Page 81 of Break the Barrier

I reach for the buttons of his vest and undo them. When I’m finished, Logan shakes it off, untucking his button-down shirtnext and shucking it off and down to the floor. I stare at the perfection before me.

Don’t get me wrong, Logan is all man. He has hair on his chest and scars here and there, but he is all muscle.

And he’s perfect for me.

I run my hands over his skin, and before he can remove anything else, I kiss him, unable to keep my mouth or my hands to myself.

He seems to feel the same way. His large hands run over my body, and even through my dress, I can feel the heat of his skin. I want to wish away the remaining clothing between us, so we don’t have to part.

Logan pulls away for a moment, moving down my body, and I want to protest at the loss of him. He stands, kicking off his boots and unbuttoning his pants. He leaves himself in only his boxers and reaches for my own shoes, gently pulling them off my feet.

I sit up and hold out a hand for him. He grasps it and pulls me to stand in front of him. I pull my hair off to the side and turn, letting him unzip my dress.

It slinks to the ground, revealing the sexy lingerie that lingers underneath.

I hear him curse under his breath, his hands come to my arms, and the tips of his fingers trail over my skin. I turn back to him and his eyes. Man, his eyes light me on fire.

I’ve never seen someone with such expressive eyes.

“You are…” he starts, his voice rough with want, with need. “You are everything to me, Dorothy.”

I smile at him, my unease, my worry, and my discomfort at the thought of being intimate with him drifting away.

He smiles back at me, and I don’t feel the need to sayanything, and judging by his expression, I feel like he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

His hands are back on me, and he effortlessly lifts me into his arms, laying me back down once again, and I stare up at him, my hands running over his arms and pulling him down to me.

Resting between my legs, I feel him rub against my center, and I moan. He breathes out a sigh and shakes his head, his lips brushing against my own.

“You make sounds like that, this will be over far too soon.”

I giggle—actually giggle—at his admission and say, “We have all the time in the world.”

His eyes lock on mine, and he says, “I’m going to hold you to that, Dorothy Cash.”

I feel my lips curve into a smile, my eyes watering happily at the sound of my name.

The name that only he knows is my true one.

My hands rub over his back, and he’s back to kissing me, lighting me on fire with his lips. I pant, feeling myself grow more and more ready for him by the second.

Using my toes, I boldly slide his boxers down his legs, and my trepidation slips away with every soothing touch and kiss from him.

It’s not just that I’m nervous, which I’m sure Logan realizes, it’s that he’s taking his time. He’s showing me with every movement that he’s right here, that I’m safe, that there’s no rush.

But I’m rushing.

I’m rushing because I want this, right now.

He sits up abruptly, sliding my panties down my legs, and his eyes—his eyes devour every inch of me.

Reaching over, he grabs a condom out of his nightstand drawer, and I watch with rapt attention as he puts it on. Before Iknow it, he’s lying back over me, kissing me until it’s hard to breathe.

My legs wrap around his waist, and he slides into me. I breathe through it, overwhelmed and thrilled and so happy that I’m feeling all that I’m feeling that I find myself just about ready to cry.

He notices.

He slows down, even though my nails in his back surely don’t feel like I want him to slow down.