Cowboy Truth: Cowboy Justice Association #3 (17 page)

She placed her hand on his. “I know you feel alone and confused right now. I know you feel betrayed by the people that were supposed to protect you. But you don’t really mean what you’re saying. If I turn around and come back nothing will change. Tomorrow you’ll go back to being the same person you were twenty minutes ago. I couldn’t take that, Logan.”

Her voice shook and her body trembled. She prayed that he would leave her and go back in the house. She wanted to crawl away somewhere and lick her wounds. She needed to find the resources to build up the same shell he wore so easily and carelessly.

“Ava Hayworth, nothing has been the same since the moment we danced together at the wedding. I don’t know what I feel, but I know if you walk away from me I may not be able to survive it this time.”

Her heart. God, her heart.

She couldn’t walk away from this man no matter what damage he might do later. The plea in his tone called to her and she found herself turning around to face him. She caught sight of his pale features before he pulled her into his arms. His lips came down on hers, almost brutal in their intensity, and then more gentle when he realized she wasn’t going to pull away.

Her purse slid down her arm and landed with a thump on the porch steps. Her heart accelerated in her chest and heat swept her body as his hands roamed up and down her curves as if he wanted to learn every line. Emotions she’d tried hard to tuck away broke free.

Her arms went around his neck, holding on for dear life as her legs gave way. He must have felt her surrender because he leaned down and swept her into his arms, carrying her up the steps and through the front door. Kicking it shut with his boot, he strode with purpose towards the back of the house where she knew his bedroom was located.

She was going to make love with Logan. Right here. Right now. She only hoped she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. She only hoped she could survive the broken heart she would surely have when he was done with her.

Chapter Thirteen

S
omething inside of Logan had snapped when he’d watched Ava walk out of his house. At that moment he’d known he couldn’t let her go. She’d breached the walls he kept firmly around his emotions, guarding him from feeling too much. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow but tonight he’d spend worshipping her, showing her how it could be between them.

He laid her on the bed and came down on top of her, pressing butterfly light kisses all over her face and throat. Her fingers were holding tightly to his shoulders and her head was thrown back to give him better access to the sensitive curve where her shoulder met her neck. He nipped and then licked at that spot, feeling a heady triumph when she shuddered and a small moan escaped from between her kiss-swollen lips.

His cock pressed insistently against his fly but he didn’t want this to be a bump and run. He wanted to take his time and explore the lush curves and valleys of Ava’s gorgeous body. She wasn’t a bag of bones like so many women these days who existed on lettuce leaves and rice cakes. She had the figure of a woman, full and ripe, waiting to be plucked into his greedy hands.

The problem was she was wearing too many clothes. He reached down and popped open the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down, the metal teeth loud in the silence.

If he’d thought she might hesitate as the reality of what was happening hit her, he was quite mistaken. He slid to the floor as her jeans glided down her legs. She pulled her pink T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside hurriedly. The jeans joined it along with her white anklet socks with pink thread along the toes.

Reclining on her elbows, Ava’s eyes turned to molten gold as he trailed kisses from her instep, up her calves, to the silky skin behind her knees. She giggled as he hit a ticklish spot so he kissed it again and again until she was laughing and twisting on the bed. He repeated the pattern with her other leg and sat back to survey his handiwork.

She looked delightfully mussed with her flushed skin, sparkling eyes, and tousled curls. How she managed to look so sexy in her sensible white cotton high-cut briefs and matching bra he didn’t know. There was something earthy and sensual about her. She didn’t need fancy lingerie, perfume, or a face full of makeup to get his motor running. He was as attracted to her mind as he was her body, and the thought should have scared the shit out of him.

Ava was the first woman in his life that hadn’t asked anything of him. She didn’t want him to conform to her idea of what a man should be. She’d quietly snuck in under the radar and taken down his emotional walls brick by brick. Calling him on his bad behavior had only been the beginning. She challenged him at every turn to be more, to be better. She believed he could be even when he wasn’t sure himself.

“Logan.” Her soft voice caught his attention and his gaze wandered from her legs to her smiling face. She was holding out her arms and he went into them gratefully. He wanted to blot out everything that had happened before this moment, even just for a few minutes. There would be a long list of things he had to deal with in the morning but for now he’d find some sort of peace with her.

The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. He reached a hand behind her and squeezed the fastening on her bra until it snapped open. Sliding it down her arms and tossing it over his shoulder he feasted his eyes on the bounty before him. For a small girl she was generously proportioned on top and he wanted to enjoy every exposed inch of flesh. His palm cupped her jaw and he could see her cheeks had turned a pretty shade of pink that just matched her nipples.

“Are you going to just look?” she asked huskily. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, good girl. Nothing at all.”

Even as he spoke her rose tipped breasts tightened and crinkled in response. He loved that just his voice could get her going. He leaned down and lapped at the nipple, hearing her breath suck in at the touch of his tongue. Scraping his teeth lightly on the sides of the hard point, he sucked it into his mouth and her hands went to the back of his head, tangling in his hair.

He chuckled to himself and moved his attention to the other side, plucking the nipple with his fingers while he attended to its twin. He didn’t stop until she was writhing underneath him, rubbing herself against his aching cock. He dragged her panties down her legs so she was completely bare to his gaze. He suddenly couldn’t stand the feel of fabric on his overheated skin and he stood to strip off his clothes.

Ava sat up, her gaze raking him head to toe. “I want to see.”

His dick jumped in his pants at her purely carnal expression. His sweet little good girl had a naughty streak in her and damn if he didn’t love it. He wanted to be the one to help her set it free.

Logan’s fingers went to the top button of his shirt. “Take it all in, baby. I’m all yours tonight.”

Even as he said the words, he knew they were true. She owned a part of him that he might never get back. His mind ruthlessly pushed the truth away. He wasn’t ready to deal with it. Not now.

Tomorrow was soon enough.

*   *   *   *

Ava couldn’t drag her eyes away from Logan as he stripped off his shirt revealing his muscular chest and arms. She reached up with her fingers and traced the ridges and bumps of his flat abdomen, brushing the silky trail of blond hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

“Easy, baby. We’ve got all night.” Logan’s breathing was as shallow as her own and he took a small step back, freeing the buttons on his fly and shoving the blue material down his thighs. His socks followed and he stood in front of her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Most men would have looked ridiculous in them but Logan had the physique to pull it off.

She licked her lips at the impressive tent his cock made with the material, and his gaze zeroed in on her movements. Her insides turned to molten liquid and her arousal hitched even higher as he hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of his underwear and quickly shucked them off, tossing them on the ever growing pile of discarded clothing.

His cock sprang free, hard and long, making her fingers itch to explore it as well. He must have read her mind because he stepped closer, inching his manhood closer to her mouth. She leaned forward and traced his six-pack with her tongue leaving a wet trail down his flesh. His hand went to the back of her head and she knew what he wanted.

Surprisingly she wanted it too. She’d always found oral sex to be more than a bit embarrassing. There were smells and bodily fluids, not to mention the evaluation of one’s technique. Avoiding it had become something of a habit.

She was surprised the urge to taste as well as touch was this strong. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, so thick her fingers didn’t touch. A shiver of apprehension and anticipation ran through her as she thought about how it was going to feel inside. He was bigger than any man she’d known before. Women were always saying bigger was better and it looked like she was going to find out for herself very shortly.

She ran her hand up and down the velvety shaft drawing a tortured groan from Logan. She looked up at his tense expression before leaning forward and kissing the tip of his cock.

“Honestly I’m a little concerned,” she said, letting her hand slide down and explore further. She cupped his heavy balls already pulled close to his body.

His lips curved in a smile, his eyes heavy-lidded. “About what, good girl? Doing something naughty?”

“About this,” she dipped her head and sucked on the head for a moment. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit. You’re…thick.”

His fingers tilted her chin up, his hands warm and gentle. “It’ll fit just fine. We’ll take things slow and work up to it. I can’t wait to be inside you. Are you wet for me, good girl?”

She nodded but apparently that wasn’t enough. He shook his head and pulled on a curl until it was straight and then let go, watching it spring back. “Show me how wet you are for me. I need to know you want me, Ava.”

His voice was deep and dark, and she couldn’t resist him. She spread her legs wide so he could see her honey glistening in the pale moonlight that shone through the open curtains. His hand slid slowly up the inside of one thigh leaving a trail of heat behind it. A finger traced her slit and he held it up in front of her face, shiny with her own juices.

“This is so hot, baby. I want you that much too. Tell me what you want, Ava. You can have anything tonight.”

His voice sounded like ground glass and her entire body tightened in response. “I want it all. Everything.”

If she only had tonight with him, she needed to make it count. Without waiting for an answer, she sucked his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could take him. Her hands grasped his thighs, the hair rough under her palms. She bobbed her head, taking him until he bumped the back of her throat, then pulled back until she only had the mushroom-shaped head. She flitted her tongue on the other side and his fingers reflexively tightened in her hair.

She would have continued her sensual foreplay but he pulled back, his face flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That’s enough.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips until she was breathless and wanting. “You have the lips and tongue of a very bad girl. Not that I’m complaining.”

Her hands rubbed his thighs and he pushed her back onto the bed. “What do you do to bad girls?” she asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

He positioned himself between her parted thighs, pressing them further apart. “Bad girls? Lots of things. Usually I spank them. Or tie them up and keep them on the edge of coming for hours. But tonight I think I’ll do this instead.”

A jolt of electricity had run through her at his words. She was so distracted she missed his movement and before she knew it his tongue was between her legs making mischief. His hands held her firmly down and she couldn’t wriggle away from his insistent tongue that teased and tormented her swollen clit.

Her orgasm surprised her, taking her breath away. The waves of pleasure turned her world upside down and she closed her eyes to savor this unexpected development. He paused at this triumph for only a moment and went right back to work, more gently now on the over-sensitized flesh. This time the build was slower and she clutched the sheets in her hands as the arousal grew in her abdomen, drawing her as tight as a bowstring.