What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (221 page)

L
ogan switched off the television just as the movie finished. He and Elyse had spent the entire day taking down old wallpaper and stripping the chipped paint from the windows in the third guest bedroom.

“Hey.” Elyse stretched against him. “Why did you turn the off the movie?”

“It’s over.” He pulled her into his side. She’d taken to wearing his pajama shirts to bed. He liked the way she looked in them.

“I fell asleep.”

“About forty minutes ago.” He laughed. “I think I’m tiring you out with all of these renovations.”

“I like doing them with you. It’s different than cooking. I never thought I’d learn to be so handy.”

“You’re a big help. I’m getting done much faster than I had originally thought.”

“I like the time it gives us to get to know one another.” She kissed his cheek. “I like being your helper.”

“You do talk a lot.” He teased.

She poked him in the arm. “I can’t help it! It’s always been a bad habit of mine.”

“No, I think it’s wonderful. I’ve been here alone for so long, I’d started talking to myself.” He turned so he could look into her beautiful eyes. “I’m not very interesting company for myself.” He kissed her. “And I love the sound of your voice.”

“I spend so much time in the kitchen that when I get out I find this incessant need to talk. Phillip hated it. He would tell me to find my off button.”

“Bastard.”

During the time they spent renovating the bedrooms, Logan learned much about Elyse’s past relationship. At first she was apprehensive about opening up, but once he convinced her he wanted to understand what had happened with Phillip, she held nothing back. The more she told him, the more he hated the man who had broken her. “I was young and stupid.” She ran her finger along his bottom lip.

He caught her hand before she could pull away and placed soft kisses on each of her fingertips. “He was the stupid one. Any man who would cheat on you is nothing more than a fool. I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

“I believe you Logan, and that scares me.”

“I respect your honesty.” He understood her apprehension. He’d been struggling with his own doubts ever since she’d come into his life. He didn’t know if he was capable of giving her everything she deserved. He’d never had to be more than a good time for any other woman in his life.

“Things happened between us so fast. When I came here, I never expected to find someone like you. I was looking for an escape. A way to forget my past. That first night we were together, I didn’t think it would be anything more than sex.”

“What’s between us is much more than sex. Do you want to know how I know that?”

She nodded.

“I’ve never had anything more than sex with anyone else. With you everything is different. We happened quickly, but it feels right.” Logan had never put himself out there for anyone, but he’d never experienced such intense feelings. “Can’t you feel it?”

“I do,” she whispered.

“Give me a chance to show you I’m not Phillip. The fact that you stayed with me without knowing me proves you want more. I want to give you more.” He’d give her the fucking moon if that’s what it took.

“You’re a complicated man.”

“I’m trying not to be.” With Elyse he wanted to be himself.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way.” She trailed her fingers over the hard plains of his chest. “You’re take charge, especially in the bedroom.”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I do, but there is another side to you. You’re soft and tender. Sometimes I catch you looking at me and you look so sweet.”

“Only with you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I like the games in the bedroom and it drives me nuts how receptive you are. You’re so willing to give up the control, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to…” He stopped. He wasn’t sure he should finish. Maybe Elyse wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. She’d already been hurt. He didn’t want to rush her into the emotions he felt.

“What, Logan? What do you wonder?”

“I’ve never asked this of any woman. I’ve done a lot of kinky stuff in the bedroom. I’ve done things at play parties that you wouldn’t believe. I thought aggressive sex was the only way I could be satisfied.” He’d never been this open with anyone, but with her he felt he could admit anything.

“Am I doing enough to satisfy you? I don’t know about that lifestyle but I can learn.”

“See? That’s what I mean about you being so willing, but that’s not what I’m asking for. I wonder what it would be like to let go of the control and just…” He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the ceiling.
Why is this so hard?

“Make love?” she said so low he almost missed it.

She gets me.

He looked down at her in awe of her courage to say those words. “I’ve never referred to sex that way. I don’t know how to do anything other than fuck, but with you I want to try.” Maybe even let her lead. He’d never done that.

She stood up off the couch and smiled at him as she reached for the buttons on her pajama top.

“What are you doing?” He sat up and watched as she undid the shirt. His cock twitched when she slipped the top from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.

“What’s it look like I’m doing? Helping you give up all that control.” She hooked her fingers in each side and pushed her panties down her legs, bending down to remove them from her ankles. Straddling him, she took his face between her hands and kissed him. “Make love to me, Logan.”

He leaned forward, breathing in her vanilla scent. “I can do that.” He pressed his lips against hers, taking his time to feel her. “I want to do that.” The sensation her naked skin created against his chest drove him insane with desire but he wanted to take things slow. Savoring the moment, he let his hands explore her shoulders and arms, never taking his lips away from hers.
Who knew kissing could be so sensual?

“Logan.” When she rocked against his dick he felt the warmth of her juices seep through his pajama bottoms. She broke the kiss to trail her lips along his jaw and down his neck. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, moving lower to his stomach and waist.

He glanced down, fighting the urge to twist his fingers through her hair and guide her to where he needed her. Dominance wasn’t what this moment was about. He wanted something else.

She looked up at him and smirked just before tugging at his pants. He lifted his hips allowing her to pull off his bottoms. She positioned herself between his legs, teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue. Then his balls, then the base of his shaft. She took her time with long, leisurely licks.

It was all he could do to not grab her and make her take more. “So good.” He reached down and touched her face, running his thumb along her cheek.

She gently pushed his hand away. Then she continued working her way up to the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue over the head. He could feel the tenderness in each of her movements. The heat of her mouth and the slickness of her tongue became his undoing. He felt the intensity in his stomach but once his leg muscles tightened he knew he was done for. But then she withdrew her mouth and kissed her way up his stomach, over his chest and to his lips.

“Not yet, sexy.” She smiled as she climbed back into his lap. “I have plans.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. No woman had ever dared to deny him, let alone hold off his orgasm. But with her, it was different. He found it amusing to let her lead.

As she kissed his lips, she rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. If she kept that up, he would come before he even got inside her. With her tongue probing the inside of his mouth, she grabbed the base of his cock and moved the tip along her slit.

“Fuck! We need to take this upstairs.”

She shook her head. “Right here, right now.” She inserted the head of his cock inside her slick heat.

“Whoa, cupcake, that feels too good. We need a condom.” If she didn’t stop, he would throw her down and take her.

Control? Where is my famous control now?

She whispered into his ear, “I’m on the pill.” She kissed her way back to his lips. “We don’t need a condom.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She nodded as she worked her body onto his cock.

“I’ve never done it this way before.”

“I’m your first?” She rocked against him engulfing him in her warmth.

“My only.” He closed his eyes and relished the feel of her. No physical connection he’d created with another woman had felt like this. With each of her rolling thrusts he met her with a slow upward motion.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. Slipping his hand between them, he found her aroused nipples. He traced the pads of his fingers over her breasts getting lost in the sounds of the sexy noises she made each time he applied pressure to her nipples. The kissing became more frantic, each breath a little more labored until finally neither of them could take it anymore.

Logan felt the intensity of his climax coming on, but he had to take her with him, so he lowered his hand between them finding her clit. She cried out his name when he pressed against it.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Come with me.”

She gripped his shoulders and pushed down on him, clenching his cock with the muscles of her sex. “Logan… I…” She dropped her head down onto his chest as he came deep within her.

He stroked her hair for what seemed like an eternity. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. He detected a hint of vulnerability in hers. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip before placing a tender kiss on her mouth. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Giving me that experience.”

“It was okay?” She pressed his fingers to her lips and gently kissed each one.

“It was more than okay.” He pulled her into a tight embrace. “It has never been like that for me, Elyse. I’m good at demanding what I want, but I’m not so great with expressing my feelings.”

“That’s okay.” She snuggled deeper into his hold. “I can feel it, Logan. I know.”

“I just want you to know tonight was one of the best nights of my life.” He kissed her hair.

“Mine too.”

L
ogan tried to keep up with Elyse as she breezed down the aisles of the market. Why he had agreed to go with her was beyond him. He watched her wiggle her cute, little ass as she made her way to the produce section.

Now he remembered why he went with her. He couldn’t stay away from her.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck.

“Logan.” She swatted at him. “What are you doing?”

“Touching what’s mine.”

“Not here.” She ducked out of his hold. “People are staring at us.” She glanced at the old woman who couldn’t take her eyes off them.

“I apologize,” Logan said to the woman. “I can’t keep my hands off of her.”

The woman smiled her amusement then went back to choosing her oranges.

“See.” Logan reached for Elyse’s arm. “No problems.”

“You get the spinach.” She pointed to the case in front of them. “I’ll grab some potatoes. Then we’re out of here.”

“I don’t like spinach.” He stared at the offensive, green leafy stuff. He’d had an aversion to spinach his whole life.

“Funny.” She grinned. “You never mentioned that.”

“Whenever would it have come up?” He rolled his eyes thinking back to that first night they were together. Of all the words to pick as a safeword, she chose the one vegetable he despised.

“I’m making a wonderful Italian egg drop soup. You’ll love it. I promise.”

“I don’t think so.” He crinkled his nose. “Can’t you put something else in it?”

“Um, no, the recipe calls for spinach.” She picked a bundle of the vegetable. “We need it.”

He shook his head. “I’m not eating it.”

“Hey, my kitchen, my rules.” She pushed the spinach into his hand. “Now put that in the cart.”

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“Yes,” she defiantly told him. “What are you going to do about it?”

She wants to play.
Ever since that night on the couch, the sex had been different between them. It had become more sensual. They were learning one another. Making love with Elyse had been a defining moment in their relationship and while sex might have been tamer than what Logan was used to, it was still pretty hot. But, maybe his little chef missed the kink.

When he tossed the spinach in the cart, he caught Cora watching them. He wondered how long she’d been standing there. She nodded at him before disappearing down another aisle. Elyse picked out her potatoes, never acknowledging Cora’s presence.

Logan came up from behind her and whispered into her ear. “To answer your question, I have a riding crop with your name on it.” He nipped her earlobe. “I’m going to use it tonight, my feisty girl.”

My bedroom, my rules.

She looked over her shoulder, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“No turning back now, cupcake. You started this game.”