Logan pulled open the curtains, flooding the room with the bright Caribbean sunlight. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

She ducked her head back under the covers, groaning. What was the man doing up at this ungodly hour? If she got up now, she’d look like a friggin’ raccoon. “Leave me alone,” she begged.

He grabbed her covers and pulled them off. “I signed us up for Zumba at…” his words trailed off as he absorbed the fact that her nightie had ridden up her hips, revealing her luscious behind. Suddenly his thoughts weren’t onthe Zumba class anymore. He’d rather make their own dance moves in the privacy of their suite.

“Hey!” She jumped up, and as she reached for the sheets, she lost her balance and fell forward. She landed with her hands planted on the floor and her head down while her butt and legs remained on the bed. The position gave him another good glimpse of her bare derriere and he couldn’t help himself.

Reaching out, he smacked her hard on the ass, making her yelp. Scrambling, she climbed back up on the bed and stuck her tongue out at him, her jet black hair going in every which direction. “Some gentleman you are.”

Logan shrugged, grinning like a fool. “Sorry, it was the perfect target.”

It had been strange sleeping in the same room with her. That was a first for them. They’d been in beds before, but never to actually sleep. If their parents had know they were having sex, they would have knocked them up the side of the head.

When he went to bed, he wasn’t sure if he would actually get any sleep knowing she was in the bed beside him, but he’d surprisingly slept like a rock. Maybe it was the fact that today they would start with a clean slate, get to know each other again. It had him feeling light and playful.

“I got these for you,” he said, picking up a box off the desk.

She stared at the box. “You’ve already been out this morning.”

“Sweetheart, it’s 2pm.”

Her jaw dropped as she reached out and accepted the box of Lindor chocolates. “You remembered.”

“You’d be surprised by what I remember,” he said, winking at her.

She blushed and rearranged her nightie so that it completely covered her thighs again. Oh yes, she remembered it too. And that made his insides burst with pride. She hadn’t forgotten about him in the slightest.

“Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go exploring,” he suggested.

Tamara swallowed hard. The last time she went exploring with him, they wound up finding a place to make out in the park and almost got caught by the night guard after dark. Truthfully, she was surprised that she never wound up pregnant. They weren’t the most safety conscious couple.

But she loved the feel of him inside her, his thick length pressing into her, filling her to the brim and back again without anything being between her and his hardened flesh. The thought alone was enough to open the flood gate of desire within her, stealing her breath.

Her gaze dropped to his Hawaii style swimming trunks that hid his member from view. She wanted to walk over there and tear them off his body and toss him on the bed. The passion she felt for him intimidated her a little. With everyone else she was able to control herself easily and didn’t feel the need to tackle them and take them inside her.

This felt deeper and had a familiarity to it that touched the edges of her spirit, illuminating the part of her heart that had always been his. She’d barely been in his presence for a day and she was already falling deeper than she should.

Tamara needed to get out of these close quarters and back on even ground again. Get some food into her belly so it wouldn’t be thinking about other food because Logan looked good enough to eat.

Opening the box of chocolates, she popped one in her mouth and then she grabbed her clothes, meandering her way into the washroom. She glanced over her shoulder and licked her lips, saying, “Delicious,” and then she shut the bathroom door without waiting to see his reaction.

Realizing how hungry she was, she quickly threw her clothes on, with her bathing suit underneath which had been drying in the bathroom overnight, and freshened herself up a little before unlocking the door and pushing it open.

She went to step out and ran into Logan’s hard body. Tamara shrieked and almost fell backwards into the bathroom, tripping over the slight rise in the floor. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

“Tell me no, and I’ll let you go,” he said, his eyes pleading with her to say yes.

“What about our ex-exploring?” she stuttered, fully aware of the heat emanating off his body, hot and needy for her.

“I need this more,” he said, crushing his lips against hers.

“What about yesterday?” she murmured into his mouth.

Instead of responding with words, his tongue slid into her open mouth, touching hers for the first time in over a decade. And just like that, the passion was lit and she needed more. She pushed him back against the wall, her fingers closing around his shirt.

Tamara started to lift it over his head, but he took her by the hands and turned so that she was the one against the wall, crushed against his body and hands over her head. “I want you, Mara.”

His words melted her core, like a nuclear plant going into meltdown, and desire raced like electricity through her body. She wanted skin against skin and fought to get her hand free, but she moaned in frustration when he tightened his grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. Let me do the driving.”

“Have I ever let you do the driving?”

Logan chuckled huskily. “Nope, but this time I’m bigger than you.”

“I certainly hope your other head is just as big,” she replied, grinding her hips into his. Wrapping one hand around her dainty ones, he used the other to tilt her head, giving him access to her neck. He planted butterfly kisses from her ear to the hollow of her neck, making her knees weak.

She’d almost forgotten what his kisses felt like. They dwarfed Harley’s in every way. Little by little, his lips broke through her resolution to never get involved again, breaking down the walls she’d erected around her heart. Her heart swelled with happiness that he hadn’t purposely abandoned her.

And for the first time in years, she felt capable of doing more than she ever thought possible. Now if only she could move her hands and shove the stinking man onto the bed and have her way with him. But he continued to hold her hands firmly in his. She moaned as he yet again hit the sweet spot on her neck.

“Logan,” she begged. Tamara wasn’t even sure what she was begging for; whether it was for him to let her go or for him to take control. She was used to control, used to getting her own way. That’s how it used to be with them, too. He was nervous the first time they made love and she took matters into her own hands, literally, but now, he was leading them back into the past and she found herself strangely liking it.

“Always in a rush,” he murmured, sliding his hand into her shorts and between her wet folds. God, she needed him, and she didn’t want to wait. It’s been 14 damn years and she was ready to meet his cock again.

“If you don’t let me go, my knee will be meeting your dick in about two seconds,” she warned with a sweet grin as she squeezed her legs closed trapping his hand. She’d do it to. She wanted her hands on him, and she was going to get her way, like she always does. She turned around to face him.

He tilted his head, obviously gauging the seriousness of her threat. “That would definitely guarantee no action tonight.”

“I want to touch you, damn it!”

“How about this? I do what I want this time, and I’ll let you be in the driver seat next time.”

She trembled as his fingers dipped inside her, making her forget that she was on a different mission. “Oh god,” she moaned, her knees buckling. Images of their time together flashed in her mind, and she had no hope in heck of fighting him. “Just this once.”

He released her hands and took hold of her shirt, pulling it over her head. “With pleasure.”

As soon as her arms were free, she tried to reach for his shirt, but he flipped her around so her back was to his front again. “Not my shirt, tonight it’s all about you.”

“If it’s all about me, let me touch you.”

“Next time,” he promised. Slipping his thumbs under her bra strap, he slid them down her arms, revealing her breasts. Reaching around, he cupped them, letting the pad of his thumb caress the tender hardened nubs before releasing the clasp and letting the bra fall to the floor. “I’ve thought about this moment for a long time.”

She lifted her left arm and curled her hand around his neck. “Me too.” Oh god, did she ever! He was in her dreams constantly. Even though she’d been mad at him, it was like her spirit, her soul, refused to let her forget. It remembered every brush of his lips, every stroke of his tongue on her body. The way his fingers moved over her skin, making every inch of her his own, setting everything on fire.

He turned her around to face him and Tamara waited for the creepy feeling to come as it always did, but it was like she was transported back into the past before all the bad stuff happened. His fingers touched the one inch scar on her left side and she expected herself to cringe like usual, but the moment he kneeled down and kissed it, she felt incredibly at ease.

There was a completely different atmosphere in the room as he grabbed her shorts and underwear, yanking them down. She stepped out of them and just stood there, lost under his spell, waiting for his command.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the bed. She sat down and scooted up towards the pillows. She should be mad at him, furious for making her wait for so long, but the anticipation of what they were about to do had her body tingling all over.

Walking to the window, he closed the heavy curtains and turned off the lights. Only a thin sliver of light snuck around the sides of the curtains, bathing them in a dim candle-like glow. As romantic as it seemed, she wanted to get a better look at him as he straddled her. She reached over and tried to turn on the lamp, but he took hold of her hand again.
“Hey!” she complained.

“It’s either this or I blindfold you,” he whispered in her ear.

An excitable shiver zipped through her body as he laid a kiss under her ear lobe. Did she want to be blindfolded? She had never felt the desire before. She always wanted to blindfold him, not the other way around. Should she try it? Her answer was another uncontrollable shiver that brought out goosebumps along her skin.

“I’m game for the blindfold,” she said, raising her hand like a good school girl. “I have one in my suitcase.”

“Works for me.” Logan moved off her and crossed the room to the closet.

“It’s in the outside pocket.”

Placing her suitcase on the stool, he unzipped the outside pocket and reached inside blindly in the dark. His hand touched something hard and cool. Curious, he turned on the overhead light. “Hmm, handcuffs,” he whispered to himself. This girl plans for everything.

Reaching in again, he found the blindfold this time and pulled it out along with two handcuffs. He might as well make use of them all. He chuckled nervously. It’s been a while since he’s done this type of play with anyone. Sex hadn’t really been on his mind much. He couldn’t even get into the idea for years beyond satisfying himself. Letting someone else get close to him reminded him too much of his experiences.

“Don’t overthink it, dude,” he muttered.

She deserved the best of him in this moment. He had a lot to make up for and this was only the beginning. Things were already off to a fresh start. She’s never let him have control first. Maybe it was because he wasn’t the small boy she knew.

Taking the toys back to the bed, he flicked on the lamp farthest away from them, adding a little light to their play. He turned and his eyes fell on her naked body, and he froze in place. During his years alone he’s looked at countless women in magazines, on the web, trying to find satisfaction. But, it didn’t matter how many women he looked at, it was only her face he could ever see. She was the one in his dreams, in his fantasies.

That’s when he knew he had to come back and find a way to win her back, even if that meant telling her his horrid tales from the crypt. Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of the spiders that threatened to build their damn web in his mind as they tried to box him into his memories. But not today, he had his sweet Mara in his bed and nothing was going to deter him from making it up to her.

He loved her more than anything. Kneeling on the side of the bed, he asked, “Give me your left hand.”
“Why?”

“I’ve got a plan for it.”

He expected her to continue to question him, but she held out him. Logan brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on her palm before securing it with the handcuffs.

“Hey!” she said as he locked the other half on the drawer handle of the bedside table. The beds had a solid headboard so that wouldn’t work. “Well, this is a first.”

“Other hand now, missy.”