Since the day they sorted out their misunderstanding, Logan didn't let Anne Margarett leaves his mansion. He just assigned some of his best executives and managers to helped him run Ford Corn Industry so she didn't have any reason to leave him.
Logan owned forty five percent shares and Claire and his friends owned thirty percent, then he automatically controlled the CEOship which Anne had no objection, she happily stepped down.
"Babe, I'm home!" Logan shouted as soon as he emerged inside the bedroom.
"Here..." she replied with a sexy bedroom voice while patiently waiting for him.
Anne's intension is just tease Logan. But suddenly she change her mind when she notice his extreme reaction.
"Holy cow! This is.....oh my!" Logan continued from charging and smiled at her then made a soft growl.
Anne didn't move. One moment she was laying beside Logan, doing her best to show nothing more than her real feelings, and the next she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
He made a low, hungry sound of his throat as her mouth grazed his. He responded by deeping the connection.
She broke away and turned her face into the curve of his neck. With her lips against the sweet-flavored of his skin, she whispered. "I'm not on a pills, did you know that?"
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "Let me worry about that. I think I'm up to it."
Pulling her closer, he rubbed against her. She felt the heat of his pulsing arousal. His body was so hot where it met hers, even through his jeans, and the contact was so exciting that involuntary shiver ran through her.
"It would seem so." she said.
Refusing to wait another moment, Anne pushed Logan backward on the bed. Her hands went quickly to his waistband, finding the button of his jeans, then the zipper. She begun yanking them down his legs. "Lift your hips."
He smiled up the ceiling, but did as she said. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed about this since this morning?" he asked. He made an attempt to rise, but fell back.
"Probably no more than I have."
With an embarrassing lack of finesse, she got his pants off and tossed them over the chair. She never seen his bare legs for quite sometimes, but they were as long and muscular as she expected. She pushed away the thought of how good they'd feel wrapped around her body.
"First things first. She tapped his thigh. "Now the boxers, cowboy."
"Whatever the lady says." he said in his most agreeable tone, and while he pulled them off, she stripped of her own jeans and flung them aside.
When he was naked at last, he just lay there, not a bit bashful about his body. She stared down at him, her blood suddenly felt as though it might burst in her veins. A craving to capture him in her hands, to explore every rippling inch of him, drove her. She couldn't have said where this boldness came from. She'd never been particularly aggressive in a sexual sense. But whatever accounted for it didn't matter to her right now. She came all the way her to be with him again. Not one bit. It shocked her how little conflict there was inside her.
She reached down to take him.
He caught her hand, making her look up. "Uh-uh," he said, grinning at her. "Your turn."
He pulled her farther onto the bed, so that she was forced to go down on her knees. She sat back on her heels, facing him, while he did the same. She saw something come into his eyes, some vivid emotion that drove out the shadows and erased much of the tireness lining his face. It was longing. So potent and sexual that shot through her again.
He ran a finger along the collar of her blouse. "This is pretty," he said. "Matches your eyes. Now let's take it off.
He begun unbuttoning, and anticipation fluttered through her, following the path of his touch until her body was quivering with eagernss. He slid the shirt from her shoulders, then did the same with her bra.
He looked at her for what seemed like forever, and she felt color come to her cheeks. Anne wasn't used to this of blatant exposure even they do this for so many times but she wanted badly please him.
"Hmm..." he murmured, capturing her wrist and anchoring it gently behind her so that her chest thrust even farther up and outward. "Don't you know how beautiful you are to me?"
A small gasped escaped her when he brought his free hand to her throat, then trailed it slowly down to a nipple, rubbing it with his thumb, tugging lightly until one, then the other, responded with embarrassing ease and pleasure moved through her waves.
He planted a kiss on every part of her and that came into range. Fierce, hungry kisses that felt so different from the gentle touch she had experienced from him before. She loved it.
He brought his mouth to her breast, working her nipples with a tongue still wet and warm from a kiss. His lips moved over her in a lazy, possessive way that made her skin tingle and heat.
When she moaned like she was so much in pain, he pulled back. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "If I am tell me. Just tell me what you want."
"I want..." She swallowed hard. "I want...more."
She heard his rumbling chuckle, and then he showed her how much more there could be.
Eventually, his hand slid down her waist to slip inside her panties. There was no barrier between his warm fingers and her skin, and when her pressed deeper, stroking the sensitive flesh between her inner thighs, she groaned and arched against him. Under the spell of his heavenly charm, she was lost.
"Easy," he whispered against her ear. "It's alright, I've got you, and I won't let go."
Before Anne could say anything, the both heared stomach growl loudly.
He swore and she couldn't help a weak laugh as she dropped her head forward against his shoulder. "Oh God, Logan," she gasped. "If we stop now because you have to have something to eat, I'll go mad."
"My stomach," he said with a smile in his voice, "hasn't been waiting for food as long as I've been waiting for this. Ignore it. I intend to."
And then he was skimming the silken wisp of her underwear down her thighs and away, bringing her under him in a sweet, stage-by-stage embrace. Engulped with wanting, she lifted her arms around his back, feeling the shifting patterns of his smooth muscles beneath her palms. She had a hazy thought that she might hurt him--those bruises from he got from an accident had been ugly--but he seemed to take no notice, and when she felt his breath on her throat like a nectar bath, his kiss against her collarbone, she forgot about it too.
Her breathing became rapid, so did his as they grew more and more fluent with each other bodies. Time seem so slow, stretching to accomodate them. With murmured words and encouraging hands, they searched a perfect delight. Every taste, every moist curve and silken hollow explored brought them closer to that exquisite, ancient threshold.
By the time Logan placed his hand on her hips, holding her steady as she writhed beneath him. Anne knew she could take no more. She needed to be closer, needed to be part of him and he a part of her. She quivered with eagerness as he thrust a finger inside her, then a second, stroking her into readiness, though it was hard to imagine how she could be any more so. His warm touch worked a wicked magic on her, making her mind spin until she moaned again.
"Logan please..."
Her gaze connected with his. He gave her a tender half smile, and he seemed so incredibly beautiful to her in that moment. With her control stretched whisper thin, she spread her legs wider. She was trembling now. Panting. Her body begged for release from this aching, wonderful anguish.
His mouth invaded her again, and at the same time she felt powerful warm of him slide into her, then sink deeper. She surged against him, feeling the need to merge with him, to absorb his strength. He begun to move faster, and she met that primitive rythem, unwilling to wait any longer, and feeling as though she was coming alive again after so very, very long.
A wildenss overcame her then, premitive and almost brutal. There were no sighs now, no murmurs, only hissing breaths and thundering pulses. Beyond all reason, she bucked against him, and he thrust hard, angling hips so that he could immerse himself into her deeper and deeper.
"Logan!"
The gasping sound of his name was at once a plea and a promise. Her vision grayed. She couldn't catch her breath. She was with him, but she couldn't hold on any longer.
Ecstasy bubbled up within her, filling her to the point of sweet pain. Pleasure burst inside her suddenly and she shuddered and called his name again, realizing that Logan's own control slipping away. For a moment his eyes searched her as though they were looking for something to hold on. Then he exploded into her, tumbling into a realm beyond time and place.
Afterward, wrapped in a warm, wonderful lethargy, he lay on top of her. She cushioned his head on her breast, her fingers slowly easing the sweat-damp hair away from his brow. His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged.
Eventually he raised his head and searched her face. "I thought I'd more control than that. "he muttered. "I'm sorry."
Anne smiled, her mind and her body deliciously drugged by the savage wonder of their lovemaking. "I'm not."
"How do you feel?"
"Like I've floating and floating, and have just come back down to earth."
He pushed upward and dropped a light kiss on her lips. "I think we should both rest, tomorrow we're going to meet your parents, I wanted to straightened everything between us."
She nodded. He eased his weight to one side turned off the bedside lamp and pulled her against him, as though he didn't want them separated, even in sleep. She curled beside him like a kitten, loving the warm of his body next to hers in the dark, comforted by the sound of his heart beating close to her ear. She could hear his breathing start to settle, softer, gentle now as he begun to drop into sleep.
Tomorrow and onwards, Anne and Logan, together, for the rest of their life. Secured for each other love, they were now ready to start their happily ever after. Anne sincerely promised to Logan, that no matter what she would always choose him over everything.
For he is her life...
THE END
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Stay tune for the next series. Have a nice day everyone.
---Hanna Luna