The meal went better than he hoped, and though he didn't expect her to agree, his heart leapt when she said she loved him. It took all his strength not to wipe all the dishes from the table and spread her across the top of it to really kiss. Instead, he picked her up and carried her out of the dining room and toward his suite. He ignored the rowdy cheers from down the hall, particularly as Natalia stopped nibbling at his jaw to look over his shoulder. "What was that?"
"I'm sure they're watching a football game," he said, not wanting to spook her.
She raised an eyebrow. "A football game where we fuck at the end?"
He laughed but didn't answer, only kicking open the door to his suite and kicking it closed behind him. Then it was a short walk to the bedroom. He'd started a fire there and changed the sheets to the high quality cotton ones — just in case things went well. Logan dropped Natalia on the mattress and stood over her, just looking at her. Drinking her in.
She went up on her elbows, eyebrow raised. "What?"
"You're just — too beautiful."
"I know." She sat and tugged on his tie, then pulled his shirt out of his pants and reached for his belt.
Logan pinned her back against the bed, kissing her until she sighed and moved against him. He undressed her, starting with a pair of ridiculous cowboy boots. Threw them aside, then unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her long, muscled legs. He picked up her foot and kissed her ankle, trailed kisses up to her knee.
Her eyes had gone dark with desire as she sprawled across his bed. Logan dropped her leg and instead tugged her shirt over her head, burying his face between her breasts as soon as they were revealed. She laughed but pulled impatiently at his shirt. "You should be naked too. I want to see you."
"Do you?" His voice went all throaty and deep, the lion shivering to the surface because he wanted her so desperately his control nearly slipped.
She bit her lower lip, a hint of a smile escaping.
He almost came just from that look. He rubbed her thigh as he stood between her knees, taking in the smooth expanse of pale skin, the lacy bra that still hid her breasts. She looked soft and warm and ready. Willing. Just waiting for him to claim her. Logan took off his tie and jacket, threw them onto the chair in the corner, then pulled off his shirt. Stretched for her benefit, and even flexed a little. Just because.
Natalia stroked her stomach, watching him. "Lose the pants."
He laced his hands behind his head and raised an eyebrow at her. "Go ahead."
"Lazy kitty," she murmured, sitting up and taking his belt in hand. She unbuckled it, worked the button and then the zipper. Her hands pushed the pants from his hips, then she ran a finger under the waist of his boxer briefs. Teased him, looking up with wide eyes as she batted her eyelashes. "Do you have something in there for me?"
Logan caught a handful of her hair and dragged her face to his for a kiss, crushing her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She would learn that lions didn't like to be teased. She melted in his arms, let the force of his kiss bear her back to the mattress, and Logan pushed her higher on the bed. He kept his grip on her hair, though, as he slid his hand into her panties. Found her wet and wanting, his fingers sliding easily into her crease. Natalia moaned and arched against him, her nails dragged across his chest.
He kissed her again, then tore off the bra that still concealed her perfect breasts. Her nipples stood out, pink and dainty. Logan circled one with his tongue, sucked on her nipple and then her entire breast, pulling deeply enough that she cried out and grabbed his hair. He lifted his head, loving the erotic flush traveling up her throat to her cheeks and the tangle of her dark hair against his pillows. He could watch her all night. Every night. For the rest of his life.
"I love the way you moan," he said, then bit her lip.
Natalia looked a little dazed, reaching for him. "Kiss me again."
"I will." Logan chuckled and slid down her body, dragging the panties away until he breathed against the heated skin at the apex of her thighs. Kissed her there and reveled in the taste of her, the quick, breathy moans she made, the way she grabbed his hair but squeezed her breast at the same time. "Come for me, baby."
Her hips pushed at his face, and he had to pin her thighs down, working steadily to bring to the edge of orgasm just before he backed off. She hovered; he felt the ripples in her core as he teased her clit in delicate, soft, brief touches. Natalia reached down to finish herself, growling in frustration, but Logan knocked her hands away. He nibbled along the inside of her thigh, letting his beard scrape against the sensitive skin. "You want something?"
"I want you." Her head tossed on the pillow and her hips bucked, she pushed at him and begged. "Please. I want to feel you."
He groaned, his cock ready to explode at the thought of her silky channel, but dragged off his briefs as he latched his mouth to her clit and sucked. Hard. The scream started low in her throat but built, and then she wailed, arching away from the mattress and grabbing double handfuls of the sheets as tremors rolled through her. Logan had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.
A sheen of sweat covered her, covered him as well as he knelt between her thighs. He pinned her shoulders down and nuzzled his nose against hers. "Ready?"
It took her forever to open her eyes, glazed and dazed from her orgasm, and she stroked his cheek with a sigh. "Go slow. I want to feel you."
It took all his control not to take her hard, right then. She'd feel that. But there was time for that later, when they knew each other better. He held his weight off her, taking his cock in hand to rub the head through the slick heat of her pussy. Natalia moaned and lifted her hips. "More."
"Bossy little thing, aren't you?" He kissed her into silence so he could press the tip into her in peace, and her body clutched him in a warm, wet embrace. He slid deeper and she sighed, broke the kiss to make a soft little "Oooh" sound that branded itself on his brain. Her body rolled against his, hips tilting, and Logan groaned, thrusting until his stomach met hers, and he was in.
She made that sighing, hungry sound, like the yummy noises when she ate, and he held still until she settled. Her legs lifted, wrapped around his hips, and she stroked the back of his neck. Natalia's blue eyes found his in the firelight. "You feel so good, Logan."
He started moving, slow and steady, until those little sighs turned deeper, into moans. He stroked through her, watching the flush rise in her cheeks again, the sweat beading on her forehead. Until she froze underneath him, meeting his thrusts with short little jerks of her own, and her muscles squeezed his cock and the pressure built in his balls until he couldn't wait, he couldn't stop. He moved faster, harder, thrusting until the slapping of their flesh filled the room, until the wet sounds of his body filling hers deafened him and control was a distant memory.
He pinned her shoulder down with one hand and tilted her hips up with the other, deepening the penetration until she cried out again and again and clawed at his sides. And still the lion wanted more. Needed more. He pulled out abruptly and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and plunging back into her before she could do more than get her hands underneath her.
Logan leaned over her back, his arm a bar across her chest to keep from fucking her into the headboard, and growled. She cried out, pushing back to meet him, and he grabbed her hips, yanking her back into every thrust. Fucking her until she seized up again and he had to force his way through her spasming channel until — release. His balls exploded and he filled her in a heated rush, kept thrusting until his come spilled out and down her thighs. She moaned low in her throat and collapsed forward onto the pillows, panting.
He stayed deep in her, never wanting to leave her, and lay on his side with her tight against his chest. He closed his eyes and struggled for breath, stroking her stomach over and over as she sighed and trembled, and aftershocks rippled through her core every time he moved. Logan kissed her shoulder, right where he would bite her if he meant to turn her, and hoped his voice sounded normal. "Are you okay?"
She stretched with a little wince, but sighed, so close to that delicious "oooh" she made that he was immediately hard again. She looked over her shoulder at him, then down at where they remained joined. "Better than okay?"
He laughed and eased back, let her lay on her back so he could move over her again. "I'll take it easy this time." He licked the sweat off her chest, between her breasts, and her fingers worked into his hair. "Unless you have other ideas?"
She smiled, then sat up to push him onto his back. "I might."