see disclaimer chapter 1
"Logan, slow down!" Jordan was having to run to keep up with his long strides. She tugged on his hand when it became apparent that he hadn't heard her. The tugging finally got his attention.
He looked back at her. "What's wrong? You've changed your mind, haven't you?" His face fell. "I understand."
She reached up, pulled his face down to hers and kissed the tip of his nose. "No, silly, I have not changed my mind. I just want you to slow down a little." A sly smile appeared. "You don't want me all wore out before we even start, do you? We have all night."
His answer was a possessive kiss that left her breathless. "Ok, you win," she panted. "Get me there as quick as possible." He gave her another wicked grin as he started leading her towards his hotel.
Just inside the door, they reached for one another. Fevered lips sought out the other's. Tongues mated in a preview of what was to come. Hands tore at clothing, seeking skin.
Logan broke away, panting in Jordan's ear. "Sorry," he mumbled, "going to fast,"
Jordan's breathing matched his. Her hands fisted in his hair. "It's...ok...It's...wonderful."
He led her to the bed, made her sit. She gasped when he slipped her shoes off. She forgot to breathe entirely when a slow, sexy smile crossed his face as he looked up into her eyes, and slid calloused hands along her legs.
She stopped him, pulled him up to sit beside her. "Logan, this is about both of us." She brought his hand to her lips; her eyes never left his. "Let me see it."
"No, it's too dangerous. I can't." His beautiful eyes briefly slid closed. "I'll hurt you." He swallowed. She was rubbing his knuckles and god, it felt good.
"You are not going to hurt me." He saw the trust in her eyes. "Please, Logan. Don't make me beg." The trust he had seen was replaced by tears. "He used to make me beg."
"Bastard." There was venom in Logan's voice. He took a deep breath to calm the rage that had risen. "Jordan, darlin, look at me." Her eyes met his. "I am not him. You should never have to do that. You never have to, with me."
He willed the silver blade to slice through his skin and slowly extend. It just amazed him that she wasn't completely terrified.
"Tell me," she whispered, "tell me why."
He frowned. He didn't really want to go into all of it, but she was taking a huge risk, so she probably deserved to know. "Well, about 16 years ago, I was operated on and..."
Her fingers on his lips stopped his words. "I don't want a history lesson right now. Tell me why this is your fantasy."
"Oh." His long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones as he closed his eyes, trying to put order to his thoughts. Which wasn't easy, considering that Jordan's hand was wandering up his thigh. "I have developed a sense of
touch in the blades. It's a recent thing and it's driving me crazy."
Jordan slid a finger down the dull side. "So, you can feel this?" Logan moaned a yes. "There's more," Jordan stated instinctively.
Logan nodded. "A pressure builds up. I don't really know how to describe it."
"Is it like an arousal?" she queried.
"That's exactly what it feels like," he answered softly.
"Then we should take care of it." Her lilting voice excited him. "You said there was a way we could do this. How exactly?"
Logan crossed the room and withdrew something from his duffle bag. He sat back down next to her and revealed what looked to be a metal sheath. He saw the question in her eyes. "I had it made especially for me. A scientist friend helped me design it. The mesh is made of adamantium
threads. We tested it as best we could. I can't slice through it, in theory, anyway."
"But does it hinder your sensitivity?"
Logan smiled slowly. "Bright girl. Nope. We tested that too. I'll be able to feel everything."
Jordan held out her hand. "Can I hold it?" He placed the cool, flexible metal in it. "It's smooth," she said, surprised. "I can't feel any seams or anything." The sight of her caressing it aroused Logan all over again.
"Would you put it on now?" she asked.
Logan sheathed the deadly blade that until now had caused only pain. Tonight, however, it would become an instrument of pleasure.
Jordan once again reached out to him, took his hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips. But instead of the chaste kiss he expected, she took as much of the blade into her mouth as she could. Logan rocketed off the bed.
"Was that wrong?" she asked, worriedly.
"No, darlin'." Logan was shaking. "It just came as a bit of a shock."
"Then can I try it again?"
"Oh, yeah." He offered his hand to her. With her eyes never leaving his, she proceeded to give what amounted to a blow job to his blade. It was the sexiest act he had ever seen. The hardness behind his zipper throbbed while watching her lips and tongue make love to his weapon. His eyes slid closed. The sensation was exactly as if her mouth had been around his cock. He could feel the impending explosion.
"Darlin', you gotta stop." He gently extracted the smooth metal from her lips. Jordan whimpered. "Honey, I want to be inside you," he explained.