“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” he said
quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She was so peaceful and
beautiful. He almost hated to wake her up, but she needed to eat.
Bending slightly closer to her, he
reached out to touch her shoulder. The urge to kiss her swept over him and threatened
to paralyze him. He couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t be right for either of them. He
again reached out and shook her shoulder. “Time for dinner, Sleeping Beauty.”
Jayna stirred and her eyes began to
open slowly. “You’re not a very good prince, don’t you know you are supposed to
kiss me awake,” she murmured.
Logan’s mouth dropped open and he
stared as she sat up and smiled at him.
With no thought to what he was doing,
he reached out and pulled her close. His lips crushed hers in a desperate kiss.
They dropped to the bed, his body covering hers. No matter what thoughts went
through his mind, trying to get him to stop, he was able to easily push them
aside.
As his mouth hungrily devoured hers,
his hands roamed her upper body. Her flesh was so soft, so pliable beneath his
touch. He’d forgotten how wonderful a curvy woman felt beneath his hands. It
had been so long.
Jayna gasped as his hand grazed her
breast.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked releasing
her lips.
“No. Just super sensitive,” she
moaned, pulling him back to her. Their lips met again.
Logan could no longer hear his inner
voice telling him to stop as his hand maneuvered underneath her bra. The warmth
and softness of her skin made him want to scream, but instead he moaned and ran
his fingertips gently over her nipple. A single drop of moisture had him
chuckling as his hand slid down her stomach over her hip and onto her thigh.
With the lack of skin on skin
stimulation, the voices of doubt began to get louder…until Jayna’s delicate
hands pulled his shirt free of his slacks and snaked up his abdomen to rest on
his chest. He couldn’t breathe but he couldn’t stop kissing her either.
When Jayna’s hands buried in the hair
on his chest, teasing the skin beneath he growled, only to have it muted by
another kiss. He couldn’t think straight. All he wanted was…her, a woman. For
the first time in years he allowed himself to want a specific person in every
way possible. Jayna McIntyre. His hand moved from her stomach to her waistband
and the minute his fingers breached the barrier, she stopped him.
“No Logan.”
It took him a moment to realize what
she’d said as her hand clamped around his wrist.
“I don’t think you want to go there
right now,” she chuckled.
Reality came back, crushing him. He
lifted himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. “What the hell was I
thinking? You’ve just given birth and you belong to someone else.”
Jayna sat up abruptly, moving next to
him. “First of all, I do not belong to that monster, or anyone! I’ve
hated him for years. I was just too scared to leave him. When I got pregnant
and he still came after me almost every day, I knew I had to get out. Reginald
Sanders hasn’t truly been my boyfriend in years. And second, my just having
given birth has nothing to do with anything – except for me not being able to
have sex for six weeks after!”
Logan looked at her with a smile. She
was definitely a passionate woman and she’d just shot down two of his biggest
arguments for staying away from her. “You deserve someone who will treat you
right,” he said softly. She had looked down at her clasped hands so he lifted
her chin to look into her eyes. “All I could ever give you is the physical. I’m
not capable of more. I’m sorry.”
“I never said I want anything more
from you, Logan. I’ve never had a good physical relationship with anyone. Maybe
that’s all I want when I heal too.”
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