Sara's Child (13 page)
“I know I’m stupid about this relationship lark,” she stands angrily, “but are you really telling me that I’m not allowed to love you because you happen to be older than I am?
What a crock of shit!” Jesus and I thought I was thick!
It is music to his ears and his heart barely dares to hope. “Be very careful how you answer this next question,” he tells Catherine softly, moving to stand in front of her. “Did you just say that you love me?” His heart is beating wildly then explodes with joy when she nods shyly. “You wonderful woman,” he laughs; swinging her round until she laughingly begs him to stop. Logan slides her down his body then holds her to him as if he would never let her go. “I love you, Catherine Colson,” he declares earnestly, quietly, “and I’ll never let anyone hurt you again for as long as we live.”
Bliss. Pure bliss.
Reaching her arms up she pulls his head down to taste his lips; something she has been dying to do properly for what seems the longest time. They move into the kiss, deepening it as their love flows freely between them for the first time.
“I want you desperately, Catherine,” Logan tells her, his need for her so strong he has to fight it down, “let me take you to bed?”
Touché!
They both smile, remembering when Catherine uttered that same invitation to him at Lakelands. She nods again, her smile teasing, “I promise not to faint this time.”
He scoops her up in to his arms, not a hint of strain in his muscular body as he carries her up the stairs to his bedroom. Logan lowers her to her feet and regards Catherine soberly. “I’m going to repeat what I said to you at Lakelands,” he begins, tracing a gentle finger down her cheek, “if you want me to stop, at any time, I will.”
Don’t you dare!
Catherine doesn’t doubt that he means it, but nothing short of an earthquake will stop her from having him now. “Not a chance,” she growls, her needs already making themselves known. Lifting her dress over her head, Catherine throws it on the floor and stands in just her underwear longing for that first touch; but first she has to get them on an even footing, and tugs at the buttons of his shirt with unsteady hands.
Logan actually laughs, then takes pity and helps her. “You’ll have to get more practice,” he jiggles his eyebrows suggestively after throwing his shirt down on top of her dress on the floor.
However, Catherine is more interested in the broad expanse of chest he’s bared for her, and moving to him places one palm against his racing heart, her other at the back of his neck to lower his head.
When their lips meet, there is no hesitation. The heat that fires in one only serves to fuel the other. As gentle as Logan tries to be, Catherine is determined to give as well as receive this time. She might be a virgin, but she knows, more or less, what’s what and wants to please this wonderful man who loves her.
Her own wonderful, unbelievable miracle.
Managing to undo his trousers, Catherine jerks them down and Logan steps out of them. Before he knows what she plans to do, Catherine drops to her knees and tugging him free, takes him into her mouth. Logan’s head flings back, a deep groan of pleasure and restraint roaring out of him as Catherine works him hard. Her instincts are to give, and she does so, loving his response to her touch, feeling the heady thrill of her power over him.
“Catherine, please,” Logan moves back, pulling her to her feet, before his restraint fails, “I want to make love to you and I won’t manage it if you send me over the edge too soon.” He kisses her gently, pulling her back into his arms, allowing their passions to level out for now. He lifts her then, climbing on to the bed and laying her down beneath him. Looking in to her diamond bright eyes he sees no fear – sure, now, that she is ready to take this next step. He feels the wet heat of her when he reaches down to cup her, then Catherine’s eyelids flutter closed and her breath catches when his fingers slide under her panties and inside her. She groans helplessly as his deft fingers and agile thumb work their wonderful magic, taking her so high she is giddy with it.
The fall, when it comes, is like tumbling from a great height and she screams with the ferocity of it.
Logan removes her underwear and his own, and then moves to take her firm breasts in his hands, lowering his mouth to taste her. His teeth rake over her nipples then his tongue licks over the sensitised flesh, and Catherine feels the heat in her loins growing again, arching her back as the pleasure surges through her. “Again, Catherine,” he urges eagerly, moving down her body to feed hungrily on the heat of her sex.
When she feels his tongue exploring her inside and out, Catherine clutches at the bedding to steady herself but her world rocks violently as she soars even higher than before; then begins that wonderful fall as she crests over the edge of heaven.
Yes! Yes! Holy shit! Yes!
Logan moves to lie beside Catherine, stroking her damp hair back from her beautiful face. “You’re amazing,” he says, leaning up on one elbow to smile down at her.
And…
She looks up at Logan, barely able to speak, lifts her hand to his cheek and says, “I love you.” He bends his head and the kiss that follows is long and deep. “I want all of you,” she tells him, watching Logan steadily; but he seems to be backing away. “I won’t stay a virgin forever,” she states, knowing it is this that is holding him back. She pulls his head down to kiss him, her other hand reaching down to grasp and pleasure him as he had her. Then she takes him completely off guard, flips him on to his back and impales herself upon him.
Her body erupts on an orgasm that tears right through her, and Logan is dragged over the edge with the strength of it as she clamps fiercely around him. They cry out in unison then Catherine falls into his arms as Logan pulls her to him.
She is his now, and he is hers, and the rest of the world be damned if they don’t approve.
Logan stands in the doorway of his kitchen unnoticed, watching Catherine pad about in bare feet and wearing one of his shirts. Not that he minds, he thinks she looks better in it than he does – especially the way she is jiggling about to the music. “You look happy,” he tells her, then laughs when she jumps and almost drops her toast.
He walks over; puts his arms around her waist while she reaches up and crosses hers at the back of his neck. “You were supposed to stay in bed,” she rebukes him playfully. “I was going to make some tea and toast and bring it up.”
“Nice thought,” he grins, “we can have it in the conservatory instead.”
They both stand with heads jerked up and ears listening to the ring of a mobile phone. “Mine,” Catherine says before planting a swift kiss on his lips then running off into the lounge. “Hello,” she answers, fumbling between her toast and the phone. “Oh, thank you for getting back to me so quickly. Could you wait for just a moment,” crossing to the door she waves for Logan to come and join her, “I’m putting the phone on speaker so that Mr Sayers, Logan, can hear you too – he’s been a great help with research on the computer.”
“That’s fine, the more input we can get the better,” they both hear him reply. “Now, I wanted to talk to you about your concerns regarding a Mr Charles Llwyd – you seem very sure that you remember his voice specifically, why is that Ms Colson?”
“The man who attacked my mum spoke constantly, telling me everything he was about to do before he did it,” Catherine explains, “and you don’t forget a voice like that. I still have nightmares about it.”
“Recently?” the Inspector asks.
Logan, too, looks interested in her answer.
“Yes,” she admits quietly, “worse since all this started up again.”
The Inspector’s reply is a low, “Mmm,” and Logan takes her hand in support.
“You think I’m cracking up,” she accuses, rubbing her free hand across her eyes. “Are you taking anything I’ve said seriously, or is this just a, placate and sideline call?”
They hear the Inspector clear his throat, “I most certainly am taking you seriously,” he insists. “That is why I needed to check just how sure you are – we will be following this lead up very closely if you are certain that Mr Llwyd’s voice is at least a close match to the perpetrator of these hideous crimes.”
Catherine says, “I’m very certain.”
Then Logan says, “You said, ‘crimes’, Inspector – does that mean you have made a positive connection between the murders of Sara Colson and Harriet Leavesden?”
The Inspector seems to hesitate. “We have,” he confirms, “but I must ask you to keep that information strictly between yourselves. We don’t want to show our hand to the perpetrator; if he thinks we’re getting close he could run and his trail go completely cold.”
“No problem, Inspector,” Catherine confirms; and Logan adds, “Absolutely.”
“Good, then I’ll get on and liaise with the Moorsden Police Force,” Inspector Harper informs them. “Can’t say too much, but I can assure you, Ms Colson, the wheels are very much in motion.”
Catherine thanks the Inspector, and when he has gone turns into Logan.
“I can hardly bare to hope,” she mumbles into his chest, “but it really is a good lead, isn’t it?”
“The best you could hope for,” Logan encourages, his strong arms enfolding Catherine, wanting to shield her from hurt.
Turning her face up to him, she smiles suggestively. “You know…you could always take my mind off things for a while.” Her fingers start undoing his shirt buttons and Logan laughs. “Well, you did say I need to practice,” she chuckles as she finishes with the buttons and draws his shirt off, then sighs in admiration of his wonderful physique.
What a body, and its all mine.
Her hands trail over his muscular arms, her eyes watching for his reaction. Then she trails her fingers over his broad chest and through the curling mass of hair following it down past his navel to the waistband of his slacks. Popping the fastener, Catherine draws the zip down slowly, watching her man tense as her hand finds its way inside his fly and rubs along his hard length through his boxers. Logan’s breathing hitches as she gives him a gentle squeeze before divesting him of his trousers.
Catherine is still only wearing his shirt, so Logan’s work is short. “You should wear my shirts more often,” he tells her, taking her full breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over their tips, her response a sharp intake of breath. “How lovely you are,” his lips trail up her neck to find her ear lobes. When his teeth and tongue tease and explore, Catherine finds herself holding onto him for support. “Just let yourself experience each sensation,” he moves round the back of her, kissing her nape his hands reaching forward first to cup her breasts then moving slowly downward. As his fingers delve into her wet heat, Catherine cries out her head falling back. Cresting over the first peak quickly, her knees buckle beneath her. Logan catches her up then lowers them both to the floor. Removing the rest of his clothes, he moves over Catherine and entered her slowly.
“Oh god,” she breathes as his slow drawn out rhythm drives her up again. His hands slide beneath her buttocks lifting her hips off the floor. Then she feels the hard length of him drive even further into her, filling her, and only begs for more. “Don’t stop…don’t stop,” the speed of his rhythm increases and the depths he plumbs are so amazingly sensitive. “Logan…” her hands hold on to his arms and she looks up to see his pleasure and his love, “…together…now.” Still looking into each other’s eyes, they crest the last wave as one; their bodies united their voices crying out in a sensual duet.
They lie sated and exhausted, holding each other. Catherine’s head lies against Logan’s chest and he lifts his head to place a kiss on the top of hers. “Are you ok?” he asks, concerned that she might still be tender as the previous night had been Catherine’s first experience with any man. “Did I hurt you?”
She laughs, moving her hand gently over his still heaving chest. “Are you kidding,” she turns her face into him and kissed his nipple, “I have never felt better. In fact, I can’t believe what I’ve been missing,” raising her head up she smiles lustily her eyes travelling down his body all but devouring him. When her eyes come back to his, she finds their brown depths molten; he wants her as much as she needs him. Only this time she wants to explore his body and gauge his responses. “Turn over,” she tells him. When he is on his stomach, she uses her hands to caress muscles that quiver expectantly. Replacing her hands with her lips Catherine kisses the nape of his neck as he had done to her and feels him respond in a way she recognises and smiles with satisfaction. Then she straddles his back and leaning forward uses her lips and teeth on his ear just as he had to her, and again gets a very satisfactory response.
“You learn fast,” the tremor in his voice expressing his growing need better than any words.
Catherine chuckles enjoying her new-found power. “I want to learn more,” and moves her lips and tongue over his shoulders tasting the maleness of his skin. Her mouth and hands explore every dip and hollow, lingering over the hard muscle beneath. When she reaches his taught buttocks, she feels them tense and uses her teeth to nip at them playfully.
“Catherine, you’re killing me,” he groans, toppling her as he rolls onto his back. When he makes to move atop her, Catherine puts up a hand to stop him. Her cheeks glow and her smile is nervous, “Show me how, teach me to be the one on top.”
Rolling on to his back again, Logan pulls her with him so that Catherine now sits astride him. “When you’re ready, just guide me in and feel the new sensations then move however pleases you,” he encourages.