To Make You Feel My Love (9 page)

Grabbing her hands, Logan gasped “Wait.” The sensation of her hands near the crown of his dick was almost overwhelming. Alana froze, scared she had done something wrong.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, not moving a muscle.

“I can’t hold out much longer,” he smiled weakly, “and your touch is driving me wild.” Covering her hands with his, he moved them away slowly.

“I need to get to my wallet.”

“Your wallet?” she looked confused.

He chuckled, “Unless you have a condom tucked away in here between these beautiful girls of yours.” Moving in closer, he licked the valley between her breasts.

“Oh,” she exhaled, “no, you won’t find one of those in there.” The sensations shot through her body.

Logan continued licking and kissing one of her breasts, fondling her nipple with one hand, feeling it tighten more beneath the pad of his thumb. Reaching in his back pocket with his other hand, he removed his wallet.

“Hang on,” he said, using both hands to fish out the condom. Alana smiled with anticipation.

“Can I finish what I started now?” she asked, rubbing the full length of him through the denim jeans.

“Uh huh,” he hummed, staring in her eyes.

While Alana pulled on the band of his jeans, Logan balanced his hands on the sides of the chair and raised himself off the seat, giving Alana more room to pull his boxer briefs down, exposing
his hard throbbing cock. She took the foil package from his hand, tearing it open and gently rolled it
ov
er the crown of his cock.

“God, you’re enjoying this torment, aren’t you?” he grumbled, eyes darkening
with
desire.

Grinning, Alana straddled his legs. He slid a finger inside her, making sure she was
wet enough for him. Compared to other men, he
wa
s above average in size. “So wet for me,” he breathed. Gripping her hips in both hands, he positioned her over his cock. Alana held his shoulders and slowly slid down his shaft, feeling the crown enter as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” shivers ran all over Logan’s body as she raised up, almost leaving him completely, then slowly sliding down again. “You feel amazing.” His heart was slamming in his chest.

“Umm,” she sucked his earlobe, “you too.”

Moving slowly, sliding up and down, she massaged his dick as her muscles tightened with each dip she made up and down. They both moaned in pleasure and delight, as they peered into
each other’s eyes. The only other sound was the ocean waves somewhere in the distance.

Placing his hands on her tiny hips and pulling her down harder, he thrust deep, deep inside her. He wanted to bury himself in her, brand her and make her his own. Never before had he known a need this strong. She was beautiful, smart, strong, yet innocent and pure. Everything he had ever wanted in a woman, yet never thought he could have. He convinced himself he couldn’t have this in his life, but here she was, in front of him, giving him the best moment of his life. How was he ever going to let her go?

As she felt her orgasm getting closer, she bounced a little faster, her bare skin smacking against his thighs. The sheer primal sound of it drove them each closer to climax.

“Alana…” he panted.

“Logan,” she screamed, throwing her head back, gasping and moaning.

One after the other,
the spasms hit her as she cried out with delight, digging her nails into his shoulders. He plunged upward, pulling her down harder with each thrust so he was deeper and deeper inside the flexing walls surrounding his swollen cock. As the force of the orgasm shook him, he called out her name with a low moan. They finally collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless and happy.

“Oh my god, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face in her neck.

Alana’s head was blurry from the tingling sensations still running through her body. It took a few minutes to convince herself it wasn’t a dream and regain her composure. She had never had such an out of this world, cosmic experience, or felt such a connection with a man. Although, from the very moment she had seen him standing across the room at the Yacht Club, nothing had been normal with this man. It was as if they were destined to be together. He was the missing puzzle piece in her life. No longer feeling the fear of following in her parent’s footsteps, or afraid to take chances. So far taking a chance on Logan, was the best decision she ever made.

“Hey,” he said bringing her back to reality. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” His concerned face tugged at her heart.

“No,” she hummed, “just giving my feet time to return to earth.”

“Hmm?” he looked confused, “I wasn’t aware angel’s feet ever hit the earth.”

“No, uh huh, you didn’t just say that,” she laughed.

“What, too cheesy?”

“Oh, you way surpassed cheesy and went right out into the danger zone of
lame.”

They both laughed. It was crazy how natural they felt together, like they’d known each other a lifetime.

Logan kissed her forehead, and patted
her thighs. She immediately felt the loss of his warmth as she raised from his lap so he could discard the condom.

“So, Sergeant, what should we do for an encore?”

They both stood to straighten their clothes.

“How about a walk on the beach?” he replied, trying to re-buckle his belt.

“Uh, wasn’t exactly the encore I was thinking of, but, if you want go all
G rated
on me, okay.”

Logan froze from adjusting his belt and looked at her.

“Well, you are a little vixen, now aren’t you,” he chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “Who would’ve thought?”

“I’m no vixen,” she said, with an insulted pout, “I just know what I like, when I like it, and how I want it.” She ran her finger just under the band of his jeans, her eyes still filled with wanton hunger. “And right now…I want you, inside me, again.”

“Well, my room is currently occupied,” he said, bewitched by those beautiful eyes of hers.

“You know, “she said, raising her arms around his neck, and licking the exposed skin showing through the V of his partially unbuttoned shirt, “I have a room of my own, and I don’t have any roommates.”

A groan deep in his throat escaped, hissing her name.

CHAPTER NINE

Anticipation built in her body, as they barely kept their hands off each other on the way to Alana’s room. Oh, the things she wanted him to do to her. She walked in front of him, his arm wrapped around her waist, and he nuzzled her neck breathing in her scent, as they moved in one fluid movement together.

By the time they reached the door of her apartment, she was wringing wet from her own juices, and could hardly contain herself. She couldn’t get the door open fast enough. As she stopped to unlock it, Logan pressed his body against her backside, pushing his arousal, thrusting into her. Sucking in a breath, her body hummed with desire and excitement.

“You’ve got to stop or I’ll never get this damn door open,” she groaned.

Putting his hand over hers, Logan unlocked the door, still kissing her neck. He tightened his grip on her waist, picking her up and carrying her into the room. The minute the door closed behind them she heard the sound of a zipper, and then felt the bodice of her dress loosen around her breasts.

“I think those beauties need to breathe,” Logan said, turning her to face him.

“You are a bad, bad boy, Sergeant.”

“Good thing you like
bad
boys.” At that, Logan devoured her lips, exploring her mouth, seeking her tongue, licking the sides and the roof of her mouth with the fury of passion. He tugged her hair, kissed that tender spot behind her ear and growled with need. Kneading her full breasts and tweaking her nipples, pinching them till the pain and pleasure combined into one almost overwhelming sensation. Moaning, Alana
p
ulled Logan’s head closer to her breasts. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, his teeth grazing her hardened nipples.

“You want my mouth on your raspberry nipples, Alana?” Logan’s warm breath caressed her skin sending shivers all over her.

“Yes, Logan, PLEASE….” She begged.

“Like this?” he said, lightly brushing his lips over the hardened pearls.

“Noooo,
harder
….” She felt his smile against her skin.

“More like this?” He took her rigid nipple in his mouth and sucked it between his teeth nipping at the tip of it.

“Yes!!” she cried out, breathless. “Oh my God, I’m going to come if you don’t stop!!”

“We can’t have that,” he kissed her lips, “not yet anyway. Go get on the bed.” His voice was husky, filled with need. Seeing his eyes lit with dark desire, Alana was weak at the knees she needed him so badly.

Removing the pillows from her bed and turning down the comforter, she climbed into the bed on her hands and knees.

“Stop!” he hissed, “Right there.” He moved closer, taking her soft round backside into his hands and squeezing. “What a scrumptious ass you have sweetheart.” Reaching down, he nipped her on her ass. “I can smell how much you want me already.” Inhaling deeply, he breathed in her scent. He kneaded her bottom with deep voracity. “Do you like it rough and hard, Alana?”

She felt the bed dip as he climbed up behind her, hearin
g th
e foil package being ripped open. Tangling her hair in his hand, he pushed her face down toward the bed, leaving her rear exposed to his will. She felt two fingers enter her, pulsating in and out.

“Good, you’re wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Logan,
please
, I want you
now
!”

“God Alana….” He moaned as he slammed into her hard, not giving her time to adjust to his size. Her walls pulsed around his cock, milking him as he slammed into her again and again. He’d wanted to taste her juices on his tongue, but once he saw her ass up in the air on the bed, he couldn’t resist it, he had to have her. And have her he did.

He continued pounding into her, gripping her hips so hard he knew he’d leave marks. But she felt so damn good. He looked down to see their bodies joined and it was almost his undoing. Reaching around, h
e rubbed
her clit while he was thrusting inside her.

Alana felt her whole body tensing up, her orgasm building. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, Logan’s body started to shake.

“Come for, baby, come now!” he cried out.

Alana let loose, screaming out his name. His muscles tightened as she felt his body release. She didn’t know what excited her more, her own orgasm, or the fact that she had this effect on this beautiful man.

He finally relaxed, falling into the bed, pulling her in next to him. She could feel his face in her hair, his breathing and his heart thumping in his chest against her back. Yeah, this was definitely a fairy tale, or a dream, and she didn’t want to wake up.

* * * * * * * *

Alana woke feeling more relaxed and refreshed then she had ever felt in her life. It took her a few minutes to realize that last night hadn’t been a dream and that the reason for her feeling wonderful was still lying in the bed next to her, heat radiating from his body.

Their magical night that began on the rooftop, under the stars, had only been the beginning. They spent all night making love till the early morning light. Logan was such a generous lover, making sure all her needs were met each time their bodies joined in ecstasy. Fear of wanting more was showing its ugly face. It was going to be hard to say goodbye at the end of the week. Maybe, just maybe, they could endure a long distance relationship? Other people did it every day,
right
?

Rolling over, she looked at him. He stole her breath away. Every cut in his muscles was defined perfection. All she wanted to do was run her tongue over each bulge of every muscle over his entire body. He was asleep on his stomach, head lying on his forearms, displaying his manly physique. She could still feel the muscles moving beneath her fingers as they made love throughout the night. Lightly, she touched his light brown hair. He stirred beneath the sheets, instinctively reaching out for her ass and pinched it.

“Ouch!” she squealed, “what was that for?”

Grinning, he opened his eyes, “Now I know I wasn’t dreaming last night.”

He pulled her into his arms, as she wiggled trying to escape, “You’re rotten, you know that?”

Chuckling, he kissed her forehead. “Can’t help it, you bring it out of me.”

“So, what would you like to do today?” she asked, grazing her finger along his strong jawline.

He closed his eyes reveling in the feel of her touch. “I’m doing it. This is all I want and need.”

Alana smiled, “You don’t want to waste your vacation in these four walls. Let’s go to the beach, or better yet, how about we go to the Gulf Aquarium?”

Logan rolled to his back, twirling her long hair between his fingers, “Sweetheart, where ever you go, I’ll follow.”

That simple statement warmed Alana’s heart, but she wouldn’t let herself get emotional right now. He was still leaving in a few days, and she wanted to have as many memories to cling to as she could once he was gone.

“We need to get food first.”

“Why? Did you work up an appetite last night little girl?”
God, that sexy grin of his.

“I seem to recall some help in that department, sir.”

“You do?” he pulled her closer. He smelled of spicy masculine desire, making her body stir with want.

“Uh-uh-uh,” she wagged her finger at him, “food first. I’m starving!” Right on cue, her belly rumbled.

“Okay, okay,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “How
a
bout a shower first?”

“Hmm, I’ll get the water ready,” Alana said. Jumping up from the bed, she donned his shirt from last night, and headed for the bathroom. Logan stared after her. The shirt covered down to her upper thighs, showing just enough of her bottom to make him harden again. Now he was seeing the full version of the woman who stole his breath away just a few days ago. He knew that she had been holding part of herself back from him. She was smart, funny, determined and strong.
Oh, and drop dead gorgeous! Let’s not forget that!!
Why would she want an old soldier with a gimpy leg?