Catch of a Lifetime (19 page)

WHAT HAD GOTTEN INTO HER? ANGEL FELT AS IF SHE WERE watching someone else make love to Logan—and that wasn't something she'd ever done.

   There was a lot going on that she'd never done. Who was this woman? She'd never been this uninhibited in her life. Never even thought to say the things she was saying to him.

   And the red lingerie?

   Ah, well, that saleswoman had known what she was talking about.

   Logan straightened again, this time with the con dom free of its packaging, ready to put it in place, and Angel was ready to let the Siren inside her free. She stroked him again, loving the sound of his breath whooshing out.

   Loving him.

   "You're killing me here, Angel."

   Oh no she wasn't. She took the condom from him and rolled it into place, taking an extra long time so her fingernails could gently scrape along his length.

   But Logan was having none of it. The minute she'd sheathed him, he knelt over her and began an assault on her breasts with his mouth, holding the rest of his body above her.

   Angel squirmed beneath his strong, muscled body. Gods, she was used to the male chest, but something about Logan's and its light dusting of hair made her, well,
itch
to feel him against her.

   Logan lowered himself onto her, taking his weight with his elbows as he pressed her breasts together, flick ing his tongue from one breast to the other. Angel arched against him. There. That was one way to feel him.

   He flicked his tongue again and her stomach con tracted. Another part of her swelled. Angel didn't know how much more of this she could take.

   Then he blew on her breasts and she had her answer. Not much.

   She wrapped her legs around his back, settling her heels against the top of his backside, feeling the muscles there flex.

   "Logan…"

   He raised his head, those gold flecks in his eyes glit tering. "God, you're beautiful."

   "I'm also aching." Who
was
this woman?

   He smiled and Angel decided she didn't mind the new her.

   "Let me see what I can do." Logan rolled to the side, one hand tangling in her hair at the base of her neck and his other hand…

   Oh, his other hand—

   One long, hard, callused finger slid down her body, lightly brushing the underside of her breast, feathering over her abdomen, and tracing around her navel until, finally, he was
there. Where every nerve was alread
y alive and waiting for him. Where she was open and ach ing and wet for him.

   "Here?" He smiled again, one eyebrow arching, and Angel couldn't find any teasing inside of her.

   "Yes" came out in one long breathy, achy, pleading moan, and she twisted the sheets in her grasp.

   Logan, gods bless him, took pity on her and stroked her, just where she needed him to. Flicked the tip of his finger just where she wanted him to. Groaned just how she liked him to.

   Then pressed and stroked and swirled and dipped inside just as she craved him to.

   The sensations were overwhelming, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
Logan
was unlike any one she'd ever made love with and she didn't mean the lack of a tail. He took her higher, brought her to the edge but wouldn't let her dive off again and again, until she was one mass of needing, writhing, feeling nerve end ings, panting and moaning, searching for something just beyond the next stroke of his finger, the next soft breath he blew against the sensitized skin of her breast, the next kiss he placed against her throat…

   He flicked his tongue along her jaw, then along her bottom lip, and Angel tried hard to catch her breath—the problem being, she had no breath to catch.

   His finger slid out of her body and he cupped her, his palm pressing against that most sensitive part of her, and she gasped, her eyes flying to meet his.

   "You're incredible," he whispered.

   "You are." She didn't know if she said it or simply mouthed the words, but by Logan's smile she gathered that he understood.

   At least one of them did.

   She had no idea why it was like this between them, no clue how one man could be so much to her, why he affected her like this, why she was willing to do this when common sense and everything she'd thought she'd wanted said it wasn't a good idea…

   Because she loved him.

   Gods, yes. She did.

   The admission flowed into her, and Angel em braced it. This was what her parents, her broth ers, felt and it was so right. She hadn't planned it, wouldn't have chosen it, but as he kissed her, she didn't care.

   She loved Logan.

   Then his finger stroked her long and hard and Angel could only focus on the sensations as that rising tide welled up inside her and she struggled again to breathe, to think, to focus, to see…

   "Come for me, Angel."

   She did. Shattered, pulsing against his finger as the dam of feeling flooded her, lifting her to the tips of the wave, tossing her into the trough, swirling her onto yet another rise. Cresting and plunging, swirling again… over and over, the feeling more intense than any vortex, more wonderful than anything…

   Slowly she came back to reality and loosed the grip she had on the sheets as her breathing made it to some where in the vicinity of normal.

   Logan raised himself above her, satisfaction tilting up the curves of his mouth. "Perfect."

   Let him gloat; he was one hundred percent right. It had been.

   She nodded. "You did say you wanted our next kiss to be perfect."

   "Can't be more perfect than that."

   "Oh, I don't know." She traced his lips with her

fingers. "Why don't you get down here and we'll see if we can make it even better."

   "I like the way you think, lady."

   She liked the way he moved, settling into the cradle of her thighs just where she'd demanded, the tip of his erection throbbing against her.

   "Logan—"

   "Angel—"

   They smiled.

   "Make love to me, Logan."

   "My pleasure."

   Maybe, but it was also hers. She tried to tell him that as he slid into her, but she was so filled with the wonder of him inside her—literally and figuratively— that she couldn't.

   It was just so… so…

   So
perfect.

She
was
an angel—she felt like heaven.

   Logan slid inside her heat and knew in that instant that this was right. What he'd thought he'd had with Christine at the beginning, what he'd thought this would feel like… he hadn't had a clue.

   But with Angel, well,
this
was how it was supposed to be.

   He slid out, then back in, smiling as she arched her neck, her eyes closing on a gasp.

   He did it again… and so did she.

   He liked watching her.

   The third time, he dipped down to kiss her throat, inhaling the musky sweet smell of her and him and what they were doing. It made him harder, something he wouldn't have thought was possible.

   Then she clenched him and he knew that it was.

   God, she was perfect.

   She swirled her hips and Logan almost came right then.

   He captured her lips with his, not wanting to lose control. He slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers, tasting her.

   She returned the stroking and Logan sucked on her tongue to match the rhythm of his cock inside her.

   This time she moaned.

   Logan threaded his fingers through her hair and knew he had to have it falling over him. There was just something so earthy and sensual about her hair, how it swayed when she moved, a curtain shielding her from him, giving him glimpses of what was behind it, tantalizing him.

   Logan wrapped his arms around her and rolled over.

   Those beautiful eyes of hers shot open. "What—"

   "I need you on top, Angel. I want to watch you. I want to feel you move against me."

   Her hair fell around them, brushing his groin, his thighs, his abdomen, and Logan groaned. It felt so good.
She
felt so good.

   He fanned a hand on her stomach, his thumb stroking the curls between her legs, his little finger just below the underside of her breast. If she leaned forward, he'd be able to touch her there—

   He wrapped a handful of her gorgeous hair around his other hand and tugged.

   Bingo. She leaned forward.

   But then he got another idea.

   He filled both of his hands with her hair and tugged again.

   She fell forward, her hair falling around them, her breasts right where he wanted them.

   She smiled when he took one in his mouth.

   And then she moved.

   Good God! Logan almost shot off the bed. Her ass slid against his sac, her soaked, swollen flesh rubbing against him, and she arched her breast into his mouth on another long moan. Her hair swept his sides, fell across his lips, and desire shot straight from his balls to every part of his body. It was a wonder he didn't explode.

   Actually…

   Feeling his cock jerk inside her, knowing the end was near, Logan rocked into her.

   She threaded her fingers through his hair, matching his movement with her hips in perfect harmony.

   He released her breast and shoved a hand to the back of her head, dragging that sweet mouth to his, kissing her lips, parting them with his tongue, his other hand tangling in the golden hair that sensitized every part of his body it touched. Logan gripped her hip and surged upward.

   Angel swirled her hips again. Just a little, but it was enough.

   "Logan," she breathed against his lips and that was it.

   Gripping both her hips now, Logan pounded into her until an orgasm more powerful, more profound, than any he'd ever had, rushed through him and he poured himself into her. As unbelievable as it sounded, as incredible as this entire situation was, something had changed inside him. Altered him. Realigned…
everything
.

He was in love with Angel.

Moonlight from the far side of the room stretched along the wall and across the bottom corner of the bed with just enough light for Angel to see the shadowy outline of Logan's backside where he lay on his stomach next to her.

   She wanted to run her palm over one muscled cheek but she was too tired to make the effort. Plus, he had his face buried in the hollow of her neck, and, frankly, she didn't want to move him.

   She didn't want to move anything.

   If she did, real life would come flooding back and she'd have to deal with it.

   Right now she just wanted to
be…

   "Stay with me, Angel." Logan whispered.

   Angel tensed. Stay with him? In what sense? What did he mean? Stay awake? Stay the night? Stay until Michael started school? Forever? What?

   He rolled onto his side. "Angel?"

   She looked at him. "What do you mean, Logan?" He had no idea what he was asking. None. And she wasn't sure she did either. Stay with him? That couldn't be an option.

   Right?

   The t
hud
in her stomach said her heart didn't agree with her—the heart that had lived under the sea for the last twenty-nine
selinos
—and wouldn't he just love finding
that
out?

   And then he smiled. That warm, feel-good, wrap itself-around-you smile. He picked up a few strands of her hair, brushing the ends across his lips, then over her collarbone ever so softly, fluttering her already flutter ing heart even more, sending shivers over her skin as he feathered her hair over her breasts, a soft stroke across her nipples, sliding down over her ribs, tickling her navel… and she sucked in a breath because somehow she'd forgotten to breathe.

   Logan relinquished her hair and curved his hand over her hip, then up to her waist, gently over her ribs, sliding his hand beneath her, turning her so their gazes met. He looked at her as if he could see into her soul.

   "I want you to stay, Angel. With us. I've never felt like this before. I don't really know you, yet… I do. It's al most… and I hate to say this because it's so cliché, but it's magical." His eyes traced her face, and his voice lowered. "You feel it, too, don't you? I know how crazy this sounds. I'm not impulsive, and I've never done anything like this before in my life, yet I know if I don't tell you this, if I don't ask you, it'll be the biggest regret of my life."

   The biggest regret of hers would be if she said no.

   Who was this new person inside her? This new her? Vamping it up with Logan was one thing, but this? Staying with him? Could she pull it off without him finding out?

   Or… would she have to tell him?

   "Logan, I… "

   He kissed her, then rested his forehead against hers. "Sshh. It's all right. You don't have to answer now. I know it's sudden, but I had to ask. Had to let you know how I felt. We're in no rush."

   True. The only rush she had was to get back in the water to ensure she could make this decision.

   Because she might actually consider it…

   She feathered the hair by his temple and met his eyes. "I'd like that, Logan. But you're right. It is quick. We'll just take it as it comes. Deal with things when the need arises."

   He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm— and the tingles started all over again. "That's fine, Angel. We'll make it work." He smiled that sly, devilish smile of his. "And as for needs arising…"