Chapter Eight

 

“I have?” Sam blinked, pulling herself back from the organization plans. Logan’s hand caught her palm, tugging her to stand next to the bed. She smiled when he pulled several packets from his pocket, adding them to the remaining two they had left. She met his gaze with a grin, eyes widening when his hands came up, gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it quickly over her head. He tossed it behind him.

“Yes, you have,” his hands went to the front of her jeans, opening them and pushing them over the curve of her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Her feet slid from the shoes and then stepped out of the pants. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. He’d given up trying to control his reaction to her when she touched him, her hands small against his stomach as they opened his jeans, pushing them over his hips. His palms rested on her head when she dropped to her knees, helping his feet out of the narrow legs.

Sam decided she liked this game, and put her hands on his knees, pressing very slowly along his thighs, her thumbs meeting at the center to drag heavily over the forming erection. The sharp intake of breath he drew sent lightening streaking through her veins, emboldening her. Fingers tugged on the legs of his boxers, pulling them out of the way and letting them fall, ignored. She wrapped her palm around the hard form, her tongue out and kisses soft along the solid ridge.

She liked his groans, she decided. A lot. It was an interesting sense of power. Sam stood up slowly, one hand up and pulling the band from her hair, letting the long waves fall around her shoulders.

Another groan. Hmmm…

She took a deliberate step back, put her hands on his shoulders and turned him slightly, pushing on his chest until he sat back on the bed. Dark lashes were narrowed, watching every move she made. Sam stepped purposefully out of his range, one hand behind her to open the clasp of her bra. She let the straps glide very slowly down her arms, her other hand holding it in place.

Logan felt his body harden. Fire flowed through his veins when her mouth touched him, tasted him. The flames roared hotter, his jaw set as he watched the impromptu strip tease. Slowly, she let the bra fall to the floor, standing before him in all her curving glory in nothing but those sexy boy briefs, red coils teasing the edges of lace at her thighs. He knew his breathing came to an abrupt stop when she placed one hand on each of his knees, heavily moving higher.

“I think you should move back on the bed, Logan…get comfortable,” she whispered, dropping a kiss to his stomach, waiting patiently while he did as she asked.

The breath that filled his lungs came in a sharp, ragged gulp when she used both her hands to gently cradle him in her palms, her mouth down to hotly learn the feel and shape of him. Logan’s head went hard against the bed, his hands curled into tight fists as she continued to taste and tease him with her tongue and mouth. Now and then her teeth would graze over the soft flesh, his senses coiled to the breaking point.

Sam felt her own body reacting to his scent and his sounds. The hot moisture between her own thighs and the sensations coursing through her then her pert nipples grazed over the rough hair on his legs made her groan softly. His erection pulsed hard in her palm, her eyes wide the next second when she felt herself lifted away from him.

“Logan?” Sam blinked in confusion, a small pout on her face. She was enjoying herself. She saw him reach for the nightstand, the packet in his fingers only long enough for him to sheath himself.

“Another time, Sam,” he promised gruffly, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her over him. He moved the center panel to the side, his fingers hungrily dipping into the hot dew he had sensed forming. He drew several fingers through the red thicket, drawing the moisture to the pulsing tiny center, savoring the sexy mews she offered. He positioning himself at her opening and let her take control.

“I need you, Sam…I want you now…” He whispered hotly, pulling her mouth down to his, their kiss wild and passionate.

“Yes…” Came the small hissing sound as she rotated her hips, sinking the hard strength of him inside her while his fingers stroked her body, pleasure flooding into her senses and exploding. “Oh, Logan…yes, please…”

“Take it all, Sam…and more…” he groaned loudly when she thrust down hard on top of him, pulling him as far as he could go and then retreating with a flash of lightening when she repeat the process. She rode him hard and demanding, their cries of delight and pleasure filling the room as they both tumbled over the edge.

Logan opened his eyes slowly, peering through the thick red hair, the scent of her apple shampoo making him smile. Somehow he found the strength to raise one arm, his fingers gently moving the strands of red to the side of her throat. He felt her move, felt her muscles contract as she tightened them to sit upright and slid to the side, falling back on the bed with a long, contented sigh.

“That has got to be the most wonderful feeling in the whole world,” Sam breathed happily.

“It is impossible to dispute that,” Logan agreed with a long sigh, reluctantly pushing against the bed and striding to the bathroom. Sam had managed to slide beneath the jumbled blankets by the time he returned. He noted the covers only shielded the parts he liked looking at. It was warm this evening, the sun setting slowly outside.

“Do you think sex is important?”

Logan managed to close one eye, looking down at her with a puzzled frown. He laid back on the pillows, held up on one elbow. She had taken the long strands of hair and coiled it behind her head, arms above her head and eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Where did that question come from?” Logan touched her chin, turning her face toward him.

“Not sure…you’ve surely had good sex in the past…”

“I’ve had sex in the past, yes,” Logan admitted slowly. “I’ve never had anything like what you and I have, Sam. To be honest, I keep thinking I’m dreaming.”

Sam rolled to her side to face him, her smile bright. “Oh, good…I’m glad. You’re really good at finding my spots….and it’s really good sex…not just acceptable…but really, REALLY good. I think it builds all day…”

“Hmm…and ends with my own strip tease…” he laughed at the faint flush in her cheeks.

“I don’t know how to explain it…you bring out the vixen in me,” she said, a little embarrassed.

“I find the vixen in you…” Logan took her palm, kissing the soft center. “Deliciously appealing…fiercely arousing…and incredibly, just plain sexy.”

“Anya teaches belly dancing,” Sam mentioned casually, squirming at the teasing feel of his beard on her palm. “I’m going to sign up and learn how.”

Logan told his thirty-six year old body it was impossible to be so turned on so quickly, yet the tension coiled in his lower body. The image his imagination conjured up of his redhead in scarves and bells, swaying and gyrating pulled a low growl from inside him.

“Oh, she’s letting me keep the swimsuit, too. She said it doesn’t quite look right on her so I’m going to go shopping with her and replace it,” Sam kissed him and wrapped her arms around the pillow with a contented sigh. “I talked to Anya today…things…memories came from nowhere…”

“Sam, that’s going to happen,” Logan said softly.

“I know…and they’re packed with emotion, so maybe that’s why they pop up at off times.”

“You know….whatever it is…we can handle it,” he promised fiercely, meeting the wide eyes with a kiss on her nose. “Go to sleep…I’ve got an early morning.”

Sam sighed. “I love you, Logan…very much,” she whispered before pulling the blanket closer. She didn’t see the stunned expression on his face and she wasn’t aware that she just managed to erase the doubt and confusion inside him.

The blankets were over him, he was warm and sated. The room was immersed in darkness, only yellow glow of the lamps outside breaking through the night. It was a long time before sleep claimed him. He’d heard those words before in his life, even murmured them a time or two. He leaned over, his mouth brushing her forehead softly, his gaze trapped on the full lips pulled into a sweet little smile.

All for him. His. Completely.

They talked. They joked. There was teasing and laughter.

There was passion. Hot, wild passion that he was unafraid of; a wild passion that she encouraged and welcomed. He finally realized he wasn’t afraid of being himself with Sam. He had literally found a woman as strong as he was, as passionate as he was and as committed as he wanted to be.

He was drifting off to sleep when his brain told him that the love she felt was what made the sex beyond good. He went to sleep feeling like he’d just seen the light bulb go off.

 

 

Sam had the coffee brewing, folding and stacking her clothes while Logan was in the shower. She missed her large desk top computer and the music stations she was accustomed to playing while she worked. She frowned at that thought, wondering when all of the silly little thoughts would get together and finish the puzzle. Well, she could fix that problem, she thought with a stubborn nod.

Logan managed to find her a couple good cartons that she loaded with all the kitchen things they had bought. He loaded the luggage cart and went with her to the dusty Range Rover.

“Sam, you know this could wait until I’m finished here,” Logan watched the taut end of her jeans while she climbed into the back of the Rover to move things around.

Sam scooted to the edge, her fingers up and on the perfect knot of his tie. Gentle fingertips traced a line around his beard before her mouth touched his softly.

“Logan…I’m a big girl,” she whispered sexily. “That’s why I get to wear the big girl panties,” she teased, jumping down and helping him put the things inside.

Logan couldn’t dispute that. “I’m very familiar with those big girl panties,” he replied, slamming the back of the Rover. “Okay, but I should be at the house by eleven. Be careful, Sam,” he said firmly, pulling her into his arms for a long, slow kiss. “Okay?”

“I promise…careful…” she smiled and gently smoothed out his tie. “You look all cute and businessy…very sexy and…commanding…” She kissed him once more. “You go off and be businessy…I’ll see you later.” She climbed behind the wheel, stopped from moving when he stepped back to the window, the pass card in his hand.

“Put this in your wallet. I’ll get another one. Just in case you need to get in here,” Logan watched her do as he said, nodding and stepping back, his hands in the pockets of her slacks, jacket pushed back.

“Businessy?” Logan looked into the side mirror of the SUV, frowning. He was responsible for a multi-million dollar project and the woman called him cute and businessy?

Even the tabloids wouldn’t believe the weekend he’d just lived through, he thought, a light whistle leaving his lips as he walked back to the suite to gather his brief case and computer. He threw his suitcase into the back of the SUV before going in search of Simon.