Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 4

  He turned and walked into a room on the right, disappearing.

  Emma blew out a breath and raked her hands through her hair, trying to settle her heart down. Logan was giving her the idea he could play the part she wanted him to play exactly and he was going to enjoy doing it. Her body was on fire, but she wasn’t worried just yet. But she sure didn’t want to push it too far. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her brand-new heart her first time having sex.

  Logan returned with a small tube of lubricant. He dropped it on the couch. Stepping up to her, he slid his arms around her back, his hands smoothing over the curve of her ass. “I want you on your knees in front of that couch,” he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

  Emma began to quiver, anticipation steaming her up. She moved past him and lowered herself to her knees in front of the couch, propping his elbows on the cushion. She looked back over her shoulder, her ass totally exposed to his heated gaze. “Like this?” she asked.

  “Just like that,” he said, his voice now taking on a commanding tone. “Drop your head and keep your hands beneath it.” He began to lower himself to the rug, positioning himself behind her.

  Emma did as she was told, lowering her head to rest on her hands on the couch cushion. She gnawed the inside of her cheek, a surge of need pulsing through her. She felt him move in between her legs, spreading them wider. “Oh God,” she whispered, her heart beating hard and steady. The material of the couch tickled her nipples when he grabbed her by the hips and shifted her a bit to the left.

  Then his fingers were inside her pussy, diving deep. “Damn, you are so wet,” he said above her.

  Emma closed her eyes and moaned. She felt his other hand flatten on the small of her back, pressing down while he finger-fucked her. She bit her bottom lip, her tummy quivering, her body instinctively shoving her hips back to meet his strokes.

  “Stop moving. Stay still,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from her cunt.

  She wanted to whine with need, but she held it in. Her muscles twitched, her nerve endings firing like lightning. She paid attention to the beat of her heart, hoping she didn’t take it too far. As of right now, all was good.

  Logan moved closer behind her, his cock pushing against the entrance of her pussy. “Now I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to come until I give you permission. Do you hear me, Emma?”

  “Y–yes.” Oh geez, how in the world was she going to keep herself from coming?

  With a single thrust, he buried his cock inside her, bumping against her cervix. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled back then impaled her again.

  Her pussy took him all the way, clutching at his dick, her cream flowing to slicken them. Emma breathed through parted lips, her head bumping against the back of the couch as he fucked her wildly, going deep with every thrust. “Logan? Logan, please…” she said, her voice almost cracking with the need to come.

  “Not yet,” he said, pulling out of her. He moved back, away from her ass.

  She started to raise her head to see what he was doing.

  “Down!”

  She dropped her head again, heat raging through her as he commanded her. She heard him moving, but couldn’t tell what he was doing. A moment later, she found out.

  Using his finger, he spread some lube between the cheeks of ass, his fingertip probing the cool gel into her forbidden place.

  Emma quivered, her sphincter tightening around Logan’s fingertip. Oh God, it felt so good. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his cock inside her ass, fucking her.

  He worked his finger in, spreading the cheeks of her ass with his other hand. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside then slid it out, adding a second finger before inserting them again.

  “Oh yeah,” Emma said, cocking her ass further up in the air.

  He removed his fingers, and then she felt him rub the head of his cock against the tight little pucker of her anus. Emma pushed back against him. That was all it took. Logan pressed forward and sunk himself into her ass.

  “Oh!” she called out, her heart kicking up to a new level of beats. Sparks snapped in the muscles of her thighs and ass as he entered her, the lube making him slick and wet. Inch by inch, he invaded her, swirling sensations in her muscles as they tightened around his swollen cock. It wasn’t going to take long, and she was going to come.

  “Damn, woman, you are so tight. I’m going to love this little relationship we’re going to have,” he said as he stroked in and out of her, not quite going all the way inside. Then, taking her by the hips, Logan pressed in, burying himself all the way to his balls.

  “Ohhh,” Emma breathed, her back arching slightly. “That is sooo good.”

  “It’s only gonna get better, baby.”

  Emma could no longer speak, her throat tight and dry. Heat rushed into her face, sweat popping out of every pore. Her heart stuttered for an instant then beat strong and steady as its pace increased. Emma began to move, pushing back against him as he delved into her tight, hot place.

  Logan began making satisfied groaning noises as he fucked her in the ass. He pulled at her hips, moving her backward away from the couch a bit. Then he leaned forward over her back and reached around to play with her clit, almost driving her insane.

  Emma’s stomach tightened, ready to explode with sharp, exquisite release.

  “All right, Emma,” Logan groaned above her. “Come now.” Then he took her clit between his fingers and pulled at it, stroking it.

  She screamed, her whole body convulsing as he buried himself in her ass while pulling at her clit. Sparks exploded behind her eyelids, her body flushing with pure, hot release. Her pussy shuddered and creamed, her juices running down the inside of her thigh.

  Above her, Logan groaned out his own release as he surged forward and shot his seed into her ass.

  His fingers squeezed her clit as he stiffened behind her, his cock pulsing in her ass. Emma rode the wave and didn’t want to come down from its crest, her breath ragged.

  When they began to come down from orgasm Heaven, Logan moved back, his dick sliding from her ass, and turned around, sitting beside her with his back against the front of the couch. She opened her eyes and looked at him He had his head back, gazing up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and smiled.

  It was true. The doc had been right. Sure, her heart was speeding inside her chest, but she didn’t feel bad at all. She felt stoked and couldn’t wait to experience this again. He glanced over at Logan, who was resting his cheek on the couch cushion, his eyes sleepy as he gazed back at Emma.

  “Good?” Emma asked, using her hand to stroke over Logan’s sweaty chest.

  “Oh God, yes.” He sat up and looked down toward her knees. “Looks like I’ve got a little mess to clean up,” he said, referring to the wet stain on the front of the couch.

  Emma leaned back to look. “Sorry.”

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Logan smiled at her and rose to his feet. “That was the best sex I’ve had in over a year.”

  Emma nodded. “Me, too. No two doubts about it.”

  The smile dropped from Logan’s lips. “What did you just say?”

  Emma’s stomach tightened. Now what had she said? “Um, it was good?”

  “No, the other thing.”

  “No two doubts about it.”

  Tilting his head, Logan looked at her. “Christi used to say that phrase all the time.”

  Emma didn’t know what to think. Christi. Great. Am I competing with a dead woman? “It just popped into my head. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

  With a wave of his hand, Logan turned toward the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it. It just struck me that you would say that particular phrase. I’ll get something to clean that up.” He moved to the kitchen and disappeared through the door.

  Rising from the floor, Emma began gathering her clothes. Slipping her bra and panties on, she let the reference to Logan’s former lover slide. It must be hard to lose someone he was so close to. She w
asn’t sure how Christi had died, but Logan must have been devastated. It was normal for him to still think of her, especially if he hadn’t had much sex since she passed away. She stepped into her jeans and pulled her white blouse over her shoulders. She wasn’t going to let it bother her. Not now. Not when they’d just had the most amazing sex. Smiling, she vaguely wondered where she’d put her favorite set of handcuffs. Then immediately began to wonder if her heart could take it if she was bound.

  By the time Logan returned, she was dressed in his jeans and buttoning her blouse. “I’ve had a great time tonight, Logan.”

  Scrubbing at the front of the couch, Logan looked vulnerable crouched down, naked in front of the couch. He looked over his shoulder. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

  “I don’t have to if you’d like me to stay for a while.” She buttoned her blouse halfway, still heated from their coupling.

  “I’d like you to stay a bit. Have some coffee and maybe talk.” He rose up, used towel in his hand. “Just let me put something on, and then I’ll warm us some coffee.”

  “Sounds good.” While Logan took care of the dirty towel, Emma moved the coffee table back into place since they had somehow shoved it out of position with their antics and carried their used mugs into the kitchen. She poured the cold coffee from their cups down the drain at the kitchen sink and checked the coffeemaker to see if there was any hot coffee left. It looked like just enough left in the pot for two cups. Perfect. She refilled their mugs with the warm coffee and turned the coffeemaker off. As she carried the two mugs into the living room, she had the distinct feeling this situation was so right, so comfortable, it almost bowled her over. She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the living room, a mug of coffee in each hand, and savored the sense of being in a place that felt more like home than her own apartment.

  “Something wrong? You look lost.” Logan straightened the collar of the peach-hued polo shirt he had pulled on over a pair of loose, tan sweatpants as he entered the room.

  Emma blinked and shook her head. “No, nothing really. Just a strange feeling I had.”

  “Your heart? Are you okay? I didn’t get too rough, did I?” Concern showed in his eyes.

  She shook her head. “No, nothing like that. I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” She offered Logan a mug. “Here you go. There was still some left in the pot.”

  “Thanks.” He took a sip and sat down on the couch. “Have a seat, and let’s talk for a bit. It’s not getting too late for you, is it?” He leaned back and cradled his mug in his hands.

  “No, it’s not too late.” Emma sat on the other end of the couch and angled sideways so she could look at Logan’s slightly flushed face. “You have such a familiar look, I swear I’ve met you somewhere before, but I just can’t figure it out.” The blond curls of his hair and his large blue eyes struck a chord in Emma. Even the way Logan smiled seemed familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on exactly where they had met.

  “I have the same feeling about you.” Logan narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t purchased a Jaguar lately, have you? Haven’t been in a dealership to look at one or take a test drive?” He took a sip of his coffee, watching Emma over the rim.

  Emma laughed, holding her coffee mug away from her so she didn’t spill any on her blouse. “There’s no way I would ever even bother to look at a Jaguar. I can barely afford my Chevy. I haven’t worked in over a year, and my disability payments aren’t all that much.”

  Logan lowered his cup. “Sorry, I forgot about your disability. You sure didn’t seem disabled a little while ago.” He winked. “I know I’ve met you before. I just can’t picture where or when. There’s so much about you that seems familiar.” He pressed his lips together for a moment. “Do you have a clue?”

  Emma shook her head. “I have no idea. What about me is familiar to you? Maybe if we told each other what we seem to recognize, it will help us remember where we’ve met before.”

  Chapter Six

  Logan wasn’t sure where to begin.

  His day had begun like any other, but early in the afternoon, in the lull that came just before the usual customers got off work and came in to browse, he had a strange urge to leave work and just go sit in the park where he and Christi used to go. He’d given in to said urge and left work, feeling as if in a daze, and ended up on a park bench looking out over Lake Erie, his mind vaguely empty.

  Then Emma walked up, and his world turned upside down.

  He took another sip of coffee then met the soft brown eyes of the woman who reminded him so much of Christi. “I guess you seem so familiar because of some of the things you do.”

  Emma gazed at him. “What ‘things’?”

  Logan twisted sideways, angling his leg up onto the couch. “The way you rubbed your earlobe, like this.” He demonstrated, taking his earlobe between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing it for a few seconds. “And you ordering a ginger ale with cherries. It reminds me of someone very close to me.” That had been Christi’s favorite drink since she didn’t like alcohol all that much. “And another thing, the phrase ‘no two doubts.’ I know someone—knew someone—who used that phrase almost every day. Put all three things together, and it puzzles me.”

  Emma gazed steadily at him, her coffee mug held halfway to her lips. She tucked her hair behind her ear and tugged at her earlobe, beginning to rub it, then seemed to catch herself doing the motion and quickly dropped her hand to her lap. “I didn’t realize I was doing the ear-rubbing thing.” She chuckled. “Until just now, that is. And the ginger ale with cherries, I just acquired a taste for that.” Suddenly, her brow furrowed, her forehead creasing while his eyes narrowed. “Come to think of it, all of this started right after my transplant.” She looked back at Logan. “Even the use of ‘no two doubts.’ Do you think it has anything to do with my heart transplant?”

  “I’ve heard of that,” Logan said. “Things about your personality changing after a transplant. Have you talked to your doctor about it?”

  “No, I haven’t. I didn’t even realize I was doing anything different until now, when you listed all the things off. I think there are a couple of other things I’m doing that are new, too. Do you think I should talk to the doc about it?”

  “Only if it bothers you. I can’t see it affecting your health in any way. Unless you’ve picked up some bad habit, like smoking or something.”

  Emma chuckled. “No bad habits so far. Well, if you don’t count my taste for hot sex, which by the way, I haven’t had since the transplant until tonight.” She lifted her mug and gestured toward him. “You still haven’t told me who it is I remind you of.”

  It was almost as if she was trying to get him to admit she reminded him of his former lover. Logan wasn’t sure he really wanted to tell her. It was a little painful but as far as emotions went, not as painful as before when he reminisced about Christi. But it was a private thing, his memories of Christi. And he didn’t want to mess up the start of this relationship either. “Let’s just say it was someone I was very close to and leave it at that for now.”

  Smiling, her lips pressed tightly together, Emma nodded. “Your call.”

  He needed to change the subject. He thought he may have hurt Emma’s feelings by not revealing who she reminded him of, and he really didn’t want to hurt this woman. “So tell me about yourself, Emma. I really would like to get to know you.”

  Emma shrugged. “There’s really not much to know. I told you about the transplant and what caused it, not to mention that I’m now considered disabled.” She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s about all there is to Emma Shane.”

  “You can’t be serious. There’s much more to you than meets the eye. I can feel it.” He sat up straighter, leaning forward toward Emma. “How old are you? Where do you live? Do you have any family? Where were you born?”

  “Whoa!” A wide grin burst on Emma’s face, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You want to know my whole pedigree?”

 
Logan nodded comically, trying to get Emma to laugh. He loved her laugh. “When I say I want to get to know you, I mean it. I want to know all about you. I like you, Emma. I’d really prefer it if we don’t have any secrets from each other.”

  Emma’s expression sobered. “You see this relationship continuing, then?”

  Nodding, Logan gripped his coffee mug tighter. He could still feel the delicious tightness of Emma’s ass which he had so recently visited gripping his cock. Christi had never allowed him to explore that side of him, or that side of her. Logan had always wanted to play the role of dominator while having sex, and Emma was definitely into being submissive. She had allowed him to do as he pleased and had loved it, too. He wondered just how much further she would go with the scenario. She seemed to be the kind of woman he could be himself with. He wanted to experience more of her.

  Emma was the kind of woman Logan could easily fall in love with.

  And that thought caused his stomach to clench even tighter while he waited for Emma to respond.

  Emma dipped her head, looking down into the coffee mug she was holding just above her lap. When she looked up and met Logan’s gaze, her eyes were glistening, almost as if tears were about to spill from them.

  “I would—” Emma began, but her words were raspy, cutting her off. She cleared her throat and began again. “I would like it if we continued this relationship. Like I said before, I feel like I have some connection to you, and even if we never figure out the when or the why of it, I don’t want to give that up.”

  “We’re agreed then?” Logan’s stomach jittered with excitement. This could be the beginning of something extremely special. “We’re at the beginning of a relationship that we want to continue to explore?”

  “I think so.”

  Logan crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  Emma set her mug on the coffee table and scooted across the couch. She took Logan’s mug and placed it beside hers then curled up against Logan’s side. Logan slid his arm around her shoulder and hugged her close. It felt so good and so right, Logan couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since he had felt this close to someone, and it didn’t matter that they’d only just met. It was kismet or fate, or possibly something else, but he just knew he and Emma belonged together.