Page 56 of Explorer’s Revenge

“No,” he replies. “I share everything with my family, so why not you? Besides, even if I get a little bit of your attention, I’m fine with that.” He sounds so truthful, so honest, that it hurts, making me feel like shit.

I slept with his brother yesterday, then I kissed his friend, yet he stares at me like I’m the best thing to ever happen to him, and I don’t want that look to change.

The truth is, I want Logan too, and I always have.

He’s always been attractive, but seeing him on that island and working with him to survive showed me another side of him, and any man willing to get his leg bitten off to save me? Yeah, they are worth sticking around for.

I can’t bring his leg back or make what will come next easier for him, but for one minute, I can give Logan what he wants—me.

Releasing his hand, I remove my stolen hoodie, which I’m pretty sure is Way’s, so I’m in nothing but an oversized shirt and loose pajama pants.

“Maeve,” he murmurs, “what are you doing?”

I grin. “You wanted boobs, didn’t you?”

He’s uncharacteristically serious as he watches me.

My smile fades, a nervous sort of energy filling me as I slowly remove my shirt, and then I’m naked from the waist up.

His eyes resist lowering at first, searching mine before they drop to my mouth and then to my chest. I drink in his expression as he looks at me—the slow blink, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Want to fool around?” he jokes, but it falls flat as his hand balls into a fist on the bed. “I can’t even move to get you.” He looks away, shame etched on his features.

I stand and step closer to the bed, tilting his chin back so I can look into his eyes.

“I still want you as much as I did before, leg or no leg. Besides, I can move for you.” Taking his hand, I press it to the base of my throat, and his fingers reflexively circle it, making my chest flush as desire hums through my veins.

He slides his hand down my chest, between my breasts, and over my abs before gliding back up.

“You’re so beautiful, Maeve Carter, more beautiful than any monument or world wonder I have ever seen. We’ve been to every unexplored corner of the world, searching for something beautiful, but nothing rivals you.”

Holy fuck. My mouth drops open as he meets my eyes and his fingers circle my nipple, deft and sure, before he tugs it into a tight peak. Desire shoots from my nipple to my clit, throbbing in time with my heartbeat as he slides his hand over to my other breast, giving that nipple the same treatment.

“Even in comfy clothes, you are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Adventurers spend our lives chasing highs, but none have ever compared to touching you.

You are my greatest thrill.” Looking up at me through his lashes, he gives me a soft smile that makes my heart clench.

“You are my greatest adventure, Maeve Carter.”

“Logan.” His name is more of a breath than anything. For once, I am speechless. I knew Logan wanted to fuck me, but the way he’s speaking is like a confession of love, and it leaves me weak and desperate. I want to be the woman I see in his eyes.

I have never felt more beautiful and desired than in this moment, and despite only wanting to offer him a distraction, this has turned into much more, and I couldn’t back out now even if I wanted to.

Sliding up onto the bed, I straddle his waist then grab both of his hands, dragging them up my stomach until they cup my breasts.

“Christ, M,” he whispers, and the shortening of my name does something to me, like this is something private just between us. “Don’t do this to me. I can’t move enough to get what I want.”

“Then let me help you,” I murmur as I lower my breasts to his mouth. Our eyes meet as he sucks a nipple. My hands fist the hospital bedding above his head as I rock on his lap. He grips my hips, urging me to move faster, but I keep my pace slow. There’s no rush, after all.

I gasp as his teeth dig into the flesh of my breast, and when he releases me, his cocky grin is back, one that is all Logan as he soothes his tongue over the bite while his hand slips into my pants.

In one smooth move, he buries his fingers inside me.

My head falls back as pleasure courses through me, and his mouth explores my nipple again, sucking and biting until I’m struggling to hold back cries of pleasure as I ride his fingers.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “Fuck, M, you’re so perfect. If I could, I’d be on my knees with my mouth on your pussy. I’d spend forever there.” His fingers speed up as he presses the heel of his hand to my clit. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, darling.”

“I want you.” It’s important he knows, especially now.

His gaze bores into me, burning with desire as he strokes my channel until I sway into him and shatter. He catches me as I tumble forward, kissing my cheek as he gently caresses my pussy.

“You did so well, M.”

Shaking off my haze of pleasure, I remove his hand from my pants and suck his fingers clean before trailing my fingers down his torso, aiming for his dick. The desire in his eyes spills over, leaving me breathless.

He lifts up and then hisses, dropping back. The desire in his eyes dims a little at the reminder of his leg, and I don’t want that. I want him to forget for a while, so place my hands on his chest.

“Let me,” I murmur.

Sliding down his body, careful of his injuries, I push the bedding down until his bandaged leg is exposed.

When I glance up, his cheeks are red, and he looks like he’s ready to push me away.

I keep my eyes on him as I press a kiss over it, letting him know it doesn’t bother me.

If anything, it just makes me want him more.

“Let me take the pain away,” I murmur as I settle between his parted legs, slide his gown up, and get my first look at his cock.

Need pounds through me, as I know he would feel so fucking good inside me. He’s not as long as Wilder, but he’s thick, and I shudder as I lick my lips.

Meeting his eyes, I let him see how badly I want him so he never doubts it again, and when he gulps, I press a kiss to the leaking tip of his cock.

He groans, so I take it slowly, knowing I need to be careful.

I sweep my tongue down his length and back up, tasting him as he jerks in my grip.

My hand slides down to the base of his thick cock, and I’m unable to even close my fingers around him.

“M,” he begs.

“I’ve got you,” I promise as I lick my way up and suck his wide tip until he lifts his hips.

He seems to forget his pain for a moment, or maybe he chooses to ignore it.

I’m not sure, but I keep my eyes on him just in case as I open my mouth and swallow him back as far as I can.

My jaw aches from his girth, but in a good way that has me sucking him harder as I wiggle on the bed.

I’ve always loved giving head, loved watching their reaction, and Logan doesn’t let me down. His head drops back on the bed before he lifts it again like he can’t bear to look away. Veins bulge on his neck as his jaw pops, his eyes dark with desire as he rocks into my mouth, taking over.

I let him take back every inch of control, knowing he needs it, and honestly, I enjoy the messy, sloppy head as I feel him losing control.

“Best pain relief ever.” His chest heaves as he stares at me with shocked eyes. “But if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

Popping my mouth from his cock, I grin. “That was my plan.”

“Not in your mouth,” he implores, shaking his head. “Not this time. Please, I need you. I need to know I can . . . that I’m still me.”

The desperation in his voice is my undoing. Despite the fact that I want to feel him spill down my throat, I kiss his leaking tip and slide up, resting my hands on his shoulders, and then I position myself carefully so my pussy is pressed against his cock. “Then let me show you.”

I reach between us and lower onto his length. He’s so wide it burns, but I keep going until I’m fully seated on his dick, and we are both groaning. His hands grip my hips with more strength than I thought he had, and he lifts and drops me onto him.

“Fuck, move, M, please,” he growls, sweeping his eyes all over my body like he doesn’t know where to look. “I’ve wanted you for too fucking long to be sweet and loving this time. I need to fuck you.”

“I’ve got you.” I cover his hands on my hips, and he jerks inside me as I take over, speeding up. I carefully ride him as he watches me with half-lidded eyes, his teeth trapping his lower lip. He looks so fucking sexy, I clench around him, my clit throbbing with need.

I’m careful as I rock, not wanting to make anything worse, but he tries to speed up, to move, and I slow him down.

I kiss him as we come together, and despite his words, he’s good at being soft and gentle.

I feel his desire in every single touch.

Each kiss is determined and hard, leaving me breathless.

I did this for him and because I wanted it, but as we come together, I realize I needed this too. I needed to feel him alive inside me.

Fucking Wilder was a release, but claiming Logan is a celebration of life.

My forehead presses to his as pleasure spirals through me, growing stronger by the second. “M,” he whispers. “Please, God, you drive me crazy. You always have. Please, I don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you, but let me have you. Let me be yours.”

“You are,” I murmur as I grab his hand and press it to my chest, over my heart. “You are right here, and you’re never getting out now. You’re mine.”

His fingers curl in as he pulses inside me, and I know he’s close. His other hand reaches down and rubs my clit, and it sends me over the edge. Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me crying out as the force of my orgasm shakes my entire body.

“M, fuck, lift up. I can’t hold back.” He helps me up then pulls out just as he comes, splashing his hot release across my stomach and breasts as he grunts loudly. His eyes are screwed shut, his lips are parted in pleasure, and I drink in his reaction as I shiver in his embrace.

I slump into him before remembering his leg, then I carefully climb off him. My leg almost gives way, but I make my way to the bathroom, and once I’m cleaned up, I help him before crawling back into bed and into his open arms.

“Thank you, M,” he whispers as he kisses my head, “for still wanting me.”

“I’ve never wanted you more,” I murmur as I kiss his chest. “Get some sleep.”

Snuggling into his side, I hide my satisfied smile, but when I look up, he’s smiling too. His pain is forgotten, and his worries are gone. His hold tightens on me, and I never want to leave his embrace. I want to stay here forever.