Valentine scrunches up her face. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow at all."
"Why's that?"
"Well, in just a matter of two days, I've managed to make a drunken fool of myself whereby you had to throw me in jail, and then I managed to get lost in the woods causing a massive manhunt that cost God knows how much in taxpayers' dollars. I honestly wish a bear had eaten me tonight."
I laugh, not at her, but at her silly statement. "Honey, you'll be the talk of the town for sure, but no one's going to think badly of you for any of it. I know I certainly don't."
She cocks at eyebrow at me. "I was dirty dancing in an obscene dress and I punched an East Merritt resident. I'm a menace to your society."
"You're fucking adorable that you think that," I say with a chuckle.
She yawns in return.
"You're exhausted," I say, and she nods in agreement. "So I'm going to propose you stay here tonight. You can have my bed, get a good night's sleep, and I'll even cook you breakfast in the morning before I take you back to Sarah's."
"I couldn't impose," she says sluggishly, and then punctuates it with another yawn as she continues to hug herself for warmth.
I don't even argue with her. I merely stand from the table, walk to where she's sitting, and pull her up by her shoulders. I then take her hand and lead her back to my bedroom, but as we pass by the bathroom she asks, "Don't suppose you have an extra toothbrush, do you?"
"Yeah, I sure do," I tell her. I step in, grab the extra one out of the small pantry, and hand it to her. "Toothpaste is in that drawer. Help yourself to anything else."
I step out of the bathroom to give her privacy and head into my bedroom, making sure all of my dirty underwear is picked up and in the laundry basket. I never make my bed so I take a moment to at least straighten the sheets and heavy comforter, and I can't seem to help myself, I fluff the fucking pillows for her too.
When I turn toward the door to get an extra blanket from the hall closet, I find her standing in the doorway watching me with a smile. "I really feel like an imposition."
"Shut up and get in bed," I tell her with a smile. "I'm going to get you an extra blanket."
By the time I get back into the bedroom, Valentine is burrowed into my bed with the comforter pulled up to her chin. I throw the other blanket over the top of her and she wiggles her body a little, burrowing a bit further.
"All good?" I ask her.
"Still cold," she grumbles. "Shouldn't I be warm by now?"
I bend over and touch my hand to her forehead to see if she has a fever, but she doesn't, so I just assume her body temperature's taking some time to regulate.
"Tell you what," I say as I sit on the edge of the bed and undo the laces to my boots. After I toe them off, I say, "I swear this is in no way a come-on, but I'm going to lie in bed with you until you fall asleep and give you some body heat, okay?"
She nods with bright eyes, eager for nothing but the promise of an extra layer of warmth. I also suspect she's still coming down off a tremendous scare and feeling vulnerable and needy right now, which is totally understandable. City girl getting lost in the woods like that would totally scare the shit out of most people.
I turn off the bedside lamp and crawl over the top of Valentine and lie down on the opposite side of her, but I don't get under the covers. Instead I tell her, "Turn on your side."
She does and I spoon my body up against her tiny one huddled under two thick layers of blankets, wrapping my arm around her. I can actually still feel her trembling slightly, but she lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pushes her body back closer into mine.
"Thank you, Logan," she says softly, her voice frail and fatigued.
"You're welcome," I tell her, giving her a slight squeeze. "Now go to sleep."
Valentine yawns again, sighs deeply, and then falls right to sleep.
Chapter 11
Valentine
My eyes flutter open and I'm filled with a delicious euphoria that stems from the knowledge that I am alive and not a frozen corpse on a mountaintop being nibbled on by a bear. I immediately realize that I'm in Logan's room, my head clear with no fog from what I know was a very heavy sleep. I also immediately realize that I'm still spooned tightly with Logan, except now he's under the covers. He's got one arm under my neck and the other slung over my waist with his hand curled into a fist at my stomach.
His breathing is deep and even, so I just take a moment to lie here and enjoy being held by a man.
But not just any man.
This is Logan, a man who has repeatedly come to my rescue since I stepped foot in Alaska and has treated me with nothing but genuine kindness. He saved my life last night.
I'm not sure if I'm just having some hero worship right now or if it's just elemental attraction, but my body presses into him a little deeper. My bottom comes to rest right into the cradle of his hips and I curve my arm over his so I'm holding him as well.
And, God, that feels nice.
Logan stirs slightly and my breath freezes. We're in an intimate embrace that occurred sometime during the night, and I just pressed my advantage by moving even closer to him. I can tell the minute Logan awakens because his breath hitches for a moment and I feel his body tighten.
And I can't fucking help myself...I wiggle my bottom against him and press back even more into his warmth.
Logan's arm reflexively tightens around my waist and he makes a low rumbling sound in his throat.
My hips press back even further, and I can feel him starting to swell against my bottom through his jeans.
"What are you doing, Valentine?" Logan asks in a husky voice, which might have a tiny bit of censure laced within, but he also flexes his hips so there's no mistaking the erection that's pressing against my ass. His fist also uncurls and his palm widens out to cover my stomach over the top of his T-shirt I'm wearing.
"I don't know," I murmur, feeling all kinds of tingly and needy and totally unsure of what I'm doing, but knowing instinctively I want more from this man. I've been denying it to myself, but right now, lying in his bed and having my one doubt alleviated--whether or not Logan is attracted to me--it feels completely right to have this intimate connection.
"Valentine," Logan says hesitantly. "Maybe we should--"
"Have sex?" I hazard a hopeful suggestion. "I agree totally."
Logan chuckles, squeezes me tighter to him. "What happened to the woman who said she didn't put out on the first date? And I'll go ahead and point out we haven't even been on a date yet."
"We may not have been on a traditional date yet," I tell him softly as I bring my hand to his that's splayed over my stomach and lace my fingers through his. His hand curls inward, holding my fingers tight. "But I'll point out that since we met, you rescued my dog from a possible bear, we've had breakfast twice, you took me clothes shopping, saved me from probably getting my ass kicked by Darla, didn't actually arrest me, cleaned up my vomit, and oh yeah...you saved my life last night. I think I'm totally ready to put out for you."
Logan chuckles again and shifts his body, bringing his lips near my ear. His voice is low, gruff, and filled with need, but it's also deadly serious. "I don't do hookups, Valentine. Not looking to just get my rocks off with you."
My entire body shudders, not only from the erotic tone of his words, but from the meaning behind them. "This isn't a hook-up to me, Logan. There's no way you could just be that."
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs before dipping his head and running his nose along my neck. "Just leaves two more questions then."
"Okay, question number one?" I ask breathlessly, because this is going to happen.
"How are you feeling?" he asks somberly as he comes up on an elbow so he can lean over to look at me. "You had a rough night last night."
I crane my neck so he can see my eyes and the truthfulness in them. "I feel fine. Fantastic even."
His eyes brighten mischievously before he dips his head down and brushes his lips across my jaw. "Second que
stion...I'm dying to know if you're a natural redhead."
I can't help the giggle that comes out of my mouth, but I turn my body toward his and loop my arms around his neck. "You know there's only one way to find out."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he says before he brings his mouth down on mine.
I'm thinking there was some hard-core underlying attraction on both our parts, potentially held down by uncertainty, but once our lips and tongue touch, everything sort of explodes between us in a way that feels like it's the most right thing in the world. The blankets are kicked off and hands start flying all over the place. He holds my face in his big, rough palms to kiss me hard while my hands snake under his shirt to feel his abs, which are smooth and contracted tightly. My hands go higher, curving over thick chest muscles covered with hair and all I want to do is rub my naked body all over him.
Then Logan's hands are on my ass, pulling me in tight to him so his erection presses right between my legs and both of us groan with urgency. The kissing goes deeper, interrupted periodically by Logan's shirt whipping over his head and his hands pushing his loose sweatpants down my legs. My feet start kicking to help dislodge the material, and every time an article of clothing comes off, we roll back into each other and make out again like crazy kids.
Logan manages to get my shirt off and with his chest heaving, he breaks our kiss again to roll to his back so he can work at his fly. I roll toward him, joining in to get that button and zipper undone, and finally he's lifting his hips so I can help push his jeans down his legs. He takes over, kicks them the rest of the way off, and then we are both completely naked.
Logan rolls back toward me but my eyes are pinned on his dick. It's huge. It's beautiful, thick, long, veined...huge.
"Wow," I say in total admiration. "Just wow."
He snickers briefly and rolls on top of me before plastering his mouth to mine again. He gives me a deep, achingly long kiss, and oh the things that man can do with his tongue.
Then he's pushing up off me, hands and knees pressed into the mattress so he's hovering and grinning down at me. "Time to see if you're a natural redhead."
A throbbing jolt of achy need slams into me, and my gaze travels back down between our bodies where his erection is hanging long as he kneels over me.
"That thing is really big," I point out.
"I'm not even fully hard yet," he says almost smugly, and my eyes snap to his and go round with wonder and a slight tinge of fear.
I swallow hard. "This will be an adventure."
Logan laughs, leans down, and rubs his nose along mine before pulling up to look at me. "I've got all the confidence in the world you can take me, and don't worry...I'm going to get you more than ready."
"Oh, I can take you," I say as I trace my fingers along his jawline as I purr, "I've got a dildo about that size, and while it takes some work--"
"Jesus fuck," Logan groans as his smug look falls away. "And now I'm fully hard."
I giggle and glance down between our bodies again, and God almighty...he's the largest man I've ever been with, but I'm relishing this chance. I bring a bold hand forward and wrap it around his dick, my fingers barely making it halfway around his thickness, and I give it a few strokes. He is indeed hard as steel.
Logan lets out a groan and then he's pulling away from me, moving down my body. He pushes my legs apart, kneels between them, and stares at my most intimate place. He gently drags his fingers through my curls, which I keep well trimmed, but there's no mistaking I'm a natural red.
Then his eyes come to mine just before he dips a finger inside of me. "You're soaked already."
"Seeing your big dick did it for me," I tell him with a grin, but that grin slides right off my face when he adds another finger and twists them inside me. My hips fly up, seeking more, but then I'm crying out in terrible loss when he pulls his hand away.
Logan winks at me. "Don't worry, I'll let you ride my fingers later. Got more important things to do now."
I'll admit, my brain's a little fuzzy from the intense feelings he's provoking within me, and I'm not sure I've ever been this horny in my life, but I just assume the "more important things" he has to do is work that big cock inside of me.
But I'm wrong.
He pushes my legs further part, scoots farther down the bed, and buries his face right between my legs. I mean he pushes against me hard, his tongue immediately spearing inside, and I make a sound like a shriek with a gurgling undertone. It's a god-awful sound and it embarrasses me. He chuckles against my flesh for a brief moment, and then he thoroughly fucks me with his face.
Well, his hands too. Those lips. And God...that tongue.
True to his word, I ride his fingers, three in all, while he tortures my clit with his tongue and I come so hard that sound comes out again. If my hands weren't buried in his luxuriously thick, long hair, I'd be slapping them over my mouth to prevent that sound from ever coming out again.
But oh...am I ready for that monster of his, and I tell him so. "Now, Logan."
"Uh-uh," he says as he lifts his face to take a breath. "At least one more. That one was way too fast."
And he dives back down again.
By the time he's raising back up over me, I'm replete yet deliriously anxious from that second orgasm. I'm in a complete daze as Logan rummages in his nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. My eyes immediately catch the word extra large and my toes curl just thinking about him inside of me.
I'm spellbound as Logan goes to his knees to sheathe his erection, and he does that sexy thing that some men do where they stroke their dicks and let their heads fall back while they give a lusty moan. But he does it differently...he strokes his dick while keeping his eyes locked on mine, filled with burning heat...an almost starved need.
I've never had a man look at me like that before, and my entire body clenches tightly, but not in a bad way. More like that anticipatory way when you know you are about to experience something that will rock your world hard.
Logan lowers over me, gives me a hungry kiss while palming my face with one hand. His other hand works himself into me, just a little bit to get situated, and then he gives a slight roll of his hips. My sex seems to swell then relax, making way for his invasion, and he continues to kiss me, which is so good in its own right that I'm having a hard time focusing on anything right now.
He rolls and flexes gently, slipping into me a little bit at a time. Sometimes I stretch and burn, but most of the time my sex flushes warm and my nerve endings go haywire sending jolts of pleasure through me with every inch of progress he makes, which seems to make way to invite him in further.
Lifting his mouth slightly, he asks, "You okay?"
"More," I say, and he gives me a little growl of appreciation.
"Knew you could take me," he mutters before kissing me again.
When he's seated to the hilt, his pelvis grinding into mine, he goes still for a moment, sliding his lips from mine and putting them near my ear where he whispers, "Had no clue you'd feel this good, Valentine."
I can't even speak because I am so full of Logan right now I'm afraid to even take a breath in. It's the most amazing feeling in the world, having this big, beautiful man filling me up and knowing I can take him and take him well. I lied to him about having a dildo his size, but now I'm thinking I need to upgrade.
Logan lifts his head and watches me as he starts to move. A long--because he's really long--slow glide out, and a gentle stroke back in. He moves slowly, flexing his hips just as he bottoms out in me and presses into me hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through my clit. He watches me as he fucks me slowly and sweetly, which is actually what I'd expected of Logan because he's just such a damn sweet guy. His length, his girth, the way he moves, it touches and ignites things inside of me that I didn't know were there, and before long, another orgasm trembles through me. I know Logan feels it because he drops his forehead to mine and groans out, "Yeah...that's it, Valentine."
His words actually mak
e my climax strengthen and I ride it out while he continues to pump in and out of me leisurely.
When I finally come down off that orgasmic high, Logan halts his movements and grins at me wickedly. "Let's change this up a bit."
"What did you have in mind?" I ask breathlessly, as I'm having trouble keeping adequate oxygen in my lungs.
Logan pulls out of me, causing me to groan over the friction and loss of fullness, and before I know it, he's flipping me to my stomach. He lifts me up by my hips and I feel his hands pulling me apart from behind. I turn my head, look over my shoulder, and find him gazing at me almost reverently. His eyes come to mine and I don't recognize this new tone in his voice--all dark, commanding, and rough with need--when he says, "I'm going to fuck you hard now. Let me know if it's too much."
Every bit of strength in my arms and legs holding me up disappears and I almost melt right down into the mattress from his dirty words. But my spine stiffens and I throw my head back with a groan when he sinks three fingers into me.
"Mmmmm," Logan says with praise in his tone. "Still soaked. This is going to be good, baby."
A tremor runs up my spine over the promise he's just given me, then his fingers are gone and his cock is pushing back into me. It slides in easily, my body still ready to accommodate him.
"F-u-u-u-ck," Logan growls as his fingers dig into my hips.
I answer by arching my spine down and pushing my ass back into him, seeking more.
"Greedy, Valentine," he whispers, and he would not be wrong about that. I want more and more and more.
I brace, wait for him to fuck me hard as he promised, but instead he just smooths one palm over my ass, to my lower back, and then up my spine. It's a gentle caress and I give a little sigh of contentment.
Then that hand goes into my hair and I can feel him fist it so he can pull my head back a little. My spine curves even more so my ass tilts up, and a deliciously dark thrill runs through me. One hand holding my head hostage by his grip in my hair and the other on my hip to hold me steady, Logan pulls back and thrusts back in with such brute force that my body wants to rocket straight through the headboard, but he's got me held tight.
He grunts, I grunt.
It was a move that was totally grunt-worthy.
He does it again, and again, and we both make those animal sounds of pleasure.