Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Logan used the moment to invade the hot, moist treasure trove of her mouth.
When she’d first taken off into the woods, he worried for her.
She didn’t know the forests, it was pitch dark beneath the canopy, and the woods weren’t safe to run through during the light of day, but his hesitancy lasted a second before the thrill of the chase took over, releasing the predator from its cage.
Now, with his prey in his grasp, in his arms, and his mouth against hers, he backed her up until she was snug against the smooth bark of a tree.
With little effort, he released first one luscious breast and then the other from her loose blouse, thanking the Rom for their foresight.
He teased each nipple with his thumbs, bringing forth an appreciative moan from deep within her throat.
God, she was lusty.
Launching a renewed attack on her mouth, he pressed against her harder, lifting her easily until her pert, rounded bottom fit perfectly in his hands, and tugged up her skirts. She secured her arms around his neck, wrapped one leg around his hips, and he lost his mind.
Hurriedly working at the placket of his trousers, his fingertips brushed the inner flesh of her thigh. Her feminine treasure radiated heat. His knuckles encountered the wet, swollen lips of her cunt.
She screamed into his mouth.
Must get inside her. Have to get inside her.
His engorged length finally sprang free, and he lifted her other leg.
She followed his lead, linking her ankles over his buttocks.
He was so close.
Running his hand upward along her thigh, he moaned when his fingers met the wetness of her cunt. She wasn’t wearing the starchy undergarments of the proper lady.
He groaned. Sending a silent amen, he pulled the thin scrap of fabric aside, and ran his finger along the inner lip of her pussy.
She wrenched her mouth from his. “Stop teasing me. God, I can’t take it. Please, please, please!”
Laughing, he guided the tip of his swollen cock to her hot entrance.
Who was he to deny her what she begged for?
With a single thrust, he was inside her, pinning her to the tree.
Pulling out to just the weeping tip, he marveled at how right it felt to be deep within her, so he thrust again.
Panting, her moans came in sensual mewls, but those sounds quickly turned to chest-deep moans when he took her nipple into his mouth. Throwing her head back, she cried out, her hair a black cascade of shimmering night against the white bark of the moonlit tree.
Again, and again he pushed into her, driving her up the trunk of the tree, determined to make it topple from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Digging her nails into his back, Haven let out a sharp gasp. She’d never felt anything so amazing—so damn good. Every time he pounded into her, another piece of her soul broke away. The deeper he drove, the more of her he claimed. And she didn’t care.
He thrust again, and growled, “You are so tight. So perfect a fit. So hot. Need to get deeper. Need to fuck you harder.” His use of profanity should have turned her off, but just the idea of such a proper, well-bred gentleman reduced to lurid talk heightened the eroticism.
She smiled.
His thrusting intensified, and she tried to draw breath. The bark against her back kindled a sensual pain-pleasure that aroused her further. Something explosive and devastating grew, and when it finally ignited, they’d both be engulfed in flames.
She sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. He thrust, she sucked. His lunges quickened, his cock pounded against the entrance to her womb, harder and harder.
When it couldn’t get any better, burn any hotter, the moonlight blazing before her shimmered with stars, and the fire they’d stoked with frantic need erupted, searing her soul, branding it forever with a scorch mark that would never heal.
Her screams of release began to ebb, but Logan’s hips rocked into her, once, twice, and with a bellow that shook the boughs of the tree, his hot come shot into her.
Dragging in gulps of air, she whimpered when he pulled his shaft from her throbbing entrance, and placed her feet back on the ground. Her wobbly legs barely kept her upright, but she flattened her skirt down over them, and put her breasts back into place inside her blouse.
Still heaving from the exertion, he did up the buttons on his trousers, and gazed at her, his expression unreadable.
What is with this guy and clamming up after sex?
“Are you going to say anything?” Anything was preferable to silence.
“We shouldn’t have done that.” Censure and shame laced his tone.
Anything except that.
“What do you mean? That was amazing.”
He nodded.
She narrowed her eyes.
“Yes, I will admit I’ve never experienced anything so pleasurable, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are from 2025, and you need to find a way back to your own time.”
What the fuck? What did that have to do with what they’d just done?
“But—”
“What we have, this incredible sexual attraction, is something we must lay to rest. We cannot do this again. I cannot lose myself again. This cannot happen.” He pinned her to the tree again, this time with his piercing gaze. “Do you understand?”
Devastating disappointment and abject humiliation filled her heart.
“Yes.” She looked him in the eye, unblinking, but what she really wanted to do was turn and run.
Though, it wouldn’t matter is she did, anyway.
He wouldn’t follow.