there was only one way to douse it.
“Mmm,” she hummed over him.
She heard him growl, and satisfaction flooded through her. Before she could kiss him again, strong arms hauled her upward, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her to the bed.
His face was drawn, his lips thinned, and his eyes narrowed. He used his knee to press her legs apart and, without preamble, thrust into her.
Sensation exploded through Maggie. Sweet pleasure with just a hint of pain as her body adjusted to accommodate his size.
Maggie clenched her teeth and contained the scream just in time, for she retained the bit of sense that told her he would instantly pull away thinking he’d harmed her. Somehow she warped the scream of pleasure into a whimper, and she arched up into him, wrapping her arms around him.
He didn’t seem to hear her. His nostrils flared as he lowered himself to her, pulled out, and thrust into her again with such force, her body shifted higher on the bed.
“Oh,” she groaned, closing her eyes. She needed this. Needed him.
He braced his arms above her shoulders so she wouldn’t slide upward, and he surged into her yet again.
Flames whispered in the fireplace, and the cocoon of heat squeezed tightly over them as Logan began a rhythm of hard thrusts, moving in and out of her body with excruciatingly pleasurable force. Within moments, the heat curled through her skin, coalescing to tingle between her legs, constricting her muscles in a tremor that she was certain she wouldn’t survive.
She gasped, the air rushing out of her body as he completed every thrust. If she didn’t hold on to him, she’d fly apart. So she gripped his bulging shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut as the warmth wrapped around her muscles, coiling tighter. And then it happened. The tense bands of heat snapped, and pleasure exploded within her. Maggie arched against him. Her muscles tensed even more and then shuddered and released, rippling over Logan’s cock.
She cried out, clutching Logan even tighter. He was her anchor, the only thing keeping her safely attached to the earth. On the edge of her consciousness, she felt him go hard over her, and he froze, a solid mass of muscle wedged against her womb, as pleasure consumed them both.
Chapter Five
Ages later—or maybe only a few minutes had passed—Logan pulled out of her and slumped beside her. Shame consumed him. Not only had he lost all control and taken her like a heathen, he’d come inside her, risking his seed taking root in her belly. He’d never done that with a woman before. He’d never been so thoughtless.
He ground his teeth and stared up at the rafters. “I’m sorry.”
She shifted in the bed, turning to face him. “Why?”
He dragged his gaze to focus on her. There was no reason to beat about the bush. They both knew what he’d done. “I hurt you. I spilled my seed inside you.”
She went very still, a frown frozen on her face. She was silent for a long moment. Finally she said, in a lethally quiet voice, “I really want to hit you right now, Logan Douglas.”
He stared at her in shock, and then he understood. “Of course you do.”
He forced his languid muscles to rise to a seated position at the edge of the bed. He found his shirt on the floor and picked it up. “If there is a child . . .” He sucked in a breath. “I will do whatever you wish, Maggie.” Angrily, he brushed the back of his hand over his brow. “Forgive me.”
“Stop it!” Rising onto her knees behind him, she slid her arms around him, and it was his turn to freeze. “You silly, foolish man. Stop apologizing.”
She slid around his torso to settle on his lap, wrapping her legs around him, and he couldn’t avert the surge of arousal her touch elicited. She framed his face in her hands and pulled it down to hers. She kissed him on the lips. “That was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.”
“I hurt you,” he said stubbornly.
She kissed his nose. “No, Logan.” She brushed her lips
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