Ava's Pleasure (Welcome to Paradise) (4 page)

Chapter Five

Ava sleepily stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. "What am I doing?" Sexual energy had run uninterrupted through her body all night.
What is it about this place that makes me want to crawl onto a stranger and release this ache?
If she could only get a taste of Logan in the daylight hours, she could go on her way and live her life. Or would this one time with Logan change her forever?

A piece of hot pink paper caught her attention. She ripped the note off the tile, and read:

Ava, honey,

I didn't want to wake you. I have a conference this weekend. I left you in Logan's good hands. He said he would take care of anything you needed. I'll see you Monday night and we can talk.

I love you!

Aunt Julie

PS: Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

"Thanks for nothing." Ava didn't expect Julie to put her life on hold for her, but she had hoped Julie would change her plans because she was visiting.

She splashed water on her face, smoothed her hair back, then staggered out of the bathroom and hit a wall of hard muscle. She had just enough time to stifle a moan before Logan wrapped his arms around her waist. She tried to stop the shiver skittering up her spine and failed.

"Good morning." His gruff voice ran over Ava's frayed nerves.

"Sorry."

"Honey, there's nothing to be sorry for. We'll be a lot closer in a little bit." His hand tightened on her waist before he released her.

Every hormone in her body jumped at once. Ava swallowed the lump in her throat and rubbed her damp hands on her hips trying to keep her cool. "I need coffee—bad."

"I set the coffee stuff out. Help yourself. After my shower, I'll cook breakfast."

Did his grin have to be so sexy?
"Thank you." Ava found her way to the kitchen. "What have I gotten myself into?" she mumbled.

* * * *

He
stepped into the bathroom and inhaled. Ava's scent wrapped around his senses, filling him with a desire he had never felt before. His cock throbbed.
I want her.
For the first time in over a decade, staying home gave him more of a thrill than going on a mission. Logan tugged off his boxer shorts. He smiled at the thought of what Ava's sweet face would have looked like if she bumped into him naked. He turned on the shower and stepped under the cool stream.

He wondered if Ava liked her showers hot or cold. The thought of her in his shower had Logan's cock begging for attention. The spray hit him mid-chest and he adjusted the showerhead. Water cascaded over his body and streamed off his balls. Logan's hand wrapped around his stiff rod and stroked. Thoughts of all the sexy things he'd show and experience with his sweet Ava played like a movie in his mind.

He planted his free hand on the wall and rested his forehead against the tile. Logan imagined Ava on her knees, her soft tongue licking the tip of his cock and tasting his pre-cum for the first time.
Will she saver my taste on her tongue?

The idea of Ava's mouth on his dick made Logan's knees tremble. He could almost feel her tongue lick down to the base as her throat worked his sensitive head. He closed his eyes and visualized her hot mouth sucking his cock, swallowing him.

Logan imagined his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. He could all but feel her hands grab his ass, her nails digging into the hard flesh. His body tightened. Longing for something he wasn't sure was possible filled him. Would Ava take to his training, or would it be too much for her. Logan would show her how to finger his asshole while blowing him. The images of Ava's delicate fingers pressing into him had the pleasure building inside him. He couldn't wait to feel her mouth and tongue on his asshole.

The need to possess her tugged at Logan's heart, he gasped and stroked harder and faster. His balls drew up, and his body tensed. "Fuck." The first spurt of cum bathed his hand. "Oh, yes." He moaned and leaned against the shower wall.

* * * *

Ava stood in the kitchen unable to move. The mug of coffee trembled in her hand. Thoughts of Logan naked in the shower filled her head. What she saw in her mind's eye had wet heat springing up all over her. She squeezed her eyelids closed and visualized her hands exploring Logan's body. A sense of belonging washed over her.

The words of one of her schoolteachers, Sister Mary Katherine, played in her head.
God will punish you.

The one time she'd been with a man
,
she had been punished—severely punished. Her parents died the night she and Bobby made love for the first time
,
and then a few months later Bobby was blown to smithereens.

"The bathroom's all yours." Logan walked into the kitchen.

She jumped, splashing coffee on the floor. "Oh no."

Logan grabbed a dishcloth from the counter. "I'll get this. Go take a shower."

"Thank you. I'll only be a minute." She forced her foot to take a step
.

"Take your time." Logan moved toward her. "Do you like bacon and eggs?"

Ava backed away, her back hitting the counter. "Um, yes." She hustled past him.

"Stop being afraid of me. I won't bite—unless you want me to."

She halted halfway to the doorway and spun
.
"I'm not afraid of you."

"Then what?"

She fiddled with her necklace, deciding to tell him the truth. "I'm afraid of what I'm feeling, because it's dangerous."

His face-hardened into an expression she couldn't read. "Why?"

Her heart fractured and pain flowed out of the old wound. "The first and only time I had sex…" Ava couldn't bear to look at Logan. "My parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. The next day my boyfriend had to report to boot camp and I never saw him again."

"What happened?"

She fixed her gaze on his. "His unit was sent to Afghanistan. A roadside bomb killed him." With that, Ava turned and walked down the hallway.

She wanted peace from the demons that plagued her. For almost five years, she'd suppressed her sexual nature, which only became harder when Nick moved in and started to have sexcapades in the room next to hers. Then the dreams started. When they got worse, she threw herself into work and started to volunteer at the church's outreach center.

Ava arrived at the bathroom door and opened it. The scent of Logan's soap rushed out to envelope her. Logan held the key to her future. God had a weird sense of humor when he'd matched her up with a man like Logan.

What if she couldn't be what Logan wanted? Ava twisted the shower spigot and the shower sputtered to life. As she undressed, she caught a glimpse of her skinny frame in the mirror. What would a man like Logan want with her?

Ava palmed her breasts. Her soft flesh barely filled her hands. She compared her body to Wanda's.
Too small.
She sighed and moved her palms to her slim hips. Tears threatened.
I'm not enough for him.

The memory of her last dream flashed in her mind. She had never noticed the sorrow in his eyes before?
Even in her dreams, she wasn't enough for a man like Logan.

Chapter Six

Ava ran her tongue over her teeth as she placed her toothbrush into the cup on the sink then patted her face with the plush towel from the shelf. She didn't look too bad for someone who'd just cried like a baby for the past fifteen minutes.

She tucked the ultra-soft terry cloth under her arms, picked up her hairbrush, and looked around the bathroom. "Damn. How could I forget a change of clothes?" Maggie raked the brush through her mass of hair then adjusted the towel and opened the door. All of her blood rushed south leaving a trail of lust in its wake.

Logan stood against the wall, still wrapped in his towel.

Lord help me.

He grabbed her hands before she could form any words and pressed his lips to hers, overtaking Ava's sanity. Logan's kiss assaulted her senses. A moan tickled the back of her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him closer.

* * * *

The taste of sweet, seductive woman drove Logan to the brink. He pulled back, stared into Ava's shining green eyes, and lost his soul. The beast inside him roared to life. His lust for her overpowered him, and he nearly lost all his self-control. Logan took her hands from his neck and pulled her toward his bedroom.

"Wait… Where are we going?"

"My bedroom, so I can start kissing you now." His words came out harder than he'd intended.

"What about breakfast?"

He stopped himself from picking Ava up and tossing her over his shoulder. "It can wait."

"But—"

He pushed out a breath. "Let's get one thing straight. You have the right to tell me to stop at any time." Logan hoped he hadn't just lied to her. "But you have to say it three times."

"Three times?"

"Yes, three times." He brushed a damp curl from her face, infusing him with a sense of tranquility he hadn't felt in years. "The first time is instinctual, the second time you think you should, and the third, you really mean it."

His hand rested on her cheek. "That's the one I'll listen to." He caressed Ava's skin. Logan's gaze roamed from the wild mass of curls atop her head down to her pink tipped toes. From where he stood, every part of Ava was perfect.

Tenderness for the woman flooded him. Her eyes were so full of trust. "You humble me." Logan ran his finger over her sexy lips. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Ava's eyebrows drew together.

God she's perfect—so delicate and sweet.
Looking at her now, he itched to unwrap her from the towel and drink her in like fine wine. "I can't wait to taste you." He kicked open the door to his room and led her to the bed.

Ava stumbled to a stop. "I don't know what you want me to do."

He adjusted the towel on his hips. "Just trust me."

* * * *

She gaped at the thick bulge under the terry cloth. Her mouth watered and excitement skittered along her nerves.

"Do you want me to take off my towel?" he asked.

Need pulled at her core. Ava shook her head no. Logan's brows shot up.

Ava focused on the doorframe behind Logan then nodded yes.
What must he think of me?

He smiled and dropped his towel. She forgot all of her misgivings. The man who stood in front of her could be a statue in a museum. She already knew his wide shoulders and chiseled chest fit onto the sexiest set of abs she had ever seen, but what hid under the towel was the true masterpiece.

Her fingers tingled to touch his tight stomach and trace her way down to the large member that grew larger before her eyes.

Shivers wracked her as his warm touch outlined the sensitive skin above her towel. "Your turn."

Logan's gruff voice had her center pull with longing. Ava's body quivered, and her nipples peaked.

He slid the towel from her quaking body. "You're so sexy."

The intense expression on his handsome face had hot, wet heat pooling between her thighs. She wrapped her arms over her exposed chest and crossed her legs.

He massaged the tension from her shoulders. "Relax."

It felt like butterflies filled her belly.

"Lie down on the bed, and remember what I said."

Ava started to tremble. She scooted up the duvet and laid her head on a pillow. Her wet hair stuck against her neck and back. She shifted uncomfortably.

Logan stretched out next to her, his steady fingers slipped under her head and lifted. He gently pulled damp hair out from under her. "You're gorgeous."

She wanted to deny his words, but his mesmerizing stare had her biting back the sentiment. Every emotion she had deprived herself from feeling for half a decade trickled down on her like a light rain on a hot summer day, cleansing her soul.

He took a lock of hair between his work-roughened fingers and used it to stroke a taut nipple. The fine strands caressed her sensitive bud. The sensual feelings were too much, and not enough, at the same time. She gasped and arched into the light touch. The two sensations warring inside made her chest constrict. Ava moaned with a desire she'd never experienced before.

He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. "Shh."

Longing exploded inside her. "Logan." The desires she had locked away inside her started to break free.

Logan's lips traced along her neck to her earlobe, pulses of ecstasy lingered on her skin. When his tongue flicked her earlobe, the fire in Ava's heart sizzled and crackled.

She whimpered as wet heat flowed from her core. The uncivilized feelings she'd suppressed erupted.

He lifted his head. "You like when I kiss you?"

It was as if the sound of his voice sent shockwaves right through her. Ava closed her eyes. "Yes!"

She knew it was wrong. The last time she felt even a little bit of this kind of pleasure, her whole world fell apart.

He growled and moved down her neck, licking his way to her breast. Guilt flashed hot in her soul. "Stop this! It's not right!" Anything that felt this good had to be bad.

Logan took a ripe nipple into his mouth and suckled. The salacious sensations were too much. "Stop." Guilt turned into need. She writhed under him. "Please." Ava no longer knew if she was pleading for more or for him to stop.

He moved to the other breast and sucked hard. A hot ball of pleasure and pain swelled in her. "Oh my… what are you doing to me?" Feelings she'd never felt before splashed over her. White-hot light exploded behind her eyes. "Logan, stop! Please!"

He halted his exquisite ministrations.

Ava whimpered in protest.

"That was three times," he said.

Tears clogged her throat. Yearning flowed through her. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Honey, that was a little taste of what's to come."

Ava moved, her knee nudging against his rock hard cock. Logan shifted away. "Careful, baby."

* * * *

Her emerald green eyes lowered and a sweet smile crossed her lips.

His dick throbbed under her scrutiny. Logan's body hadn't felt this alive in years. For as long as he could remember, he had sated his baser instincts with random women. Logan hadn't denied himself anything and, as a result, had lost the best part of sex—love. He placed open mouthed kisses along her flat belly. Nothing he had done over the years felt as good as Ava did right now.

Her abdomen quivered and a moan rumbled in her chest.

Logan licked the small divot around her bellybutton. He'd kick his ass later for indulging himself and taking something she wasn't ready to give. He was a greedy son of a bitch and knew it. Slowly, Logan kissed her navel and licked his way down to her center.

Ava's delicate hair tickled his chin. Logan couldn't remember the last time he had a furred muff. Lust drew at his balls.

She bolted upright. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you how it feels to be cherished." He kissed her cleft. "Lie back and enjoy." He dipped his tongue into her sweet wetness, the taste of her pussy stimulating him ever more.

Ava rested back on the pillow. "Oh, Logan."

Logan delved in. The sweet smell of her excitement filled the space. "God, I could live off you," he said around her swollen folds. Logan flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit.

"Oh, Logan," she whimpered again.

He held back the need to come. Logan gripped Ava's hips and feasted on the most delicious cunt he had ever tasted.

* * * *

Tension coiled inside her. Ava didn't know which she liked more, his tongue inside of her, or his mouth sliding over the tight nub of nerves. "Please."

He slid a finger inside. Her muscles clamped around his digit and a ball of red-hot heat expanded in her. Ava's beige world shattered into a million pieces of bright colors. He continued his delightful torture. She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but Logan held her in place and continued to feast on her.

Ava couldn't take anymore. An orgasm more intense than the last raced up from her toes to the top of her head. She arched off the bed and screamed.

Her sensitized body trembled. "Is it supposed to feel like that?" She panted and rolled over.

"Did it feel overwhelming and intense?"

Ava's head felt like it was spinning. "Yes. I've never felt anything like it."

He sat and turned placing his feet on the floor. "What about your boyfriend?"

She stared at his back and reached for him. Ava glided a hand over his tense muscles. Love for Logan overwhelmed her.

Ava had dreamt of this. She had longed for it.
Could he ever love me?

"It was nice with Bobby. He was kind and gentle, but I never felt like that." She wanted to wrap herself around him.

He stood and walked naked toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

He paused at the door. "I need to take care of myself before I explode."

Uncertainty clawed at her. "Why can't I do to you what you did to me?

He spun, his piercing blue gaze locked on hers. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it, but I need a release."

"I want to make you feel how you just made me feel." Ava couldn't believe she was so brazen. Nick would be so proud.

Logan stalked back to the bed and sat. "I don't want you to feel you have to do anything you don't want to, or need time to prepare yourself for."

Having someone care about her the way Logan did had Ava smiling up at him. She hoped he could see the love she let show in her eyes. Ava rested her palm on his hand. "I don't know if you'll like what I'll do to you."

* * * *

Lust flowed through his veins. The way Ava looked at him, her heart plastered all over her face, had him wanting to kneel and thank God for this magnificent creature offering herself to him. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"I think I was ready when I walked in the club last night and saw you with that woman." Ava picked at a fuzz ball on the comforter. "I've never done anything like what she was doing to you before. I may not be very good."

Tenderness—and embarrassment—inundated him. "Honey, just you offering makes me want to come. I don't think I have much self-control left."

She kissed him tentatively on the lips. It took everything he had not to take control of her mouth.

Ava broke the kiss. "If I do anything wrong you'll tell me, right?"

Before Logan could answer, Ava pushed him back and pressed her lips to his. Her heat surrounded him. He thought he would die as she took her sweet time getting to his cock, then glanced up and smiled.

"You're killing me." He moaned.

She sucked the tip of his throbbing dick between her lips and hummed as she took him deeper into her hot mouth. No other woman felt like she did. It was as if Ava's mouth was made for him.

Molten heat flowed into Logan. He bucked under her, trying not to drive himself hard into her mouth. "Ava, that's it… Like that. You feel so good."

She worked his cock as if she had done this to him a million times. Ava sucked harder and moved faster. Pleasure tantalized every cell in his body. "Stop." He grabbed her head. "I'm going to come."

Ava moaned and took him deeper into her throat.

His body trembled. "Ava, I can't control myself."

She moved her mouth faster and swallowed the sensitive tip of his cock.

"Yes," he moaned. "God yes, Ava." Logan's balls drew up into tight sacks of burning lust. "You're a natural." He pushed her head down on his cock. She gagged as the first spasm hit. Hot cum shot into the back of her throat. Ava gagged again and moaned.

Logan flopped back on the bed, trying to take in a breath. He sucked in air and waited for his world to settle. "I think that was the best fucking blow job I've ever had." He looked at her, and for the first time saw the tears running down her face.

"Fuck."
What have I done?
Logan pulled Ava up and pressed her against his chest. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Her dazed and confused stare burned into him. "Ava, baby, say something." Regret stewed in his gut. He shouldn't have let her give him a blow job.

She exhaled. "Wow, that was great. I want to do it again."

Logan relaxed and laughed.
Is she for real?
"Give me a few minutes and we can."

Ava's eyes widened. "We can?" Her face reddened. "I mean I thought men needed more than a few minutes."

He wrapped his strong arms around her. "I don't." Logan kissed the top of her head. Unease settled over him and nagged at his conscience.