She arched against his hand, silently begging for more, the pleasure so intense she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to orgasm—not when this delicious man held her, stroked her, continued to whisper dark words of sensual promise in her ear.

And when she came, she let out a soft cry, her entire body trembling with the force of her climax. Logan held her, his fingers coaxing everything she could give until she lay limp against him, fighting for breath. And still, her body continued to quake from the aftereffects.

He expected nothing from her, just held her while she kept her eyes closed and reveled in the moment. But Des finally turned around and put her mouth on his. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her butt, drawing her against one sizeable erection that refueled the flame within her.

She cupped his shaft through his jeans, but it wasn’t enough for her, especially when he groaned against her lips. She reached for his belt buckle, making swift work of undoing it, and his zipper.

“You wanna do it here in the kitchen?” he asked, the heat in his gaze evident as he looked down at her.

“Yes. Here. Right now.”

“I’ll need a second.” He disappeared up the stairs while Des pulled off her tank and bra, then shimmied out of her pants and underwear. When Logan returned, the smile he gave her as he looked over her body was devastating.

“Just what I wanted,” he said as he stalked over to her and pulled her against him. “Dessert.”

He laid a condom on the counter next to them and threaded his fingers through her hair, then laid one devastating kiss on her that ignited her desire. And when he lifted her and sat her on the kitchen island, she gasped at the cold granite under her naked butt.

But that chill quickly evaporated when Logan pulled off his T-shirt, then shrugged out of his jeans and boxer briefs. His erection sprang up, and she couldn’t help her smile of pure feminine appreciation for his body. She never tired of looking at him, could never seem to get enough of his chiseled body that probably never spent a minute at a gym. His was a product of sweat and hard work earning a living, which made her admire the body she reached out to run her hands over, from his broad sculpted shoulders to his incredibly muscled biceps to his lean yet amazing washboard abs.

“You gonna stare at me all night?” he finally asked.

She drew her gaze to his face. “Maybe. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not really. But it makes my dick hard when you do.”

“Good.”

He pulled her toward him and kissed her again, making her forget everything but his taste and the way his mouth moved over hers—first, a madly passionate kiss, and then, gentling, coaxing her lips to part so his tongue could slip inside. And when he lay her down on the counter and splayed his hands over her stomach, her abdominal muscles rippled at the sensation.

She was lost in his touch, at the way he gently slid his palms back and forth over her ni**les, making them achingly sensitive, replacing his hands with his mouth and driving her right to the brink of madness. And then he covered her sex with his hands, enticing her right to the edge with his talented fingers.

He kissed his way down her ribs and stomach, then parted her legs and put his mouth over her clit, gently sucking until she lifted her hips, gasping at the sensations he evoked, giving her an orgasm that made her lift and cry out his name.

Shaken, her legs lax, she stared up at him, brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead.

“What you do to me,” she said.

“Good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“There’s more.” He held out his hand and she sat up. He lifted her off the counter, then turned her to face it.

Just the thought of what would come next made her burn for him. She heard the tear of the condom packet, and then he was behind her, using his legs to spread hers. He braced his hand at her back to bend her over the counter, then entered her slowly, easily, wrapping his arm around her middle to shield her body from the counter.

And when he thrust, deeply, she thought she would die from the sheer pleasure of each stroke, feeling him buried so intimately inside her. She tightened around him, gripping him, making him a part of her as he pulled partway out and sheathed himself deep once again.

“I love how you feel, Des,” he said, his body aligned with hers as he pressed a kiss and a love bite to her neck. “When I’m inside you like this, I want it to last forever.”

“Yes. Me, too.” Because pleasure like this didn’t happen all the time. A connection like they had was special. It was more than sex, and she knew it. And deep down, she knew he realized it, too.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that, not when she was so close again, when his hand slid down to her clit to give her that extra stimulation she needed to reach orgasm. And when she did, he went with her, driving deep and shuddering against her as she tightened around him, both of them holding on to each other as they fell into the abyss, where nothing mattered but each other.

It was a while before she could form words. Her throat was dry, she and Logan were both so sweaty they stuck together. But she was content. And happy.

“I don’t know about you,” he finally said. “But I need a shower.”

She smiled. “Ditto.”

They disentangled and went upstairs to Logan’s room and took a shower together, having fun soaping each other up and rinsing off. Logan ran downstairs to grab their clothes, and as Des climbed into hers and combed out her wet hair, he asked, “Do you need to get back tonight?”

“I can stay. If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

The way he looked at her always made her feel as if she was the only woman he’d ever asked to spend the night. She was probably wrong, and it was dangerous thinking, but hell, she was already in way over her head, so she might as well enjoy the fantasy while she had it.

It wouldn’t be too much longer before reality reared its ugly head.

It was still a little early, so they went downstairs into the family room. Logan brought them drinks, and they settled together on one of the sofas. Logan searched the listings on his subscription service.

“Oh, here’s a movie with you in it. Something called The Dreams?”

Des wrinkled her nose. “Oh, God, no. The last thing I want to do is to watch one of my movies.”

“I’ve never seen any of your movies. I want to watch one.”