Black Light: Charmed (Black Light Series Book 15), page 22
“Really?” Logan looked up at her, eyebrows raised, and she laughed.
“Am I wrong?”
Shaking his head, he muttered something just before he nipped her other nipple just a little harder than the first, pulling the first gasp from her lips. The pain was a tingling rush, a hum in her veins, and no one got that better than Logan. No one had ever understood her needs as well as he did. It was just one of the reasons why thinking of losing him had been so heartbreaking, why her whole world had felt wrong when she thought he wasn’t in it anymore.
She hadn’t lied to Vanessa that sex wasn’t everything in a relationship, but fuck was it important, and while Logan had plenty of issues… this wasn’t one of them.
“I swear to you,” he whispered against her skin, kissing his way slowly down her stomach, his hands gliding over her thighs as he nudged her knees wider to fit his shoulders between them. “I will never put this in jeopardy again.”
“Having sex with me?” she asked, grinning when he looked up at her with a heavy sigh.
“That, absolutely, but also us.” Logan pinched the tender skin on the inside of her thigh, and she gasped, whining as he twisted for another long second before he let go. “Because I love your smart mouth.” Another kiss on her lower stomach. “I love your independence.” Another kiss, even lower, dangerously close to where she wanted his mouth so desperately. “I love how strong you are, how kind you are, how much you care for other people.”
“You’re killing me,” she whined, squirming in his grip as he tightened his hold on her thighs, his lips teasing between her thighs everywhere except where she needed it.
“Are you listening?” he asked, pinching her thigh again until her hips bucked, and she gasped, a needy sound leaving her lips.
“Yes, sir!” Cassandra tried to focus as he wandered further away, his kisses trailing to the insides of her thighs, brushing the places he’d already given her tastes of pain.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, and then he dragged his tongue through her folds, pulling a greedy moan from her as he switched his hold to her thighs to spread her wider. “I love that about you, too. How you can be such a sassy little brat one minute, and such a very good girl the next.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, fisting the comforter as he teased her clit with flicks of his tongue before returning to long licks and skin-tingling nips.
“I may not deserve you, but I’m going to do my very best to be worthy of you,” he whispered, and she propped herself up on her elbow, reaching down to grab his hair just as he moved to lick her again.
“You don’t get to decide who deserves me, Logan. I do. And I wouldn’t be here in your bed right now if I didn’t think you did.”
His eyes were a wide, vibrant blue as he stared at her for a moment in shock, but that didn’t last long. A second later he narrowed his gaze, caught her wrist, and twisted just enough to make her release him before he pinned the offending limb at her side.
“That may be true, Cassandra, but I will point out that one of the more important parts of your statement is that you’re in my bed right now.” Turning his head, he bit down on her thigh, and she whined through her teeth as he held on long enough to turn the spike of pain into a throbbing pulse before he finally let go. She could see the impression he’d left behind when he lifted his head, smirking at her in that devilish way. Placing a gentle kiss on the mark, he looked up at her again. “Going to be a good girl for me?”
“I might be able to handle that, sir,” she answered, grinning when he yanked her hips to the edge of the bed and started to really taste her. It didn’t take long before she was squirming, fighting the rising tide of pleasure as heat rushed through her in waves timed to each devious flick of his tongue and bone-melting focus on her clit. When he slid two fingers inside her, she arched off the bed, so close to coming that she shouted something unintelligible before he forced her hips back down.
“Don’t come yet,” he growled, and she whimpered, because he wasn’t slowing down at all. Everything was too much, completely overwhelming, and just when she thought she’d lose the battle, he sat up, pulling his hands away from her as he ripped open the bedside table.
“Please, sir!” she begged, watching his expression turn dark as he tore the condom wrapper. “Please fuck me.”
“You know what that does to me.” Logan rolled the condom on just as he moved between her thighs. Tugging her ass to the very edge of the bed, her pushed her legs apart as he lined up. “Say it again.”
“Please fuck me, sir,” Cassandra repeated, looking up into his eyes, and he leaned over her, hand wrapping to the back of her neck as he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss just as he slammed deep. She broke the kiss with a gasped cry, moaning along with him as he slid back and thrust again. “God, I missed this.”
He took her mouth again, the glorious friction between her thighs bringing her back to the edge as he filled her in steady, hard thrusts that rocked her against the bedding. Trailing kisses down her throat, he started to move faster, teasing her closer and closer to bliss as he whispered, “I love you.”
The words alone almost sent her over, but she focused on the warm rush in her chest. It felt like she was glowing, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. “I love you too, Logan.”
That next kiss was practically bruising, tongues brushing just before he nipped her lip, tasting it for a moment before diving in again. A low groan rolled through his chest as he thrust deep and held still, ending the kiss to lean his forehead against hers. “You don’t have to say it back right now. I just wanted you to know, because I swore I wouldn’t keep anything from you again.”
“You really are an idiot,” she said, grinning as she brought her hands up to either side of his face. “I think I’ve loved you since the night you danced with me.” Lifting her hips, she squeezed him inside her, reveling in the rumble in his chest as his eyes fluttered closed for a second. “And then you did other things with me, and for me… and I think I knew then, I just wasn’t ready for the words.”
“I’m an idiot, huh?” he asked, smiling back at her as he slammed deep. “But not a dickless idiot?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, and he laughed, kissing her again before they lost themselves to the need to move. Every thrust inside her was perfect, summoning just enough of an ache to have her brain filled with tingling sparks, turning into electric bliss as he leaned up and started to rub her clit in merciless circles.
“Good girl. Come for me. I want to watch you come,” he commanded, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. She was already lost to the rising tide of ecstasy, her breath catching just before everything went blindingly bright and incredibly perfect.
“Logan!” she cried, arching as she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to hold onto something as he leaned over her again, pressing her into the bed with each powerful drive of his hips that only wound her higher. It was never ending, a constant buzz of trembling aftershocks as he wrapped his hand over one hip, fingers digging in hard enough to ache as he held her still.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, breathing hard against her ear just before he pushed deep and held, his cock twitching inside her as he moaned her name in a way that she wanted to memorize forever.
“Oh my God.” Everything was hazy, her body still squeezing him in waves as she shivered through another aftershock, and he moaned against her shoulder, nipping her.
“Be still,” he growled, a command that just made her let out a breathy laugh as she squirmed again, and he groaned.
“This is your fault, sir.”
“Such a brat.” He swatted the side of her ass, but that only made her hips jerk again, and he cursed under his breath. “You are amazing.”
“As are you, sir,” she replied, smiling at him when he finally lifted himself onto his elbows to look down at her.
“Thank you for giving me a second chance.”
Squeezing him inside her again, she rolled her hips, and his eyes closed on a hushed moan as his grin spread. “This wasn’t just for you, Logan. I wanted to be with you. I wanted us to work out… I just couldn’t see how it was possible.”
“I wouldn’t have let anything stop me,” he answered, pressing another kiss to her lips before he slowly eased out of her and stood up. “Stay right there.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, giving him a quick salute, and he chuckled softly as he walked toward the bathroom. A moment later he came out and went into his closet, returning with one of the silk hair wraps he’d bought her — or he’d sent someone to buy. There was no telling with Logan, but what mattered was that he cared enough to do it.
Hell, apparently, he loved her.
And she loved him.
Chapter 27
Logan
Watching Cassandra put her hair up for bed was going to be one of his favorite parts of their nightly routine, whenever they were together anyway. There was something hypnotic about how she moved her hands. So incredibly feminine and delicate, but with all the confidence she lived her life with every day.
“What are you doing?” she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder.
“Watching you.”
“Being a creeper at this point seems a little late in the game, right?” Cassandra finished and turned toward him, laughing at her joke as he sighed.
“You think I’m creepy?”
“No, I think you’re hot, and amazing in bed, and although you can be a spectacular idiot at times… you’re also pretty wonderful.” Wrinkling her nose at him, she leaned in to kiss him before shifting to move the covers down.
“You just bring out the best in me,” he answered, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Oh my God, you and your lines. So damn smooth.” Her long legs went under the covers, and he already knew that he wanted to spend tomorrow licking and kissing every single inch of her. He wanted to memorize her for when they couldn’t be together.
The thought was like a painful jab between his ribs, and so he shoved it away.
He’d spent ten months away from her. Fantasizing about her, dreaming about her, unable to do anything with the subs at the club because it wouldn’t have felt right when he was thinking of her. A couple of weeks here and there were nothing by comparison, especially since she was his again. Really his, because she loved him too, even if he really didn’t deserve it.
Maybe someday he would.
Rearranging the pillows, he was about to lie down when he noticed she was still sitting up, staring down at the comforter, toying with her fingers.
“Everything okay?” he asked, trying not to think of the sudden pit in his stomach that suggested she may have changed her mind.
“I have a question, and I don’t want it to be weird.”
“That is not the best way to start a conversation after sex,” he replied, comforted by the way she grinned at him, giving him a look that told him it wasn’t about that.
“It’s actually about the Christmas tree downstairs. You really put it up for me?” Cassandra didn’t look at him when she spoke, instead she kept her gaze down, picking at the nail polish on her thumb.
“Yeah, did it bother you?” Shifting in the bed, he leaned back against the headboard, watching her profile. “I only did it because you said—”
“No, that’s not it. I really appreciate you doing that for me, it’s sweet… I just wondered why you didn’t already have one.” Waving a hand, Cassandra shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Sighing, Logan leaned forward, grabbing her around the waist to tug her back to him, tucking her against his side. “I will always answer any question you have. No matter what it is,” he said, but then he held up a finger. “Unless it is a surprise for you, and then I reserve the right to torment you with the information until I decide to give it to you.”
“So rude,” she said, but she was chuckling as she nudged him with her elbow.
“But, to answer this question, Christmas was never a very big deal in my house.” Logan dropped his head back to the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as he sighed. “Before my mom died, they used to do a big Christmas party every year. The whole bottom floor of the house was decked out. Multiple trees, all the ribbon and wreaths and holly and evergreens. It was wild.”
“Were the parties fun?”
“I didn’t get to go. I was a kid, so I had to stay in my room and out of the way.” Shrugging, he traced a finger down her arm. “After she passed, my father didn’t do them anymore. He went to other people’s parties, and I think he might have had someone put up a tree that first year, but after that he just didn’t bother.”
“That’s horrible!” Cassandra said, sitting up to turn and look at him. “You didn’t celebrate Christmas at all? Santa Claus and all that?”
“I mean, I was twelve or thirteen, so it wasn’t a big deal. I kind of thought I was too cool for it anyway, you know?” He interlaced their fingers, gently tugging her back to lean on his shoulder. “But that’s why Christmas just isn’t something I think about. I mean, it’s hard to ignore since it’s everywhere this time of year… but it just wasn’t a big deal in my house.”
“Did you ever have a good Christmas? Like when your mom was alive?” she asked, squeezing his fingers, and he tried to remember. When he was little, he did like looking at all the decorations, and the biggest tree was always in the large sitting room. That room was perfect every year because it was where they would have all the furniture moved or rearranged for the party. Unfortunately, on Christmas, his parents were usually hard to find. His father would be busy, his mom would be sleeping, and it would just be him and whatever person they’d hired to watch him. But then he remembered something.
“Yeah… I’m not sure how old I was though. Still pretty young. I came downstairs and my mom was awake, and she had a camera to take pictures as I opened the presents she’d put under the tree. She was so excited, and we had milk and cookies for breakfast, and then she turned on some channel that was playing Christmas movies, and I sat with her on the couch while she fell asleep.” He smiled a little, remembering how they’d been covered in a big blanket, and he’d been holding some toy while Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer played. Just him and his mom, his father nowhere to be found, and until she’d gone back to sleep, she’d rubbed his back. “That was probably my best Christmas.”
“That’s it. You’re coming to my house for Christmas.”
“What?” He sat up, and Cassandra turned to face him with a big smile.
“Yep. It’s not like you can’t afford a last-minute plane ticket to Massachusetts.”
“That is absolutely not what I’m concerned about,” he said, shaking his head. “I cannot just show up at your parents’ house for Christmas.”
“Yes, you can,” she argued, and he was so tempted to bend her over his lap and spank some sense into her… but knowing Cassandra, that would probably only encourage his little brat. “When my oldest brother Zach was dating Kiera in college, he just brought her home one year. They stayed a couple of days and then went to her parents’ house, and he was only twenty-one. He hadn’t even graduated yet.”
Brothers, right… hell no.
“You just agreed to start talking to me again tonight, Cassandra. There’s no way in hell that I’m—”
“Do you love me?” she asked, looking at him with a serious expression that made him clench his jaw.
“Yes,” he pushed through gritted teeth.
“And you said we were a forever thing, right?”
“I did, but—”
“And I have a feeling that the idea of me ever being with anyone else makes you feel a little… itchy?” A smile teased her lips.
“My palm is getting itchy, Cassandra.”
“You said you’d answer my questions,” she teased, and he groaned.
“You know the answer to that question is yes, except if anyone else touched you I might pay someone to make them disappear,” he growled, and she grinned victoriously.
“Then there is absolutely no reason why I shouldn’t bring the man I love to Christmas so he can see what a real family holiday is like.” Cassandra laughed a little, her grin turning wicked. “And my family’s Christmas is definitely an experience.”
“You’re insane,” he said, knowing it was pointless to fight this. She was headstrong, independent, and he’d already admitted he’d do anything for her.
Apparently, that included a Christmas with her family.
“We’ll get you a ticket in the morning,” she replied, leaning over to kiss him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her back.
“Is your dad going to want to kill me for touching his little girl?” he asked, letting the defeat show in his voice as Cassandra shimmied under the covers, and he reached over to flick off the light.
“Maybe.”
Logan groaned. “Do you want to get me killed?”
“No! Trust me, they act tough, but they’re all sweet on the inside. Honestly, between my mom, my dad, and my brothers… you’re going to want to impress Mom the most.” Cassandra pulled his arm around her waist as she settled down. “Her opinion would be the final one, but I’m the baby of the family, and they all just want me to be happy.”
“Just more incentive to never fuck up again,” he muttered, breathing in the lingering scent of lotion on her skin, mixed with the barest hint of her perfume, and whatever it was that made Cassandra so incredibly delectable.
“That’s right,” she said, and he could hear the grin in her voice as he squeezed her tighter to his chest.
“I’m going to need a Christmas miracle,” he mumbled, and she laughed softly.
“Actually, I think we both already cashed in our miracle this year. You’re going to have to do this on your own.”
Fuck.
Epilogue
