To Make You Feel My Love Page 7

“I don’t think James misses much of anything around here, especially when it comes to his little Alana,” he sat on the other side of the table facing Alana. “After he threatened me with his own personal war if I hurt you, they helped me set this up.”

  Alana’s eyes were damp as she swallowed down a lump in her throat, feeling tightness in her chest as she tried to smile. Never in her life had she felt safer or more loved then she did right this very minute.

  Dinner was delicious. Under silver domes were fresh strawberry salads with white wine vinaigrette dressing, filet mignon with blue cheese and butter sauce over garlic linguine, and Italian butter cream cake for dessert. Logan chose a nice Merlot wine, and soft music continued to play in the background.

  They laughed and joked with one another in comfortable conversation, neither remembering a time they had felt so comfortable with someone they just met.

  “So,” Alana said, “why did you go with the Army? Why not the Air Force or Marines?”

  Looking at her like she had two heads, Logan said, “Well, I tried on the aviator glasses, but I just didn’t look as hot as Tom Cruise, so the Army it was.”

  “I highly doubt that,” she said, both of them laughing. She loved to watch the twinkle in his eyes and the way the lines creased when he smiled.

  “No, I guess I just followed in the old man’s footsteps. He was an Army man and I thought he’d be happy and proud that I did.”

  “Was he?”

  “Who knows,” he snorted, “if he was I never knew it.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Ah, it used to,” looking away, he tried to be nonchalant about the subject, but Alana could see the hurt and rejection in his eyes. Who was he fooling?

  “But not anymore. I don’t know what makes that man happy,” he reached across the table to hold her hand. “But I know what makes this man happy,” he squeezed her hand. “Spending time with this beautiful woman.”

  “Hmmm, well, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she grinned slyly, licking her bottom lip.

  He smiled, “Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that since the minute I laid eyes on you. I thought I never would.”

  “Yeah, I guess I had a change of heart. I just couldn’t resist those charms of yours.”

  “Ah, is that right? I’m certainly glad to hear it. Should I be afraid that your Uncle James will hunt me down once I leave?”

  “Nah, you can rest easy, that won’t happen.”

  “Oh yeah? Is that what the all-knowing, all seeing crystal ball has to say?”

  “No,” Alana said, rising from her seat, heatedly gazing in Logan’s eyes as she sauntered his way. “I realized that I want to be with you, for whatever time I can. No strings attached. I have no unrealistic expectations here. I know you have a life and I have a life, and at the end of the week, we will return to those. But, for now,” Alana got close to Logan’s ear and whispered, “I want to Rock. Your. World.”

  Swallowing hard, he licked his lips as Alana climbed on to his lap, put her arms around him, and softly kissed his neck. Searching his eyes, she waited for a reaction to her words.

  “Rock my world…” his head was dizzy from the excitement and his groin ached as he hardened against his zipper. “God, Alana,” he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to him. Cupping the back of her head and pulling it to him, he covered her mouth with his and devoured her. His tongue desperately seeking hers, probing deeper, rolling side to side, exploring her mouth and taking her breath away.

  Moving his hand down her face and over her collarbone, finally resting on the fabric that covered her breasts, he massaged and kneaded her tight nipples beneath the fabric. Alana pressed harder against his hot rough hands.

  Logan’s hands traveled downward past her aching breasts, finding her smooth quakingthighs. Moving his hands under the hem of her dress, he found the damp fabric of the thong she was wearing, giving easy access to the moistness surrounding the treasure he desired. She moaned as he teased and lightly grazed the wet curls.

  Once he found her gem, he rubbed her clit in a circular motion, once, twice, three times. Calling out his name, she gripped his shoulders tightly. He pulled her mouth back to his, kissing her with ferocious desire, claiming her lips and her tongue. Alana held her breath as he entered her with two fingers. No man ever made her feel like this, and it had been a long time since she had been with one.

  “Oh my god, Alana, you’re so tight.”

  Circling his thumb around her clit and pulsating deeper into her with his fingers, she moved her hips to the rocking motion of his hand. Gripping his forearm, she could feel his muscles move with each pulsation, making her more aroused. She was right at the edge. Alana squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her forehead against his.

  “Let go baby, I’ve got you,” he said, watching the intense expression on her face. The moonlight shimmered off her sun streaked hair as the sea breeze gently tousled the tendrils around her face.

  Dizzy from the sensation he was giving her, Alana felt her whole body floating in air.

  “Oh my god, Logan….oh my god…”she murmured through ragged breaths.

  “That’s it Alana, come for me.” Logan kissed and nibbled near her collarbone, pushing deep inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb, sending Alana over the cliff. Her cunt tightened with each spasm, the sweet release of all those pent-up sexual desires running free as he pushed until he no longer felt the tremors roll through her body. Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly, kissing her forehead, cheeks, and the tip of her nose until he gently kissed her lips, sucking in her sweet aroma, as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent.

  “Okay,” she whispered weakly, still trying to catch her breath and landing firmly back on ground, “maybe you’ll do some rocking of your own.”

  They laughed softly, knowing this beautiful, intimate moment they had shared was just the beginning of what lay ahead. Alana began unbuckling his belt, feeling the massive bulge behind the denim of his jeans.

  Logan grabbed her hands. “No, no,” he said, looking into confused eyes.

  “I need you, in a bed, now,” he growled. “You don’t know how badly I want you.” He pulled her closer, his eyes darkening with desire.

  “Well, here I am, I’m all yours for the taking.” Alana kissed his lips softly, trailing her lips to his cheeks, his eyebrows, nibbling on his ears and the sensitive spot below on his neck.

  “I want…our first time…to be perfect,” he hissed between gasps.

  “What could be more perfect?” she asked between kisses. She wanted him inside her, immediately, no waiting. “You…me…alone…under a blanket of stars…in my most favorite place in the world.” She began kissing his neck while unbuckling his belt, carefully unzipping his zipper over the huge swelling of his penis.

  Grabbing her hands, Logan gasped “Wait.” The sensation of her hands near the crown of his dick was almost overwhelming. Alana froze, scared she had done something wrong.

  “What’s wrong?” she whispered, not moving a muscle.

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” he smiled weakly, “and your touch is driving me wild.” Covering her hands with his, he moved them away slowly.

  “I need to get to my wallet.”

  “Your wallet?” she looked confused.

  He chuckled, “Unless you have a condom tucked away in here between these beautiful girls of yours.” Moving in closer, he licked the valley between her breasts.

  “Oh,” she exhaled, “no, you won’t find one of those in there.” The sensations shot through her body.

  Logan continued licking and kissing one of her breasts, fondling her nipple with one hand, feeling it tighten more beneath the pad of his thumb. Reaching in his back pocket with his other hand, he re
moved his wallet.

  “Hang on,” he said, using both hands to fish out the condom. Alana smiled with anticipation.

  “Can I finish what I started now?” she asked, rubbing the full length of him through the denim jeans.

  “Uh huh,” he hummed, staring in her eyes.

  While Alana pulled on the band of his jeans, Logan balanced his hands on the sides of the chair and raised himself off the seat, giving Alana more room to pull his boxer briefs down, exposing his hard throbbing cock. She took the foil package from his hand, tearing it open and gently rolled it over the crown of his cock.

  “God, you’re enjoying this torment, aren’t you?” he grumbled, eyes darkening with desire.

  Grinning, Alana straddled his legs. He slid a finger inside her, making sure she was wet enough for him. Compared to other men, he was above average in size. “So wet for me,” he breathed. Gripping her hips in both hands, he positioned her over his cock. Alana held his shoulders and slowly slid down his shaft, feeling the crown enter as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

  “Oh my god,” shivers ran all over Logan’s body as she raised up, almost leaving him completely, then slowly sliding down again. “You feel amazing.” His heart was slamming in his chest.

  “Umm,” she sucked his earlobe, “you too.”

  Moving slowly, sliding up and down, she massaged his dick as her muscles tightened with each dip she made up and down. They both moaned in pleasure and delight, as they peered into each other’s eyes. The only other sound was the ocean waves somewhere in the distance.

  Placing his hands on her tiny hips and pulling her down harder, he thrust deep, deep inside her. He wanted to bury himself in her, brand her and make her his own. Never before had he known a need this strong. She was beautiful, smart, strong, yet innocent and pure. Everything he had ever wanted in a woman, yet never thought he could have. He convinced himself he couldn’t have this in his life, but here she was, in front of him, giving him the best moment of his life. How was he ever going to let her go?

  As she felt her orgasm getting closer, she bounced a little faster, her bare skin smacking against his thighs. The sheer primal sound of it drove them each closer to climax.

  “Alana…” he panted.

  “Logan,” she screamed, throwing her head back, gasping and moaning.

  One after the other, the spasms hit her as she cried out with delight, digging her nails into his shoulders. He plunged upward, pulling her down harder with each thrust so he was deeper and deeper inside the flexing walls surrounding his swollen cock. As the force of the orgasm shook him, he called out her name with a low moan. They finally collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless and happy.

  “Oh my god, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face in her neck.

  Alana’s head was blurry from the tingling sensations still running through her body. It took a few minutes to convince herself it wasn’t a dream and regain her composure. She had never had such an out of this world, cosmic experience, or felt such a connection with a man. Although, from the very moment she had seen him standing across the room at the Yacht Club, nothing had been normal with this man. It was as if they were destined to be together. He was the missing puzzle piece in her life. No longer feeling the fear of following in her parent’s footsteps, or afraid to take chances. So far taking a chance on Logan, was the best decision she ever made.

  “Hey,” he said bringing her back to reality. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” His concerned face tugged at her heart.

  “No,” she hummed, “just giving my feet time to return to earth.”

  “Hmm?” he looked confused, “I wasn’t aware angel’s feet ever hit the earth.”

  “No, uh huh, you didn’t just say that,” she laughed.

  “What, too cheesy?”

  “Oh, you way surpassed cheesy and went right out into the danger zone of lame.”

  They both laughed. It was crazy how natural they felt together, like they’d known each other a lifetime.

  Logan kissed her forehead, and patted her thighs. She immediately felt the loss of his warmth as she raised from his lap so he could discard the condom.

  “So, Sergeant, what should we do for an encore?”

  They both stood to straighten their clothes.

  “How about a walk on the beach?” he replied, trying to re-buckle his belt.

  “Uh, wasn’t exactly the encore I was thinking of, but, if you want go all G rated on me, okay.”

  Logan froze from adjusting his belt and looked at her.

  “Well, you are a little vixen, now aren’t you,” he chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “Who would’ve thought?”

  “I’m no vixen,” she said, with an insulted pout, “I just know what I like, when I like it, and how I want it.” She ran her finger just under the band of his jeans, her eyes still filled with wanton hunger. “And right now…I want you, inside me, again.”

  “Well, my room is currently occupied,” he said, bewitched by those beautiful eyes of hers.

  “You know, “she said, raising her arms around his neck, and licking the exposed skin showing through the V of his partially unbuttoned shirt, “I have a room of my own, and I don’t have any roommates.”

  A groan deep in his throat escaped, hissing her name.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Anticipation built in her body, as they barely kept their hands off each other on the way to Alana’s room. Oh, the things she wanted him to do to her. She walked in front of him, his arm wrapped around her waist, and he nuzzled her neck breathing in her scent, as they moved in one fluid movement together.

  By the time they reached the door of her apartment, she was wringing wet from her own juices, and could hardly contain herself. She couldn’t get the door open fast enough. As she stopped to unlock it, Logan pressed his body against her backside, pushing his arousal, thrusting into her. Sucking in a breath, her body hummed with desire and excitement.

  “You’ve got to stop or I’ll never get this damn door open,” she groaned.

  Putting his hand over hers, Logan unlocked the door, still kissing her neck. He tightened his grip on her waist, picking her up and carrying her into the room. The minute the door closed behind them she heard the sound of a zipper, and then felt the bodice of her dress loosen around her breasts.

  “I think those beauties need to breathe,” Logan said, turning her to face him.

  “You are a bad, bad boy, Sergeant.”

  “Good thing you like bad boys.” At that, Logan devoured her lips, exploring her mouth, seeking her tongue, licking the sides and the roof of her mouth with the fury of passion. He tugged her hair, kissed that tender spot behind her ear and growled with need. Kneading her full breasts and tweaking her nipples, pinching them till the pain and pleasure combined into one almost overwhelming sensation. Moaning, Alana pulled Logan’s head closer to her breasts. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, his teeth grazing her hardened nipples.

  “You want my mouth on your raspberry nipples, Alana?” Logan’s warm breath caressed her skin sending shivers all over her.

  “Yes, Logan, PLEASE….” She begged.

  “Like this?” he said, lightly brushing his lips over the hardened pearls.

  “Noooo, harder….” She felt his smile against her skin.

  “More like this?” He took her rigid nipple in his mouth and sucked it between his teeth nipping at the tip of it.

  “Yes!!” she cried out, breathless. “Oh my God, I’m going to come if you don’t stop!!”

  “We can’t have that,” he kissed her lips, “not yet anyway. Go get on the bed.” His voice was husky, filled with need. Seeing his eyes lit with dark desire, Alana was weak at the knees she needed him so badly.

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bsp; Removing the pillows from her bed and turning down the comforter, she climbed into the bed on her hands and knees.

  “Stop!” he hissed, “Right there.” He moved closer, taking her soft round backside into his hands and squeezing. “What a scrumptious ass you have sweetheart.” Reaching down, he nipped her on her ass. “I can smell how much you want me already.” Inhaling deeply, he breathed in her scent. He kneaded her bottom with deep voracity. “Do you like it rough and hard, Alana?”

  She felt the bed dip as he climbed up behind her, hearing the foil package being ripped open. Tangling her hair in his hand, he pushed her face down toward the bed, leaving her rear exposed to his will. She felt two fingers enter her, pulsating in and out.

  “Good, you’re wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Logan, please, I want you now!”

  “God Alana….” He moaned as he slammed into her hard, not giving her time to adjust to his size. Her walls pulsed around his cock, milking him as he slammed into her again and again. He’d wanted to taste her juices on his tongue, but once he saw her ass up in the air on the bed, he couldn’t resist it, he had to have her. And have her he did.

  He continued pounding into her, gripping her hips so hard he knew he’d leave marks. But she felt so damn good. He looked down to see their bodies joined and it was almost his undoing. Reaching around, he rubbed her clit while he was thrusting inside her.

  Alana felt her whole body tensing up, her orgasm building. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, Logan’s body started to shake.

  “Come for, baby, come now!” he cried out.

  Alana let loose, screaming out his name. His muscles tightened as she felt his body release. She didn’t know what excited her more, her own orgasm, or the fact that she had this effect on this beautiful man.

  He finally relaxed, falling into the bed, pulling her in next to him. She could feel his face in her hair, his breathing and his heart thumping in his chest against her back. Yeah, this was definitely a fairy tale, or a dream, and she didn’t want to wake up.

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