Free Belong to Me by Shayla Black Page B

his every demand to the ultimate pleasure again and again.
    But he had to make her not just want to escape him, but the whole assignment. Regret stabbed him, and he had the most insane urge to do nothing more than wrap his arms around her, bring her body flush against his and simply hold her until she lost all that starch.
    He couldn’t afford it.
    Wrapping his hand under her neck, he tilted her head up until he was fully in control, then covered her mouth in a greedy kiss. He didn’t ease inside or wait for her acceptance; he prowled in.
    Instantly, hunger roared through his belly, mowing down his good intentions, screaming at him to get deeper and consume her. She stiffened against him at first, struggled for a moment, only to realize that he’d positioned her so that she couldn’t move. When she gasped, he plunged in again, so ravenous for her his entire body was taut, aching. Tara anchored her hands on his shoulders. Logan braced for her to push him away. Instead, after a moment’s pause, she curled her hands around his neck, urged him closer, and twined her tongue around his hungrily.
    Shock vibrated down his spine. Searing arousal followed.
    His Cherry tasted like . . . everything. All he’d wanted for years. The essence that had haunted him. This is what he’d been missing. What he needed. Her.
    Deeper he pressed into her mouth, laving, tasting, possessing. She met him, frenzied stroke for stroke as he wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed her bare torso against his own in a sizzle of skin. He slid a leg between hers. She cried out as he rubbed his thigh against her folds. The wetness of her pussy coated his leather-clad thigh so he slid against her more easily than melted butter. He fucking ached with the knowledge that she wanted him, too.
    For the first time in a decade, Logan felt complete.
    How the fuck was he going to goad her into ending this mission, knowing he’d likely never see her again? He knew he should, but now that he’d touched her, he needed at least a few precious moments more to savor her before she was gone forever.
    “Cherry, baby . . .” he murmured against her soft lips, so sweet with a flavor so uniquely her. “Open to me.”
    Without hesitation, she did, plunging her tongue in his mouth again and clinging like he mattered, like she’d starve without him.
    The feeling was mutual. There’d be time later to make her flee this mission and hate him for it.
    Easing over Tara, their lips and breaths still entwined, he savored every touch. His palms caressed her nape, glided over the dainty slope of her collarbone, before his fingers splayed across the slight incline of her breast. Then he swept down, cupped the firm little mound. Her nipple burned his fingertips.
    Damn, he wanted that against his tongue. Cherry mewled, shifting restlessly beneath him.
    With a last deep kiss and a nibble at her sweet lips, he kissed his way down her feverish skin, lapping at the soft expanse of pale silk that he ached to explore for hours, days.
    Her fingers wound their way into his hair, dragging him closer to that delectable pink nipple.
    No way was he going to refuse her silent plea. Yes, he was supposed to be in command, and Logan knew this was reckless as hell. He’d reassert himself, after another taste or two . . .
    Cradling her breast in his hand, he plumped it up for his descending lips. He soaked the reddening bud in his mouth, dragging his tongue over the hard tip.
    “Yes,” she panted. “Logan, yes.”
    Hearing her moan his name, desire whipped through him, torquing the ache in his cock. She arched closer, like she’d die if he released her now.
    Sucking her breast deep into his mouth until his tongue flattened her nipple against the roof, he delved down her body with his hand, sliding between the sweet folds of her pussy.
    Fuck, she was more than wet. Soaked. And so damn responsive. He prayed she wanted him at least a tenth as much as he was dying for her.
    He plunged two fingers