“Will you stay with me?” she asked. “Tonight? I’m too freaked out to be alone.”

  Logan nodded, his eyes tracking toward her sofa. “I can crash over there if you want.”

  It wasn’t what she wanted. Harper wanted him to hold her. To feel all that solid strength pressed against her skin. It was probably a bad idea to ask him to sleep in her bed, but she didn’t care. She needed him. “I want you to hold me,” she whispered.

  Logan’s hand briefly stilled, resting on the small of her back. The warmth of it burned into her skin, through the thin tank top she had on. He stepped infinitesimally closer. “Tell me what you need.”

  “I want to sleep with your arms around me tonight—in my bed.”

  “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

  She pushed away from him, feeling frustrated. It’s not like she was trying to seduce the man. She wanted to feel close to someone. “Hey,” he said, not letting her pull away. “I’ll hold you all night, beautiful. If that’s what you need, I’m here.”

  “You just said it’s not a good idea.”

  “No, but I’m here for you now. I can control myself and be a perfect gentleman.”

  His hand shifted to her hip, holding her in place, and despite everything, she could feel the attraction simmering between them. She wasn’t crying anymore, and somehow just mentioning her bed had her yearning for more. She wanted him. Wanted Logan’s strength and heat moving over her. She wanted to lose herself in him and just forget the rest of the world for tonight.

  Harper reached out, letting her fingers trail down Logan’s chest. “What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?”

  He raised his eyebrows. Electricity arced between them. Logan was so close; she could push up on her tiptoes and meet his lips in an instant. His other hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “Take me to bed,” she murmured.

  And then her arms were wrapping around his neck as Logan pulled her close and their lips crashed together. Logan tasted divine—inexplicably like coffee but also musk and man. His stubble rubbed against her skin, and it was sexy. Sinful. He was all man. Nothing but pure male. And she needed his strength and power right now.

  Logan’s arms dipped lower, and then he was lifting her up like she weighed nothing at all. Her legs tightened around his waist, and suddenly Logan was carrying her down the hallway as they continued kissing one another like they could never get enough.

  She had a small apartment. One door led to her bathroom; the other was her bedroom. Logan didn’t hesitate, just carried her into the dark room. They fumbled with their clothes, pulling them off between kisses. Logan had already seen her naked. He’d already kissed her intimately. She wanted to see Logan though. Admire his gorgeous body. Appreciate the heat in his eyes. She turned on the lamp on her nightstand, nearly knocking it over in her haste.

  Sex was obviously a bigger deal than when he’d stripped her down the other night and made her come apart in his arms, but she wanted the closeness of it. The intimacy. She needed to feel Logan’s muscular body above her. To feel him inside her. To make her feel safe and alive.

  “Are you sure about this, beautiful?” he asked, his voice gravel. Their eyes locked for a moment. He was already hard, his cock jutting up toward those perfect six-pack abs. Logan was beautiful. It might be strange to think that about a man, but his body was a work of art. He had a chiseled abdomen, thick biceps, and muscles everywhere. He wasn’t too bulky—just strong and athletic. The stubble on his strong jaw made him look even more masculine. And with those big hands and his thick erection? She wanted to feel him everywhere.

  “Hell yes, I’m sure.”

  Logan’s gaze raked over her. He took in the swell of her breasts. The tattoo on her ribcage. Her neatly-trimmed pussy. She’d never be a Brazilian girl, but she kept things tidy. And he seemed to appreciate it judging from the way he’d enthusiastically gone down on her the other evening.

  Logan stepped closer and kissed his way down her neck. She sucked in a breath, her hands landing on his broad shoulders. His mouth and tongue were wet on her skin, his heat and scent surrounding her. He moved lower, kissing his way down her chest. Logan licked one taut nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned and arched against him, and he released it with a pop. While he’d been careful and attentive with her earlier this week, there was an urgency between them tonight. She didn’t want to wait. Didn’t want slow and sweet. She wanted Logan to simply devour her.

  His hands found her hips as his mouth moved to her other breast, and he was sucking and laving at her like a man starved. She knew she was small-chested, but Logan didn’t seem put off by that in the least. He licked and then lightly bit down on her nipple, causing her to cry out in surprise. Sparks shot straight to her pussy, and then he was blowing on her nipple gently, soothing the sting.

  She whimpered as Logan began kissing his way down her abdomen, pushing her back onto the bed. “Don’t make me wait,” she said. “I need you inside me.”

  Logan’s large hand slid to her folds. “Fuck. You’re already wet for me, baby.”

  Watching his muscular hand play with her pussy was arousing as hell. She wasn’t shy, and Logan clearly had no qualms about sex either. He obviously knew his way around a woman’s body, and she loved the feel of his hands and mouth on her skin.

  “I have condoms.” She reached up over her head, fumbling with the drawer of her nightstand. Logan growled in approval as he saw the box of condoms and vibrator in her drawer. Maybe she should feel embarrassed, but who the hell cared? She was a grown woman. She liked sex.

  Harper pulled out the condoms, and Logan was already moving over her, his mouth sucking on one nipple again, his fingers sliding through her drenched folds. She gasped and arched off the bed as his fingers found her clit and lightly circled it.

  Damn.

  Logan knew exactly how to work her body, and hell if she didn’t love him for it.

  She felt his thick erection nudging against her thigh as he kissed his way back up her body. She ripped open the foil, and then it was Logan’s turn to groan as she rolled the condom on him. He muttered an oath as she lightly squeezed the base of his cock.

  “Hell, beautiful. Don’t tease me like that. I need to make this last for you.”

  His lips found hers as he moved over her body, lining his erection up with her core. The tip of his cock teased her folds, and then he was lightly pushing inside. Penetrating her. Claiming her as his. Logan was big. Thick. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, and damn if it wasn’t the most exquisite feeling ever.

  He eased in slowly, inch by inch, letting her get used to him.

  Harper couldn’t imagine never feeling this again. Logan consumed her. She wasn’t aware of anything but his cock filling her and his lips on hers. When he finally bottomed out, they both groaned. He paused for a moment, gripping her wrists and lifting them above her head. She was pinned to the bed. His. And Logan seemed to love having her trapped beneath him. He nipped at her lips, holding her down as she tried to move her hips beneath him.

  “Now. Fuck me,” she ordered.

  His lips quirked slightly and then he kissed her. Hard. Logan moved her wrists to one large hand and brought her leg up, bending her knee as he held her open with one muscular arm. She was spread wide beneath him, all his strength contained so he didn’t hurt her. And then he was thrusting. Taking her. Filling her with his throbbing cock again and again.

  She whimpered as he filled her, and sparks of pleasure began to sizzle and crack. Logan was electrifying. He lit her body up like no man had ever been able to accomplish in the past. She was pinned in place by his body, his hands and cock holding her exactly how he wanted, and she loved being at Logan’s mercy.

  He’d barely gotten started before she was gasping his name. His lips moved to her ear as he took her harder. “Like that, beautiful?” he rasped.

  He slid in and out of her, the base of his erection rubbing against her clit exactly where she needed him. His grip on her leg tightened, holding her open as his thrusts increased. He released her wrists and Harper clung to his broad shoulders, crying out. “Yes. More. Logan. Please!”

  He growled into her ear but went even faster, pistoning in and out of her body. Before she could stop it, her orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere. It was so fast it shocked the hell out of her. One moment Logan was teasing her higher and higher, and the next, she simply exploded. Harper screamed out his name, clinging to him as he filled her. The base of his dick rubbed against her swollen clit again, and she cried out his name again, her orgasm going on and on.

  Logan stiffened, and then he was coming, too. Muttering an oath as he found his release. His lips brushed against her hair, her neck, as he lay panting atop her. Logan eased her leg out of his strong grip and slowly rolled over, pulling Harper right along with him so that she was splayed atop his body, his cock still buried inside her.

  “Oh my God,” she whimpered, too sated to even move off of him.

  Their bodies glistened with sweat, and she could feel his heart pounding beneath her. Logan’s hands ran over her back and bottom, soothing her even as he continued to breathe hard. Harper didn’t think she’d ever come so hard or quickly before. Something about this man simply set her ablaze. She’d always loved sex, but this had been utterly indescribable.

  “That was—holy shit,” he said appreciatively, grinning as their gazes met.

  That was probably the first time she’d ever rendered a man speechless. The intensity of his gaze seared into her. Scared her, even. She felt vulnerable and ripped wide open. Sex was just sex, right? But sex with Logan had been amazing. Mind-blowing.

  She couldn’t ignore the slight pang in her heart now that it was over. Nothing that good lasted. It had been explosive because of the crazy chemistry between them. It was exhilarating because it was their first time together. Maybe he’d hold her tonight like she’d asked, but then they’d part ways.

  He’d move on to another woman.

  And she didn’t want him to stick around, did she? Maybe for the night, but if they were together, she’d get hurt eventually, because all relationships ran their course and ended at some point.

  Logan’s cock finally slipped free from her channel as it softened, and he muttered something about taking care of the condom. He returned from her bathroom a moment later and surprised her by curling his large body around hers and pulling her into his arms.

  She’d asked him to stay tonight but somehow hadn’t believed he really would. She certainly hadn’t expected him to spoon her from behind and hold her like she was his. Logan ducked down and kissed her bare shoulder, his fingers lightly running over the tattoo on her ribcage before he pulled the covers up and around them.

  “I’ve got you, beautiful,” he said, and surprisingly, she relaxed against him. Usually, she felt awkward sleeping with a man. Sex she had no issue with, but letting herself get comfortable enough to actually sleep in a man’s arms? To trust him that much?

  Somehow Logan calmed her in a way no other man could.

  And Logan might be a huge flirt, but he was also solid and strong and real. His thick arms felt amazing around her, and her body was sated and relaxed from that thorough fucking. She closed her eyes, letting her body meld against his as her heart rate slowed and breathing deepened. Logan said something quietly, but Harper was already drifting off, safe in his arms.

  Chapter 7

  LOGAN CURSED THE NEXT morning as he heard his phone buzzing. What the hell? He blinked, realizing that he wasn’t alone. Silky dark hair spilled against his bare chest, and he was sporting morning wood, a woman’s legs tangled up with his.

  Aw hell.

  He was in Harper’s bed. With Harper draped over him.

  He’d promised to stay the night and hold her, but he’d slept with her. Had sex. Taken her right here in her own bed and thrust into her like he could never get enough.

  He scrubbed a hand across the stubble on his jaw, briefly remembering that someone had just texted him at this ungodly hour.

  Sex with Harper last night had been...mind-blowing. He’d pinned her down beneath him, feeling all that smooth skin and those supple curves against him, spread her open, and then sunk into heaven. All with Harper begging him to go faster. Harder. He’d taken what he’d wanted, thrusting into that hot pussy, and she’d freaking loved it.

  Jesus Christ.

  He had no problem pleasuring a woman in bed, but with Harper, he could let his guard down. Normally, he was concentrating a lot on the woman. Some were quiet and nervous, and he always felt like he had to tread carefully. Some wanted it slow and sweet. Overly gentle. Logan was assertive and loved taking the lead in bed. He had no qualms about taking Harper however he wanted, because he knew she’d let him know right away if she didn’t like something.

  And damn. When she’d opened her nightstand drawer? She had a vibrator right there, ready to pleasure herself and take care of her own needs. He’d easily get hard in the future just imagining her using the vibrator on herself. And while he knew he could pleasure her in multiple ways, he wouldn’t mind using that on her, too, just to drive her wild and watch her beg him for more.

  He eased Harper’s sleeping form off him to grab his pants. No doubt his phone was still in the pocket. Shit. What if Troy had tried to contact him last night? He’d been out cold. The stress from tracking down Caitlyn and then the utter bliss after taking Harper to bed had done him in. He should’ve at least put his phone on the nightstand in case something urgent came up.

  Standing up, he realized he didn’t have the usual stiffness in his shoulders this morning. Nope. That was reserved for his dick, he thought with a smirk. Stiff and hard as a rock.

  When he was stressed, tension seemed to course through him and settle in his shoulders. Apparently sleeping—and sex—with Harper had relaxed him enough that he was feeling damn good today.

  He crossed the room to grab his pants, his gaze landing on Harper. She was covered from the waist down, and her dark hair spilled over her breasts. Her lithe form was tempting as hell, but she needed her rest. Yesterday had been stressful for both of them.

  And he figured no one would be texting him this early on a Saturday unless it was important.

  Glancing down at the screen, he saw a message from his CO.

  Briefing at 1200. Bring your gear.

  Shit. That meant they were getting sent out. Troy would be pissed as hell at having to leave Caitlyn after last night. Hell. His gaze landed on the clock, and he saw that it wasn’t as early as he thought. The time on the screen showed 8:05. He was used to getting up early during the week for PT and didn’t often sleep in on weekends—unless he had a beautiful woman draped over him, apparently.

  Harper was still out cold, and he tugged on his pants, walking shirtless down the hall to her kitchen. He thumbed a text to Troy, asking how Caitlyn was, and then rummaged around in Harper’s fridge. He wasn’t much of a cook but could make a decent omelet. Fortunately, she had eggs, milk, cheese, and some vegetables. He wouldn’t know what to do with some of the fancier things she had in there. Logan assumed she might experiment with her baking at home sometimes, but her apartment kitchen in no way compared to the industrial space she was renting.

  The food was cooking on the stove by the time Harper padded into the kitchen half an hour later, looking cute as hell in a tank top and skimpy panties. Her eyes widened as she saw him standing shirtless at her stove. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said with a wink.

  “You’re cooking me breakfast?”

  She was still gaping at him, and Logan chuckled. “That I am, gorgeous. I’m hungry. I figured you were, too. I already texted Troy for an update. Caitlyn can have visitors starting at 0900, so I figured we’d eat before you headed over there.”

  Her face fell slightly before she schooled her expression. “Okay, great. I’m sure you have stuff to get to today and—”

  “Only two people are allowed to visit her at a time,” he said, interrupting her. “Troy’s not leaving her side. I can drive you over and wait in the lobby for a short time, but I’ve unfortunately got to get home and pack.”

  “Oh. You’re taking a trip?” She looked confused still, and Logan realized she was still exhausted and half-asleep. He needed to get some coffee and food in her. And he sure as shit shouldn’t stand here staring at her too long. Her dark hair was tousled as it fell around her shoulders, like she’d been thoroughly fucked last night. Her eyes were softer than usual, and her lips looked positively kissable. Not that he’d be kissing her again. Last night had been awesome, but he shouldn’t pretend this was something it wasn’t.

  They’d had sex. He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material though. Logan and his teammates shipped out all the damn time. Today. It was hard as hell having a relationship with a job like his. Maybe his teammates had made it work, but he and Harper weren’t even dating.

  Still, he didn’t like seeing her vulnerable.

  “We’re getting sent out on an op,” Logan explained. “I got an early morning text from my CO. We’ve got a briefing at noon, and he said to bring our gear. I don’t think I mentioned it last night with everything happening, but Caitlyn’s apartment was ransacked. She’ll need a place to stay when she’s released.”

  “Ransacked? Holy shit. What were they looking for?”

  “Some military IDs had gone missing the night of the yacht hijacking. Apparently, they’d stuffed them in her purse and had come back to find them.”

  “Who? The gunmen?”

  Logan nodded. “And although the investigation is classified, I can share that it’s still ongoing. I guess that’s one more missing piece of it. Hopefully the whole damn thing will be behind us soon. It sounds like Caitlyn might be in the hospital for a few days, but Troy’s going to ask her to stay at his place when she’s released.”

 

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