Our eyes stayed connected the whole time, the power of the intimacy between us overwhelming in its intensity.

The feeling inside me was building upward in a spiral, coiling tighter and tighter until my whole body tensed over a cliff edge. His fingers dug into my arse, his hips jerking harder and faster against mine as we neared what we were desperately reaching for.

One more push. “Logan,” I pleaded.

Another.

“Ohhh —” The tension inside of me exploded, an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before flowing through me.

My lower body shuddered against Logan’s, and I watched as he stiffened, his neck arched, his teeth gritted, and his eyes flared with fierce pleasure as his own climax moved through him. He jerked against me, his hold on me almost painful as he came.

Logan’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Those extraordinary eyes of his washing over my face as I lay there, my muscles warm and languid from the most amazing orgasm of my life.

“Trust me yet?” he said between pants.

I smiled at his sneakiness. “Don’t ask me serious questions when I’m on a post-orgasm high, Logan MacLeod.”

He grinned and settled over me, cupping my face with his hands. His lips brushed over mine softly, my mouth tingling at the gentle touch. “How many orgasms do you think it will take to get you to trust me?”

I giggled. “Hmm… I don’t know if orgasms are the way to go regarding trust. Addiction… yes.”

“Addiction?” He raised an eyebrow, looking far too pleased with himself. “First addiction, then trust?”

I opened my mouth to argue the complete lack of sense in that and then I frowned. “Why am I arguing about this?” I threw my arms out wide and let my legs fall farther open. “Ply me with orgasms if you think it will do the trick.”

His whole body shook against mine with his laughter.

CHAP TER 21

T wo orgasms later I lay on Logan’s sofa, freshly showered (the location of the last orgasm) and eating the Chinese food he’d ordered.

He was sprawled out on the other end of the sofa, our legs tangling in the middle.

Logan was looking more than a little satisfied, I thought rather smugly, as he ate a huge mouthful of fried rice.

“Food good?” I said, a teasing smile on my lips.

Amusement sparked in his gaze. “Someone worked me hard. I’m starving.”

“I don’t recall being the demanding one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “‘Faster, Logan, faster.’”

I blushed and kicked at him, causing him to laugh, unrepentant.

“You’re a swine.” I huffed, my cheeks still on fire.

“I’m not complaining, babe,” he said, still chuckling.

I eyed him, unable to deny the warmth spreading across my chest. I’d never seen him like this, so relaxed and content. Is it me? I really wanted to believe I had the power to affect his moods as much as he did mine.

His smile disappeared. “What are you thinking about so hard?”

I covered my real thoughts with a lie. “How I gave in way too easily.”

Laughter danced in his gaze again. “It was pretty fast. Your heart really wasn’t in the fight.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know I avoid drama, and battling you was just drama I couldn’t be bothered with. It was easier to give in and try it out than it was to fight you off.”

“You make me sound so appealing.”

It was my turn to grin. “You’re all right.”

“Just all right?” He lowered his plate to give me the full blast of his sensual focus. “Do I have to remind you already about the three orgasms?”

“You’re counting my orgasms? Really, Logan.” I snorted.

“Pretend all you want. We both know I blew your fucking mind.”

I giggled. “You have quite the ego, sweetheart. It wouldn’t be good for me to stroke it too often.”

He flicked me a wary look. “I hope we’re just talking about my ego and not other parts of me.”

I frowned, teasing him. “I didn’t know there were any other parts worth stroking.”

“One huge fucking part that was inside you not too long ago.”

He made my cheeks flare hot again, but I was getting used to his frankness. “Oh, that part,” I murmured, my voice a little husky with the memory. “Hmm, I do rather enjoying stroking that part.”

Logan’s eyes warmed with delight at my flirting, and I couldn’t stem my own pleased smile.

Oh, this was not good – that overwhelming feeling of contentment I felt whenever I made him happy.

I felt a momentary stir of panic.

As if he sensed it, Logan wrapped a hand around my ankle and squeezed. “This is going to be great, Grace. It’s going to be better than great.”

I nodded slowly, letting his touch soothe the tension that had crept so quickly over me.

We were silent a moment as his thumb brushed over my skin. When he finally felt like I’d come back from my fear, he let go to continue eating.

“So Maia is at Shannon’s?” he said.

I thought about the two little matchmakers. “Yes. You did a wonderful job inviting all the women in your life to play matchmaker.”

He grunted. “Believe me, it didn’t take much. Apparently, they’ve had their eye on you for me since Shannon told them that was what she wanted.” He cut me a dry look.

I laughed. “I bet it just sticks in your craw that you’re giving her exactly what she wants.”

Logan shook his head. “Honestly, not really. I couldn’t be happier that Shannon likes you so much.

She’s my only real family now. I want you two to get on well.”

At the mention of his family, I felt a burn in my blood. “Your parents still haven’t come around to the idea of Maia?”

“It’s worse than that.” His eyes flew over to the wall with the photographs on them. “My parents take their good old time coming around about things. It took them ages to come around to the fact that Shannon wasn’t making a mistake by getting engaged to Cole. It took them ages to come around to even forgiving her for my prison time when it wasn’t even her damn fault. And it has taken them all this time to come around to the fact that it isn’t my fault or Maia’s that she wasn’t a part of my life until now.” Anger tightened his expression. “They want to meet her.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to tell them to fuck off.” His plate clattered onto the coffee table, appetite clearly destroyed by the topic. “They’ve never been the best parents, and they’ve pissed me off a million times with their treatment of Shannon… and they’ve done it again. To my kid. A kid who has been through a fucking war… a kid whose feelings you can’t play with because her feelings have already been crushed to hell by her own mother. They knew this. I told them this and still they held out on her as grandparents. Now because they’re ready they think they can just waltz into her life?”

I sat up, putting my own plate down so I could scoot closer to him. I rested my hand on his thigh, drawing his gaze. Our eyes locked, and like always, my whole body zinged pleasantly in reaction to our connection. “I understand you’re pissed off at them, and honestly, I am too. I don’t want them in Maia’s life. But that’s not my decision, and it may be yours… However, you have a very smart girl on your hands, and she’s already lost out on so much. Perhaps you should give her the choice. Be honest with her about them, about their attitude and about the possibility that they could hurt her… and then let her decide for herself.”

He stared at me a moment before leaning in to brush his mouth over mine. My lips tingled as they parted under the sweet kiss. When he pulled back, he cupped my face and brushed his thumb against my lower lip. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

My breathing stuttered at the confession, and I felt that happiness swamp me again.

Just as quickly the panic set in.

Logan was filling my head and my heart and my body with him.

What happened if he walked away again?

Suddenly I was jerked toward him, my hands fluttering against his chest to catch myself. I stared, wide-eyed, into his face, which was now but inches from mine. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice gruff. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you trust me so I never have to see that fear in your eyes ever again.”