” she said, “there are too many women out there who haven’t found their voice. I believe all women should go after what they want. Not just in the bedroom, but in every aspect of their lives.”

  “Look at me, Sadie.”

  She obeyed.

  “I like that about you.” He ran his hands up her back around to her front. Cupping her breasts through her shirt, he ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Tell me, Sadie, what do you want?”

  A slow smile formed on her lips and the uncomfortable tension he’d felt a moment earlier subsided.

  “What I have in mind involves a bed,” she said. “Think you can manage the drive back to the farm?”

  No. After his first blowjob in years, he could barely walk. But the challenge in her eyes had him nodding yes.

  “Good. Get dressed, soldier. Unless you want to drive through town naked. I won’t object.”

  She slipped from his grasp and he instantly missed the contact. He watched her survey the remains of their dinner, her hands on her hips.

  “Do we need to clean up first?”

  “No.” He pulled on his jeans, carefully zipping his fly over his semihard dick. For the first time in more months than he wanted to count, he was ready for sex. He wasn’t stopping to do the dishes. “I’ll come back in the morning. And the store is closed tomorrow. Owner’s day off.”

  He pulled on his shirt and boots, and then reached for her hand. Glancing at her, he knew. He wasn’t geared up for just sex. He was ready for Sadie. Her laughter, her beauty and her take-no-prisoners attitude had a hold on him.

  But he’d deal with the ramifications later. Right now, he needed her.

  “Let’s go.”

  13

  LOGAN TURNED OFF the ignition and opened the truck door, his mind mission-ready.

  The last time he’d felt this singular focus he’d been in a war zone. Right now, he had one goal—get Sadie into her bedroom and naked. Beneath him, on top of him, it didn’t matter.

  “Logan.”

  He had one foot out the door. But when she touched his arm, he froze and turned to face her.

  “I know we rushed out of the store,” she said. “But before we go inside, I want you to know that tonight was special. Thank you.”

  Her words warmed him inside and out, but did nothing to diminish his need to get her into the bedroom. Pulling free of her grasp, he climbed out of the truck and went around to open her door. Offering his hand, he said, “You’re welcome.”

  Sadie smiled. Placing her hand in his, she slid to the ground. “Follow me, soldier.”

  Inside the guesthouse, he let her lead the way, unable to take his eyes off her short skirt. The fabric brushed the back of her thighs, teasing and taunting him. He wanted to touch her, taste her and drive her wild. They reached the bedroom and Logan closed the door behind them, locking out the rest of the world.

  “I’m going to give you a choice.” Sadie stood in the center of her bedroom, her hands on the zipper of her skirt. “The bed or the chair.”

  Sadie might be calling the shots, but he knew what he wanted—to feel her come against his mouth. After that, her body wrapped around his while she screamed his name sounded like a damn good idea. He could make that happen in the oversize armchair, but if she was giving him a choice, the four-poster queen-size bed sounded better.

  “The bed.”

  She nodded. She drew her zipper down, letting her skirt hit the floor. Standing out of arm’s reach in her shirt and red lace underwear, she bent down to unzip her boots, then tossed them aside. “Sit down.”

  Logan perched on the edge of the mattress, arms at his sides, fingers pressing into the comforter. “I’m not going to lie, Sadie. I’m dying to touch you.”

  She closed the space between them. “Where?”

  His gaze dropped to her chest. He reached for the bottom of her shirt. His fingers ran up her stomach, lifting the fabric and exposing her torso. Grazing the underside of her breast, he paused.

  “Here.” Tracing a line across her body, he brushed the other side. “And here.”

  She stepped back, breaking the contact.

  “Sadie.” The temptation to pull her close, strip off her clothes and run his hands over every inch of her was at war with his desire to let her ask for what she wanted.

  Slowly, she drew her shirt over her head, teasing him with every inch of bare flesh. Her red lace bra followed. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, drawing them down her long legs.

  Beautiful, sexy—these words only scratched the surface. She looke
d so perfect he ached to touch every inch of her. But it wasn’t her breasts or the neatly groomed red curls between her legs, covering the part of her he was damn near dying to taste, that undid him. Sadie’s confidence blew him away. She didn’t hesitate. She was here because she wanted him. And knowing that she planned to tell him how she wanted him, in detail, pushed him close to the edge.

  Abandoning her underwear to the floor, she moved between his splayed thighs. Sadie took his hand in hers and lifted it to her breast. Guiding his movements, she brushed his palm over her taut nipple before wrapping his fingers around her breast. She lifted his other hand up to her bare flesh and did the same.

  “Touch me,” she said, releasing his hands.

  He squeezed, testing the full weight. Sadie moaned. Logan ran his hand down her torso around to her low back. Pulling her close against him, he pressed his lips to the space between her breasts.

  “Tell me what you like.” He needed to hear her voice, to know he was giving her what she needed.

  “Run your tongue over me.”

  With one palm on her back and the other on her chest, he obeyed, licking a circle around the perimeter of her areola, staying far from the nipple. He knew she wanted more. He could feel it in the way she shifted, trying to guide his mouth to the more sensitive flesh, but he needed to hear the words.

  Sadie let out a frustrated sound. A second later, he felt her hands in his hair, directing his lips to the center of her breast. “There.”

  Logan obeyed, drawing her in, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Sadie arched in his arms. He drew back, releasing her. “This is what you want?”

  “We’re getting there.” Her hands ran down the back of his neck over his shoulders. Moving around the front, she began drawing his T-shirt up, bunching the fabric in her hands. She pushed him back and drew it over his head.

  Her fingers on the top of his jeans, Sadie stepped away, pulling him with her. “Stand up.”

  He shifted off the bed and she undid his pants, pushing them down his thighs. Without waiting for her instructions, he kicked his pants aside. “Now what?”

  She tapped her lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  “With your big bag of sex toys?” he called after her.

  She paused in the door, looking back at him with those mysterious green eyes, her long hair trailing down her naked back. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t have a sex toy collection. I don’t even own a vibrator.”

  “Sadie, I can’t promise much. But I can promise you are not going to need a vibrator tonight.”

  “I’m going to make sure you are a man of your word, soldier. I might not have a bag of toys, but I can be very creative.”

  Logan watched her disappear around the corner. Christ, he wanted this—wanted her. But sitting naked on her bed, alone, doubt crept up on him. Was he ready? Whatever she had planned would probably blow him away. He didn’t need toys. He just wanted her.

  “Don’t screw this up,” he muttered.

  Sadie returned with condoms in one hand. In the other, she held a spool of pink ribbon. Desire and curiosity pushed aside his misgivings.

  “Planning to wrap me up?”

  “Yes.” She set the condoms on the bedside table and began unraveling the ribbon. She wore a serious expression, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. Excitement. And it was contagious. He’d never gone to bed with a woman feeling so eager, not just for the sex—though he might go crazy if he didn’t get inside her soon—but to see what she would do next.

  “Lie down,” she said. “On your back, hands over your head.”

  She waited for him to assume the position before climbing up onto the bed. Kneeling beside his chest, she took hold of his right hand and drew it over to the bedpost.

  Logan craned his neck, trying to follow her movements. But Sadie straddled his arm, blocking his view. He could feel her hot and wet against his forearm. He wanted to pull his hand out of her grasp and slide it down, dipping his fingers inside.

  “No,” Sadie said as if she could read his mind. He felt the ribbon wrap around his wrist, binding him to the bedpost. When she’d finished, she gave his arm a light tug to test her work. Seemingly satisfied, she repeated the process on the other side. Leaving him tied up, she slipped off and walked around to the foot of the bed, surveying her work.

  “Does this turn you on?” he asked, his voice low.

  She drew her lower lip into her mouth and nodded. Without a word, she joined him on the bed, moving up his body, driving every inch of him crazy, until she placed one knee on either side of his hips.

  Logan closed his eyes. He’d never been so hot and ready. And he had a feeling it had little to do with the pink ribbon. It was Sadie. There was no question in his mind; he wanted this.

  He heard the rip of a condom wrapper. A second later, he felt her hands on him, covering him. Logan opened his eyes and watched Sadie shift over him, then lower herself down onto his rock-hard, aching dick. His hips pressed up to meet her, letting her take her time and adjust to him.

  “Wow, Logan. Just wow.”

  She began to move, rocking her hips, pressing against him. Her hands ran up and down his chest. Her breasts bounced, demanding his attention. But he couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste. It was torture. He thought about breaking the ribbon, but then he felt her muscles tighten.

  Sadie moved faster, shifting her hands to his shoulders and then to the mattress on either side of his head. Her nipples grazed his chest as her back arched. She threw her head back, closing her eyes and calling to a higher power. Then it was just his name on her lips again and again, begging him for more.

  Her movements stilled until only her hips ground into him. Hard. She moved her hands back to his chest, sitting upright. Her wild-eyed gaze danced over him. He knew the moment she turned her attention to his bound wrists. Her body tensed around him like a vise. She raised her hands to her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples, drawing out her orgasm. Forgetting about his hands and his desires, he lost himself in her pleasure.

  The look in her eyes—it was pure wonder and awe. He saw the frank acknowledgment that he’d given her everything she needed and more. Watching her take her pleasure, knowing he’d given her what she wanted even if it drove him insane, pushed him too close to the edge. He focused on holding back. He didn’t want to come yet. He wasn’t done. Not even close.

  * * *

  EARTH-SHATTERING BLISS, blast of pleasure, falling over the edge—the words rushed through her mind. She’d described dozens of orgasms in the pages of her books. But now, as the sensations rocked her body, none of the words fit. She’d ridden Logan to an orgasm that had left her speechless.

  When the sensations started to recede, Sadie squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed onto Logan’s chest. Tracing his muscles, she ran her fingers over his arms until she brushed the ridiculous pink ribbon securing him to her bed. Seeing all that raw power under her control had pushed her to impossible heights, and the descent had been sweeter than anything she’d ever experienced.

  Her face nestled in the crook of his neck, Sadie felt the rise and fall of Logan’s chest. This man wasn’t relaxed and sated. Not even close. Every inch of his body was taut, tense and rigid, struggling to lie still beneath her. Was he waiting for her orders?

  Snap.

  The bed shifted beneath them, rocked by the force of his arm breaking the ribbon.

  “Logan?”

  Another snap, and this time, he used the force to roll her body beneath his, without breaking their connection. His hips pinned her to the mattress, while his forearms kept his torso suspended above hers.

  “Again, Sadie. I need to see you come again.”

  He pushed into her, setting a rough and demanding rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, arching up, letting her nipples brush against his
chest. The friction, his cock driving into her over and over, unrelenting, drew her closer and closer.

  “Logan.” She held on to his shoulders. Her orgasm threatened to shatter her into pieces. Her body was still reeling from the last one. But this time, he hit someplace deep inside her that took her further than she’d ever imagined.

  Slowly, when the pleasure released its all-consuming hold on her, she relaxed her grip on his shoulders. Above her, Logan stopped. She wondered if he’d come, but one look at his intense, grim expression said no.

  “Again,” he demanded.

  “No, I can’t,” she moaned, shaking her head side to side. Her body quaked inside and out with the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

  He withdrew until she felt the head of his penis poised at her entrance. And then he drove back into her. “Again. One more time. For me, Sadie.”

  “Logan,” she gasped as he teased her a second time, withdrawing until she felt empty and needy.

  “Wrap your legs around me, Sadie.”

  No longer caring who gave the orders, she did as he asked, opening up to him, allowing him to go deeper. She held on to him, watching as he thrust faster and harder, shaking the bed each time he pushed inside her.

  He was so close, so ready to explode, but he was waiting. He was holding back. For her. Knowing that, she fell headfirst into another mind-blowing orgasm.

  This time he let go. One last powerful thrust into her quivering body and he went still, moaning her name as he came.

  Sadie held him, unwilling to break their connection. When the tension left his muscles, she drew him down to her, not caring that his weight practically crushed her. She felt him bury his face in her hair, and enjoyed the feel of his breath, slow and steady now, against her ear.

  Eventually, he started to stir. He murmured something about the condom and then pushed up. She watched as he disposed of it and returned to bed. Lying down next to her, he gathered her into his arms.

  “I’m sorry I broke your ribbons,” he said.

  Her fingers danced over his sculpted abs. “Are you?”