Free Wrecked Book 2 by Rachel Hanna Page A

drew the tribal lines of a tempest had been put on carefully, deliberately, and that they had hurt like hell. Each and every one of them.
    And there were a lot.
    Tentatively, I reached out to touch them, trailing my fingers along the lines. That ’ s when I realized it. They weren ’ t just tattoos, they were scars.
    Frowning, I looked up at him. I tried to ask him what these were and if all of the tattoos on his body were scars, but I couldn ’ t. I couldn ’ t say anything.
    Sensing that, he placed his large hand over mine and smiled. It was a half-hearted nervous smile. “ One tattoo for every scar, ” he murmured and then he leaned forward to place his lips against mine.
    The kiss was softer than the others had been, sweeter and a little sadder. It was like a question and a plea wrapped in one, asking if I could accept this answer to my unasked question. My hand traveled up his chest to his neck and wrapped up into his hair. I pulled him closer to me for a harder, deeper kiss.
    The answer was yes, yes I could.
    The rest of our clothing disappeared quickly. It was scattered across my bedroom floor and the only item we took the time to put on was a condom.
    Carefully, he lay me down on my bed, my back pressing into the mattress as he held himself up on his forearms, poised above me.
    I could feel the heat of his body, sense the tight strain of his muscles, and all but hear the pounding of his heart deep in his chest.
    Slowly, he eased himself closer to me. “ Are you ready? ” he murmured, voice warm and quiet in my ear.
    I nodded.
    He eased himself inside of me, and it hurt more than I expected. Although I knew the idea behind this and knew that girls often experienced pain the first time, I had never really thought about what it would feel like.
    I never would have guessed it would feel like being stretched to the point of ripping apart. When he was fully inside me, he stopped moving altogether. He just stayed above me, careful and silent, muscles taut. He placed gentle kisses all over my face and shoulders, murmuring sweet things that I wasn ’ t really listening to.
    For a full minute, all I wanted was to stop and never try this again, but then the pain eased and I felt something else. A tendril of pleasure. Uncertainly, I shifted my hips.
    Above me, Logan groaned, letting his head fall down between my neck and shoulders.
    So I tried it again.
    He sucked in a sharp breath and through gritted teeth said, “ Addy, please, don ’ t. If you keep moving like that, I —” He took another deep breath. “ I won ’ t be able to stay still. ”
    As the feeling of pain all but disappeared, I decided that him staying still was the last thing I wanted, so I pushed my hips up towards him and said, “ So don ’ t. ”
    It took him maybe three full seconds of looking into my eyes, checking to be sure, before he took the hint and began to move. I found that the moving hurt a little, but the more he did it, the less it hurt and the more it felt good.
    Soon, it only felt good.
    Our bodies pressed together as he pushed into me time and again. I wasn ’ t really sure what I was doing, so I let it ride on instinct. My hands grabbed at his shoulders and hair, pulling him as close to me as I could, so that the heat from his body wrapped around me.
    We kissed sometimes on the lips, sometimes just wherever our lips found exposed skin.
    “ Addy, ” he murmured in my ear, his voice low and husky. “ Please, Addy. ”
    His movements became quicker, more erratic. His breathing was labored and when my hand found its way to his chest just above his heart, I could feel it beating like a jackrabbit.
    I didn ’ t know what he was pleading with me for, but knew that I wanted him to have it. So I pulled him close to me so that our bodies were pressed together and whispered into his ear, “ It ’ s okay. It ’ s okay. ”
    Moments later he pushed into me one more time and I heard a growl rumble through his chest. He collapsed next to