Page 2 of Consuming Logan

“And you.” Holding her gaze, Logan kneaded her small waist before trailing up until his hand came to rest on her supple breast. A soft groan slipped from Ava’s lips.

“Your hands are magic.”

He raised a brow. “And, my tongue?”

Sealing his lips, he stroked his tongue along the underside of her finger, grazing the top with his teeth before releasing it. The pulse at her neck quickened.

“Even better,” she moaned.

The air charged with need causing the hairs at his nape to stand on end. Lifting her chin until their eyes met, he lowered his mouth to hers.

“Don’t tell my scalpel,” he rasped. Logan ran his tongue over her full lower lip and growled at the familiar sweetness. Every talent, every accomplishment, every fiber in his body had been tailored to pleasing this one woman. He fed her appetite as much as she satiated his.

“Taste,” he whispered, not waiting for her to comply. And her lips, plump enough to quench a man’s thirst, formed the perfect plush cushion. They parted on a throaty sigh. Logan tilted his head and surged into her mouth. At contact, a fire ignited in his blood. For a moment, he marveled at the sensual taste of her. She stole the air from his lungs and gave him the breath of life all at once.

“Let’s get married today.” To hell with a big wedding. Logan wanted a signed, sealed, and dated marriage license. Ava tightened her hold on his shoulders. Logan felt the bite of her nails as they sank into his muscles. It hurt so good, he had to rein in his own guttural sound.

With a remorseful groan, Ava sighed. “No…again.”

“Why not?” That little black hole in his psyche was ravenous to keep her. He wouldn’t lose his woman…ever again.

Damn that Brooke Tyler. She’d done this to him, unearthed this weakness, and he would forever resent her for it. Her betrayal ruined his then plans, though he hated to admit it. He shook off the darkness. This time, this woman, would be different.

“I have to be in uniform and ready for inspection in an hour.” She trailed a slender finger over his mouth and then slipped the lone digit inside. “Don't start anything you can't finish.”

“For you, sweetheart, I’m always mission ready.”

Ava pushed at his chest. “More like anything-but-missionary position ready,” she laughed.

“There’s benefits to creativity,” he countered.

“You are that,” she cooed, “and pathologically impatient.”

“A six-month deployment is a long damn time, Ava mine.” Logan had conveyed the total crap storm his life had dissolved into during her absence.

She reared back, giving him a twisted smirk. “Says the man who surprised in Singapore.”

“Hey. Let’s celebrate I made ninety-days without you in my bed.” It was one of the reasons he’d campaigned harder than a Democrat in small town America for them to live under one roof prior to their wedding. A decision Ava’s family took exception with.

“True,” she sighed, “but, I’ve only been home a month. Maybe postponing the ceremony till the end of the year,” she said, giving him a devious grin.

“No.” Logan rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “I’m a Masters man. We don’t wait.”

Ava gave a throaty laugh. “Tell me something I don’t already know about the men and women in your family.”

“Four months,” he reared up, placing a kiss to her nose, “and you will be Mrs. Logan Masters. It’s all planned.”

With Ava sprawled across his half-naked torso, he was careful with his next question considering his vital organs were exposed.

“Since you mentioned it. You’re ready about tonight? The cameras. The reporters.” He felt her muscles tighten as her spine straightened. When they met five years ago, with reluctance Ava had entered his world of ballroom galas, fundraisers, and country club soirees. She would adjust to this life, eventually.

“Are you ready for today’s job interview, doctor?”

“The chief of surgery position is mine,” he grinned, unconcerned with his so-called competition. As the eldest of two sons, Logan had been groomed to lead. Winning, that’s where he excelled. The only thing that frightened him more than losing was the woman beside him. Ava meant everything to him. He didn’t like disappointing her. So, she didn’t need to know about the interview he had lined up later today. It was all a part of securing their position in the Shell Cove power circles. He would conquer the world to place it at her feet.

“Wow. I’ll have to custom-design your golf cap to fit that big head of yours.”

“You’re changing the subject, Ava mine.”