Chapter 4

I inhaled deeply, and let my breath out slowly as I stretched my legs against the smooth cotton sheets and tried to sink further into the soft mattress. Dreamily, I smiled against the pillow not really wanting to wake up. A feeling of contentment filled me. I sighed against the pillow. Logan. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck, flaming hot against my cheeks as I remembered.

The memories flashed back to me in rapid staccato. It was reminiscent of a flip book of pictures. The images came to me one after another, click, me as the aggressor, click, claiming him as mine, click, taking the advantage, click, the boldness in my caress, click, relishing each moment, click, the power of his touch, click, the hardness of his body, click, and Logan kissing me in the most intimate of places click.

I started to squirm. That's when I became aware of Logan's arm draped across me. I could feel his chest pressed against my back, his arm across my middle, his loins spooning mine. His hot breath caressed the back of my neck, making the little hairs stand up on end, the prickling vibration reverberating through my entire body. I started to quiver. I knew when he awoke, for I felt his leg move subtly between mine, and I could feel the coarse hair rubbing sensuously against the back of my thighs. It sent shivers up my spine. He squeezed me tight against him as he nibbled on my shoulder making me tingle. He trailed a path from my shoulder to my neck, nipping, licking, sucking – making me strain against him. I could feel his excitement pressing against me. I could lie like this forever.

He turned me onto my back and smiled down at me. It was strange to see Logan smile like that; he looked happy, content and ready for more loving. He had a teasing look about him. I liked it and I smiled back up at him. I reached up and stroked his hair, all mussed up from our loving. I liked it better that way. He looked sexy and all male as he leaned down to place kisses on my eyelids; his soft lips grazing first one and then the other…moving down to my cheek, the curve of my jaw to the corner of my mouth and finally my reaching my lips. His were soft yet determined as they touched mine, savoring their taste. His tongue darted across them as he sought entrance. I moaned as I granted him access and our tongues entwined, parrying, thrusting in an age old rhythm.

His hand stroked my collarbone, sending shivers running down my body as his tongue danced with mine. He fondled my breasts, cupping them, molding them together. He tore his lips from mine and started a new trail down my neck, pausing to suck hard on my neck at its pulse point, making me writhe with wanting. His hand continued its onslaught, moving lower, his mouth followed its lead, replacing the hand on my breast, suckling me. I wrapped my arms around his head holding him ever closer, pulling him tightly to me as I gasped for air. He murmured his approval but never strayed from his task, his dark head bent with purpose. His hand moved lower gliding against my hip, pulling me up towards him, against him, my leg unconsciously trying to climb aboard him as he cupped my buttocks and clasped me to him. God I want him. I thought as I struggled for control. It was a losing battle.

His hand moved ever lower, gliding against my skin, skimming my stomach, pressing my pelvis, to sink into the dark curls of my womanhood. I gasped. He stroked and teased me until I was thrashing about the bed in ecstasy. I could feel myself clenching about his fingers as I sought my release only for him to stop as I balanced precariously on the precipice of sanity.

"Don't stop." I begged breathlessly.

He looked at me then, his eyes glazed with hunger, gauging the intensity of my feelings then covered my body with his. He held himself up on his arms as he gazed into my passion-filled eyes. I looked deeply into his, and all the raw emotion I had inside of me threatened to overflow. My eyes welled up with unshed tears.

"I love you Jean," he said.

I reached up to smooth his face; my fingers grazed his jaw-line and moved up to trace his arched brow. He moved against me, never taking his eyes off of mine. How different from Scott I mused. I could never look into his eyes. I never really knew what I was missing, until now. It was incredible! I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by Logan's kiss, robbing me of my senses. Desire washed over me anew. I need more. I wrapped my lengthy limbs around his narrow waist, bringing him closer, encouraging him to enter as I arched my back against him. He teased me, hovering ever so close yet not close enough. I writhed against him in frustration to no avail. He wasn't budging. He wanted me to be an active participant. He wanted to make sure I knew what I wanted. He wanted me to touch him. I reached down and encompassed his raging member with my hand. He smiled against my mouth. I buried my face in his neck as I shamelessly guided him to me.

He filled me completely to the core of my being. He stopped when he was buried to the hilt. Beads of perspiration appeared on his face, as he steadied himself. He reached for my hands, placing them on either side of my head as his fingers interlaced with mine. I felt our palms touching, sweating from exertion.

"Look at me Jean," he commanded as he moved inside of me. I was helpless to deny him. I could see the pleasure he was having watching me watching him as I rocked against him. Give it to me. I gripped his hands tighter arching higher as I came nearer to the edge of reason. Waves of pleasure rippled over me as I looked into Logan's face. Uhhh, Oh God! I thought as my insides gripped tighter in instant gratification. His breath caught in his throat, he sucked the air into his lungs only for it to whoosh back out again in a rush. Guttural sounds escaped him as he fought for air. The crescendo came. With his eyes open he looked into mine as he spilled his release at the same time I found mine. I throbbed with the pleasure of aftershocks as they assailed my body. I could feel myself contracting around Logan, a short laugh escaped me. Oh my God! I thought. Oh God that was good!

He could feel it. He smiled at me and asked, "Good?"

"Mmmmmm" I purred. "Better than good." I took a deep breath and let it out shakily. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I had never experienced such an earth shattering release. It was all because of Logan. I started crying. The tears poured from my eyes, happy tears, tears of joy. I had found my soul mate.