Chapter Four

 

Sam moved tentatively, his semi arousal evident. A spark of feminine pride went through her. She was responsible for his reaction, she thought with a giddy sigh, her head sinking in the softness of the pillow. She could feel each of his fingers as his palm pressed over her flesh, onto her stomach.

A shiver ran through her and she closed her eyes tightly when his palm moved very lightly back to her side and up to pulled the long hair from her throat. A tiny yelp made him chuckle when his teeth grazed the space between her neck and shoulder.

“Logan? What are you doing?”

“Tasting you…it’s amazing how sweet you taste,” he felt the gentle shiver when his mouth moved toward her throat.

“Umm…I thought you said no more kissing…”

“Nothing at all wrong with making out like kids,” Logan wondered how long he could push his sanity. The groan was pulled loudly from his throat when she pushed her round behind deliberately against him.

“I don’t see you walking away happy from a date that leaves you with that,” Sam chuckled, curious about his behavior. She pulled away suddenly, a bouncing turn and she lay facing him. “Hmmm…I’m thinking decisions like this should be a partnership effort, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure my ego can handle not being in control,” Logan felt another strand of his self control snap, lightening illuminated the room with a burst that outlined the feminine curves and sparkled off the wide, innocent looking eyes.

“Oh, dear…I hadn’t considered that,” Sam felt herself fall a little more, enjoying his teasing. “I have a difficult time believing having a girl seduce you would be harmful to your self esteem,” she leaned on one elbow and brought the other palm up, fingertips moving softly over his face.

“I think you need to consider something before this gets too far along,” Logan inhaled raggedly, his eyes closed as her fingers caressed over his face and onto his throat.

“I’m listening,” she answered, leaning closer and bringing her mouth to his. Lightly, teasingly she let her tongue out to trace over the full lips nestled between the soft facial hair. Sam felt the female in her soar when his mouth moved against hers, returning the touch, hastening the pressure.

Logan vaguely listened to the warning gongs that sounded too much like thunder outside their suite. His fingers tightened on her waist, struggling with the desire to touch her, arouse her and explode with her. He tore his mouth from hers and rolled to his back, pulling his hand from the tempting skin.

“We don’t have protection, Sam,” Logan pushed the words through his teeth, slammed his eyes shut tight and tried to find something to think of that was not Samantha Elliott. He almost jumped out of his skin when her palm came down on his erection, stroking him through the fabric of his shorts.

“Yes, we do,” Sam whispered, moving closer and trailing her lips over his chest, letting her tongue circle the flat male nipple. “I found a machine when I was out exploring. I’d never been in a men’s bathroom before. I bought some for us…just in case…” She raised her head, watching her hand as she drew one fingernail along the pulsing hard length of him.

“I…you…” Logan took her hand and knew he was too old to be sputtering like a teenaged kid. He rolled once more to sit upright. He knew he was facing where she lay, his hand up to rake through the dark hair in exasperation. Why the hell couldn’t they have met under normal circumstances? How much was she going to hate him when she got her memories back? “Sam, we really have to talk about this…”

Sam sat upright slowly, cross legged and looking toward his voice. Most puzzling, her girl brain thought. “You don’t want to make love with me? You don’t find me attractive?”

The words Tony had said came screaming back at him.

“Sam, you know I find you attractive, it’s not something I can damn well hide when your hot little hands are all over me,” Logan admitted gruffly, another flash of lightening making his eyes widen and his body flare just a little harder. He saw her cross her arms in front of her and pull the top she was wearing off. He caught a quick glimpse of a vanishing bra in the pulsing flashes of light.

“What is the length of time a couple has to know one another before they trust their instincts,” Sam prowled slowly over the surface of the bed, touching his shoulders and moving to his side before sliding to the floor in front of him. “Is it a couple days? A year? An hour…you have instincts,” she said softly, trailing two hands over his thighs and moving to stand between them pausing only a moment before she put her hands on his shoulders, pressing him back onto the bed. “What are your instincts telling you, Logan?”

Sam gave herself over to the need, dropping her mouth on his at the same time her body fell onto his on the bed. The kiss was brief. She suddenly found herself laying back on the large bed, alone. She closed her eyes, fighting the surge of hot tears behind her lashes. What was wrong with her? Why didn’t he want her? How could they have a marriage?

“Where did you put the condoms, Sam?” Logan felt the last strand of control snap.

Sam gulped, swiped at her face hurriedly. “My jeans pocket. I think they’re on the chair,” she said quickly, her voice low and husky for several reasons.

Logan found the jeans draped on the chair, his fingers feeling up the empty pair of jeans until he found the pocket. He managed to get his hand in far enough to pull the foil packets free, all six of them. He chuckled and moved back to the bed, dropping them on the nightstand.

“What’s funny?” Sam asked breathlessly.

“You think we’ll be that busy?”

“I’m an optimistic kind of girl,” she answered, a long sigh easing free when she felt his palm on her ankle. His touch moved slowly, strongly along the length of her leg, over her knee and onto the outside of her thigh.

Logan stretched out slowly on the bed after letting his shorts drop to the floor. His fingertips touched the lace edge of her panties, slipping inside and letting the taut red curls flow like silken strands through his fingers. His hand was quickly dislodged when Sam moved closer, one leg up and over his, the apex center of her pressing hotly against his naked hip.

Desire filled her senses, fascinated with the male body at her side, she let her hand roam heavily over his chest, letting her nails rake through the chest hair even as her hips wriggled against him. She felt him suck in a large draft of air, his masculine groan flaming the fires inside her.

Logan felt the hot moisture on his hip along with the teasing edge of lace. His hands went to her waist, urging her over him and giving his hands free rein, beginning with sinking them both into the thick red hair and pulling her mouth to his hungrily, no longer fighting with his conscience.

He was confident he would handle the fall out when it happened.

Sam let the world vanish around her, the wonderfully alive sensations coursing through her too intense to ignore. And so intense she wanted to revel in them and not think of anything else.

He did want her!

The shout rang through the female in her, even as she moved her hips against him, stroking the flames in them both. Her hands moved over his shoulders and into the short hair at the back of his head, caressing as their kiss broke, each of them gasping for breath before sinking into another sensuous foray.

Logan tipped her to the side, his palm roving over the silken flesh to capture one of the breasts pressing against him, full and demanding his attention. He moved his mouth over her throat and lower, taking one nipple between his lips and tugging, teasing and arousing the puckered little pebble. A sense of power coursed through him when she gasped, her nails on his shoulders and her lower body pressing hotly forward.

Sam gave up trying to think. All she wanted was the sensations he was building inside her to meet. The more attention he gave her breast, the more moisture built between her thighs, her hips angling trying to get that special place just right. She felt Logan’s palm moving lower even as his mouth continued to suckle and arouse her nipple.

Logan slid his palm over the flat of her stomach and inside the panties, shoving them slowly down her legs and returning to stroke his fingers through the thicket of coils. His fingers gathered the fragrant heat building, used it to stroke gently over the throbbing nub and held her tightly with his other arm when she arched her hips demandingly against his hand. He was only too willing to oblige and carefully, a little uncertainly, slid two fingers just inside to probe gently.

“Logan!” Sam raised one knee, granting him room at the same time she felt the powerful tremors just outside her grasp.

Logan groaned, a low masculine sound as he pulled his attention from her long enough to find one of the packets and cover himself. His hand slid back to her lower body, probing and stroking the heat before he moved between her legs. He bent his head, taking the other nipple between his teeth at the same time she positioned his heavy erection at the damp opening.

Sam released her fingers once she was sure he was where he needed to be, her head back and eyes closed, allowing the lightening sparks to join in her middle somewhere. His fingers knew what they were doing, stroking the tiny nub as he moved slowly inside her.

Logan was concerned even as he moved as slowly as he could, beads of sweat on his forehead and his groan low and filled with need. She was small and tight and so damn hot! He was congratulating himself on going slow when, without warning, all her muscles convulsed around him, spiraled and gloved him in the snug cocoon. Before he could move, Sam surged her hips upward, demanding and hungry and taking him fully inside her.

Sam gulped in a huge draft of air, sparkling lights dazzling the inside of her eye lids even as she refused to let her body stop the sensations. She lifted her legs, parting them more, inviting him deeper and wrapped them tightly around his waist.

Logan lost his control completely. He made a low, hoarse growl and drove himself into her in a series of fierce thrusts, releasing all the primeval urges he’d been working to control. His redhead had shattered it in a crystalline moment. He felt the intensity of his climax in every muscle in his body, the husky shout of satisfaction heard over the thunder outside their suite.

The strength in his arms shook, his body falling onto hers. Their scent filled the room, a sweet powerful fragrance. She had claimed him as her own, she thought, hands shaking only a little as they stroked over the fine covering of perspiration on his neck and shoulders. She was smiling when his mouth moved over hers.

“That’s what I call a honeymoon,” she whispered sexily against his mouth, a slight wince when he moved to the side.

“When you set your mind to something…who am I to stand in the way?” Logan brushed her lips with his, still amazed at the power of his climax. He left the bed for a minute, feeling his way carefully toward the bathroom.

Sam rearranged herself beneath the blankets, blinking the next second when the lights flared back into existence. She smiled at the man striding around the room turning out lights, naked. He had really nice muscles, she mused, laying back on the pillows. She moved to her side, frowning slightly. She knew this had not been a regular occurrence for them and wondered why.

“Why the face?” Logan climbed between the blankets, his arm out and immediately filled with a curving redhead.

“We made enough power to relight the city,” she answered with a cheeky laugh.

Logan just laughed. Deep and warm and alive. His arm tightened around her, his palm out and tipping her face to his. He kissed her softly, gently.

“You are delightful, Samantha,” his mouth moved over hers again when she didn’t move. They snuggled down on their sides, her head against his chest and the night settling around them.

Logan lay awake shortly after seven listening to the soft breathing beside him. She lay face down, her face turned to the open patio and long red hair draping over the blanket that stopped at her waist. His mind and body were trying to throw his physical reaction to her into a business spread sheet and it flat out refused to fit. It bewildered him that they had used two more of the packets through the night.

One she had begun and a couple hours later, he woke with an alarming need to claim her again. The astonishing part was the high level of passion she could arouse in him. Her touch and kiss thoroughly searing every part of his body and mind until the only cure was to wrap himself in her so totally that his body erupted with such an explosive climax that he swore he was dreaming.

They slept naked, which made it easier, he mused, shifting to his side and gently pulling the long strands of red off her back.

Sam felt the warm fingers on her neck and shoulders, a little tingle making her behind wiggle. She smiled at the deep laughter and blinked, slowly letting daylight wake up her foggy mind.

“You know that acts like a lure,” Logan bent closer, his mouth following the trail his fingers had blazed.

“Like fishing? Hmm…I never knew that before,” Sam purred softly, her throat arching for the pleasant sensations. “Guess it’s a good thing I went exploring yesterday…”

“You actually went into the men’s room?” Logan asked in disbelief.

“I’ve never been in one before,” she defended with a giggle. “I was curious and I knew it was safe since no one else was here.”

“I think Sunday morning is a great time to do some exploring,” Logan gripped her shoulder, turning her slowly to her back. The male in him reacted to the round, firm breasts even as his rational self says it should be impossible to want her again so soon. He drew one finger around the dark areola, watching the pink flesh pucker into a hard little pearl. He liked the sexy little mew that broke from her lips when he lowered his mouth to trail his tongue over the nipple.

“Are we talking inside exploring…or driving around town exploring?” Sam sighed contentedly.

“Outside,” Logan murmured against her breast, savoring the way her breast fit into his palm, strong fingers fitting the curve of her into his hand.

“Okay,” Sam dug deep and found some energy, pushing against the bed, dislodging him and moving to stand at the side of the bed. “Good. Outside. Shower first,” she refused to look at him. He was dangerous to a girl’s sensibilities and goals. The morning goal being a long steamy shower.

She started the water with his laughter still ringing in her ears. Fragrant lather was sliding over her when she felt the cool air striking her, water streaming over her face as she turned toward the chill. Her eyes landed on the firm muscles and hair covered chest, rising slowly and tilting to the side.

“Need your back washed?” Logan heard the hunger in his voice, setting the foil packet on the side and using both hands to roam through the soap and water. Her skin was like fine marble, his hands gliding warmly from her shoulders to her waist to the firm mounds of her breasts.

Soap and suds and fragrance filled the steamy stall. Logan pulled his mouth from hers when she put two hands on his shoulders, pushing him firmly to sit on the wide tiled bench seat. She held the foil packet, using her teeth and opening it before bending over him. His head went against the tiles with a groan torn from his lips when she moved closer, straddling him. His fingers had been teasing her molten center seconds before she was positioned her body over his.

He slid into her slowly, almost painfully slow as Sam guided herself, her knees spread and her hips moving in teasing rotation. He pulled her against him, nibbling one breast while his palm slid over their hot, steamy bodies to tease her sensitive spot.

Sam felt her body tighten, her head thrown back when the powerful sensations became too strong, carrying her away in the cascading water and emotions. Her hands clenched his shoulders tightly, leaving small marks as she clung to him. Her hips slammed down hard on Logan. She felt his hands on her hips, moving her as he thrust repeatedly into her, his shout ricocheting around them in the steam filled shower.

“Oh my goodness,” Sam exhaled raggedly. She straightened on his lap and met the lazy half open dark eyes. She sighed as her hand left his shoulder, one finger trailing around the sexy smile.

“Yeah…” Logan’s hands moved over the slick behind nestled tightly against him. “I would have sworn I was too old to feel this good…you’ve gotten into my blood…my head…”

“Is that so bad?” Sam asked quietly. “It appears to be mutual. I don’t think you’re ever too old to feel this good.”

“No, Sam…it’s not bad at all,” Logan kissed her gently. Lifting her carefully and moving to stand up.

Sam left the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and used another on her hair. She couldn’t see a reflection in the mirror. She found clean clothing, selecting a nice tee with a tank over top and a pair of faded jeans that she rolled to her knees. Comfortable walking sandals came last as she sat on the chair, brushing and pulling the long hair into a high ponytail. She collected their used clothing and tossed them into the washer. She was standing on the patio when she felt him move behind her, a cup of the coffee she’d started for him held between both palms.

“Hard to believe there was such a strong storm last night. Do you think the construction had any damage?” Sam looked at him, watching his eyes scan what they could see.

“Most of the external work is complete,” Logan answered seriously. “I think I’ll do a little walk around before we head out to find breakfast, though.”

“You’re not a manager, are you, Logan?” Sam walked with him back into the suite, checking her pack and hooking it on her shoulder. He wore a light tee shirt today and jeans, his sunglasses hooked on the front of his shirt as he checked his phone, adding the key card to his wallet.

He held his hand out and led her from the room, his sigh thick. “I’m not a manager. I’m one of the owners. The casino is my portion of the project.”

“Are you good at it?” Sam watched him as they rode the elevator. Yes, she knew the answer. He was intense and determined. He would be very good at it.

“I think I am. I’ve been in the business for about nine years now,” he pulled the sun glasses in place when they went into the main parking area, his head moving slowly to take in the ground and scattered debris from the storm.

Sam was amazed at how large the entire project was going to be. A part of her itched to go inside the area designated to become the arcade, filled with games of all kinds. She was peeping over the blockade, a face aimed at Logan when he gripped the belt loop at the back of her jeans and hauled her away to continue their walk.

“Hey! Sheffield! Let go! You’re putting a serious crease in an important part of me,” Sam growled, stumbling slightly when he started laughing and released her. She cleared her throat and adjusted her jeans, ignoring his palm and striding in the direction they were headed.

She listened to him talk to someone, telling them of the heavy clean up ahead, authorizing overtime to come in today if they wanted to get things cleaned up for the crew in the morning.

Sam reached for the door of the SUV only to find a large palm on the roof of the vehicle. She turned slowly, head tilted as his came closer, their mouths touching softly.

“I’d be very happy to make certain the important parts of you are okay later,” Logan whispered hotly in her ear, stepping back and chuckling at the pink tinting her cheeks.

“So,” Sam was busy taking in the sights as he headed them toward the highway entrance, north. “Where are we going?”

“Thought we’d drive up around Seattle,” he said casually. “I’ll find a place on the way and get some coffee…you can get one of those evil things you slurped up yesterday.”

She studied his profile. “You’re bribing me,” satisfied when he cast a quick glance in her direction. “Why do you feel the need to bribe me, Logan?” Sam asked sweetly, relishing being right in her guess.