Wednesday, January 25, 2017

When Death Finds You

Grim Reaper Book 1

“Wow,” she said, her eyes glassy in her need. “What did you do to me?”
“Nothing you didn’t do to me,” he responded, kissing her chin. The corner of her mouth. Her nose.
Her fingers gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. “Maybe we need to do that again. You know. To see if it’s a consistent thing or just that one time.”
“Liking the way you’re thinking, baby.”
The second time he kissed her was just as explosive as the first. More because he knew what to expect. Logan desperately wanted to explore her body, but held himself in check because of the lack of real privacy. Wanting her was a precious thing. The last thing he wanted for her to think of when she remembered their first sexual experience was how anyone could have witnessed their intimacy. So he kissed her, stroking the hair away from her face and his fingers down her silky skin.
God, she was soft! Rose-petal soft. He could touch her all day, just sliding his hands up and down her body until she writhed beneath him in pleasure. She clung to him, roaming her hands over his shoulders and arms. Logan wrapped one arm around her, holding her close to him, wanting their bodies as close as they could get.
Gwinn reveled in the feel of Logan’s strength wrapped around her. Had anything ever felt so…right? In the space of a few weeks, this man had become very important to her. Maybe Dr. Melgers had been right. Maybe it was just unfortunate circumstances yielding a positive result. All she knew was, she wanted to try to have a relationship with this man. Wanted to see where the attraction led. Already she knew he was a good man. She’d give this an honest shot. She’d already lost her heart so, really, she had nothing to gain by pushing him away--and so very much to lose.
He ended the kiss, stroking the hair back off her face as the breeze feathered a small lock across her face. “I want…” Logan began before shaking his head a little. “I need you to give me a shot with you, Gwinn,” he confessed. The poor man looked so stressed—pained, even--Gwinn had to smother a smile. Yeah. If they couldn’t form a lasting relationship with each other, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying on both their parts. This man was a total goner for her.
“OK,” she responded with a smile.
He blinked down at her, cocking his head to the side. “OK?”
Laughing, Gwinn repeated, “OK.”
Logan groaned, burying his face in her neck. “Good.” He sounded more than a little relieved. Clearing his throat, he repeated, “Good.”
“What? You sound surprised.”
“Well, I kind of expected you to put up more of a fight.”
“I started to,” she teased, “then decided you were worth a shot. I mean, since you saved my life and all.”
He pulled back to look at her, his thumb feathering back and forth across her bottom lip. “I had no choice,” he confessed. “If I’d failed, we both would have died. Because there was no fucking way I was losing you just after I’d found you.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” She grinned. Then Gwinn pulled him down to kiss him once more.


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