Chapter 15
Logan
I’m lost in her. The way her body grips mine, the way my name sounds on her lips when she’s coming apart is everything. I thrust harder. Her third orgasm builds quickly, and I feel her tighten around me again.
“One more,” I growl. “Give me one more, Nuala. Give me everything. I need it. I need to fucking feel you.”
She shakes her head weakly. “Logan! I can’t—”
“You can.” I shift my grip, supporting her with one arm while my other hand finds her clit. I circle it roughly, and she keens.
Her body obeys before her mind catches up.
She comes with a broken sob, and the feel of her clenching around me sends me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and come hard, filling her.
The orgasm tears through me with an intensity that leaves me shaking.
Years of pent-up sexual tension ease in this one act with her that defies everything I thought I knew.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us gasping for air. My legs threaten to give out, but I keep her pinned against the wall, not ready to let go yet.
I ease her down, my hands finding the curve where her waist meets her hip. Her knees buckle slightly. I catch her before she falls. My cum drips down her inner thighs, making something shift inside me. Possession, but recognition.
Mine. She’s mine now.
I strip off and scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. She doesn’t protest, just rests her head against my chest, her breathing still ragged. I set her down on the edge of the tub and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it’s warm but not too hot.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, guiding her under the spray.
The water cascades over both of us. I grab a sponge and soap it up, then gently clean between her legs. She hisses at the sensitivity, and I slow my movements.
“Sorry,” I say quietly.
“Don’t be.” Her hand covers mine, stilling it. “That was...”
“Incredible,” I finish.
“I was going to say terrifying, but incredible works too.”
I pull back to look at her. Water streams down her face, plastering her blonde hair to her shoulders. “Terrifying?”
“How much I wanted it. How much I still want you. How much I don’t really know you.” Her green eyes meet mine, vulnerable and honest. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Something in my chest cracks open. I cup her face, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. “Neither have I.”
“What does this mean?” she whispers over the drum of the water.
“I don’t know. I just know that I need you.”
“I need you too,” she murmurs. “And not just to keep me alive,” she adds with a smile.
“Although that helps.”
“Reality is a bitch. But we need to get back to it.”
I nod and finish cleaning her up.
Her words are ringing in my ears, but not the ones she just uttered. The ones she spat at Connor earlier. You think I know more than I’m letting on, and maybe I do. Who knows?
I rinse the soap off and turn off the water. Nuala shivers as the cold air hits her wet skin. I grab towels from the heated rail, wrapping one around her before drying myself off quickly.
“We should eat something,” I say, even though food is the last thing on my mind. My body already wants her again.
She nods, looking dazed. “The bags on the couch. Are those the clothes you mentioned?”
“Yeah. Go get dressed. I’ll make us something.”
She disappears into the living room while I pull on a pair of joggers. I don’t bother with a shirt. The apartment is warm enough, and I like the way her eyes track over my chest when she thinks I’m not looking.
In the kitchen, I pull out ingredients for a proper meal. Not just bacon and eggs this time. She needs calories, protein. I need to take care of her.
Six months ago, I was Father Logan, hearing confessions and pretending I believed God gave a fuck about anyone’s prayers. Now I’m fucking a woman I barely know against my bedroom wall and planning meals around keeping her strength up.
Chris would’ve laughed her arse off.
The thought of my best friend sends the familiar ache through my chest, but it’s duller now. Less sharp. Maybe because I’m finally allowing myself to feel something other than guilt and rage.
Nuala pulls on black leggings and an oversized jumper. “How did you know my sizes?” she asks.
“I did your laundry, remember.”
“You looked?”
“Of course. I want to know everything about you.”
“Not much to tell really,” she says lightly. “I know you say it isn’t safe, but I want to go home. Get some of my things. It’s not much, but—”
“No.”
“Logan—”
“No.” I pull her to me, gripping her wrist. “You are not leaving this apartment.”
“You can’t keep me prisoner,” she says lightly, thinking I’m joking.
I’m not.
“Watch me,” I growl.
Her face shifts from playful to wary. Her wrist pulses under my grip, and I force myself to loosen my hold before I bruise her.
“You’re serious,” she says.
“Dead serious.” I release her and step back, staring down at her. “They’re hunting you, Nuala. Going to your flat is suicide.”
“I can’t just abandon my life.”
“Your life doesn’t matter if you’re dead.”
She flinches, and I hate myself for the bluntness. But I’ll never regret what it takes to keep her alive.
“I have things there,” she says quietly. “Personal things. It’s not that it’s worth anything, but—”
“I’ll send someone.”
“No.” Her jaw sets in that stubborn line I’m already addicted to. “If anyone’s going through my stuff, it’s me.”
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the way her eyes drop to my abs before snapping back up. “Not happening.”
“You don’t own me, Logan.”
“Don’t I?” The words are possessive. Dangerous.
Her eyes flash. “No. You don’t. We fucked. That doesn’t give you the right to—”
I back her against the counter before she can finish her sentence. My hands cage her in on either side. “We didn’t fuck. I claimed you. There’s a difference.”
“You’re out of your mind.” But her breath hitches, and I see the pulse hammering in her throat.
“Maybe.” I lean closer, my mouth hovering over hers. “But you’re mine now. Accept it.”
“Logan.”
“No. End of discussion.”
I turn from her and start chopping an onion.
“Logan!”
I don’t respond. This conversation is over. Before I took her, before I made her mine, there was a slight chance I might’ve let her go back to her flat. Now? Not a fucking chance in hell is she going anywhere that might get her dead.