Jennifer Probst - Heart of Steel

     She watched Logan undress beside the bed, quickly shedding his clothes as he revealed the hard muscled length of his body. With a murmur of pleasure, she reveled in his masculine power, greedy to absorb his image as she knew once she awoke her lover would be gone. Naked, he slipped under the sheets and pulled her into his arms, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss.

     She responded heatedly to the embrace. Her heartbeat thundered as his hands drifted down her body and pulled off her nightgown. He caressed the ripe flesh of her breasts, lowering his mouth to take the hard crests between his lips, sucking with slow, teasing motions that urged her hips to press into his, her thighs opening to welcome him.

     In her dream he made love to her with all the passionate intensity she remembered, exploring every inch of her skin with his hands and lips and tongue, driving her into a wild frenzy of need, until she begged him to take her.

     Then with a single, powerful thrust he drove deep inside of her. The pounding rhythm escalated so rapidly she dug her nails into his shoulders as the tension grew, her head arching backward into the pillow as the tempo increased faster and faster, making the blood pound through her veins. Then the climax came, hard, pushing her over the edge until a scream broke from her lips, and she heard her name being whispered in her ear as she floated through the air.

     Knowing once she opened her eyes the image would be a distant memory, she breathed in the scent of male sweat and musk, reveling in the feel of his sleek muscled length pressing against her, his weight covering her.

     Then she realized she wasn’t dreaming.

     Chandler’s eyes flew open in disbelief as she took in the sprawling male figure on top of her. His lips curved in a satisfied smile. “Logan!”

     His hand stroked her breast with lazy motions. “It better be me, lady. If you had screamed the wrong name I would have had something to worry about.” She blushed at the wild, open response she had given him. “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night. Have you gone crazy?”

     “I was crazy to let three weeks drag on in the first place.” He moved upward and pressed her deep into the pillows, moving her wrists above her head so she was trapped beneath him. Smoky gray eyes burned in the darkness. “I was crazy to let my pride and your stubbornness come between us. I spoke with your father today.”

     Chandler kept her voice neutral. “What did he say?”

     “He offered me his company. The whole enchilada. No strings attached. Gave me a tidy little speech about trusting me to make him a profit.”

     “What did you say?”

     His lips traveled down her neck. “I told him to go to hell.”

     “What?”

     A laugh rumbled his chest. “I told him I never wanted the contract in the first place. That’s when I realized you were behind the whole thing. You convinced your father to give me what you thought I wanted.” He trailed kisses along the side of her jaw, then moved over her lips, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to kiss her hungrily. She clung to his shoulders and met each thrust of his tongue with one of her own.

     When he broke away Logan spoke in a fierce tone. “You little fool, don’t you know the only thing I ever wanted was you? Not your father’s company or his money.”

     Chandler smiled radiantly as the realization finally dawned on her. Even after he was offered a contract with her father which did not include marrying her, he declined. Logan Grant had given up the opportunity to rule a financial empire because he wanted her more.

     “What about Richard?” she asked.

     “Thorne will never bother us again. He failed the test when he chose your father’s company over you. Now he’s going to be looking for a new job.” She winced. “You fired him?”

     “Yes. He’s a good worker, sweetheart, but I can never trust him again. And I want him far away from you.”

     She nodded, knowing it was the only logical action Logan could take. “I love you,” she whispered. She ran her hands over his hard features. “I was afraid I had lost you, that I had pushed you too far when I said I would never believe in you again.”

     “You could never lose me, Chandler. The moment I realized you had set up the offer I knew I had to come to you.”

     “So you decided to sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night?” she asked teasingly. The crisp hairs on his thigh tickled her as he entangled his legs with hers.

     “Of course. What else do rational, logical businessmen do when they are crazy in love, and want to make love to their women?” His palm settled over the curve of her hip. “I’ll never give you a reason not to believe in me. I love you too much.” He paused. “You’ve changed me, Chandler. You looked past all the barriers, found my soul, and loved me anyway. I like the man I am with you.” He smiled.

     His lips rubbed over hers, sweetly, lovingly, as all the emotions suddenly burst from between them, shedding all the doubts and fears for the very last time. What was left was a pure, lighthearted joy and a raging passion that send Chandler’s soul soaring high above the heavens.

     “I think we still have something important to discuss, Mr. Grant.” Her eyes sparkled with happiness.

     His palm coasted from the curve of her buttocks to dip to her inner thigh. She moaned. “Yes, Ms. Santell?”

     “The contract.”

     His finger lightly tested the liquid heat as he found her core. Her breath came in short pants. “Ah, yes, the contract. I’m sure we’ll be able to work up something beneficial to us both. Of course, this time there will be no escape clause. The arrangement will be on a more permanent basis.”

     “No trial period?”

     A wicked grin transformed his features. With one quick movement, he moved inside of her and joined his body with hers. Slowly, he started a teasing rhythm that coaxed throaty moans from her lips.

     “Logan!”

     “This trial period ends on our wedding day,” he growled, raining tiny kisses over her cheek.

     “Where do I sign?”

     Logan’s gave a husky laugh and interlaced his fingers with hers, starting a sensual journey of love as old as time.

THE END

     I’ve always wanted to be a writer. At twelve, I took a pen in hand and wrote my first love story. I haven’t stopped since. Those heroines taught me valuable lessons that served me well. I learned to keep my head up high and surge forward when I was afraid; I learned to demand respect in a relationship; I learned about compromise and dreams and independence. Those are the stories I want to write, and I can only hope I give back some of the joy I received over the years.

     I live in the beautiful Hudson Valley in upstate New York. I’ve traveled to many places but always seem to be drawn back to the mountains. I graduated with a proper business degree and a master's in my passion, English Literature. I’ve pursued many career paths such as travel agent, yoga teacher and insurance salesperson. I’ve wanted to be an airline pilot, a cat burglar, a dancer, an archaeologist, and a vineyard owner. I have been all of the above through romance novels, and intend to explore many more.

     I met the love of my life when I had finally given up on my own romantic journey. The first time he asked me out he promised to buy my book if he could buy me dinner. We had dinner and fell in love over sushi and haven’t been apart since. I learned it wasn’t about happy endings. It was about happy beginnings.

     I welcome any response to the following email address romancewriter121@yahoo.com. Please visit me on the web at www.jenniferprobst.com or my blog, jenniferprobst.wordpress.com