Chasing Ava: A Bachelor of Shell Cove Novel (The Bachelors of Shell Cove) by Siera London

down his abdomen and spread through his groin. Logan’s body was tight with sexual tension. He wanted to bury himself in her.  
    Soft sounds of satisfaction flowed from her lips and he captured every one with his mouth.  
    A blast of pure lust raged out of control. He was losing control from her kiss. He shook with need. This woman evoked sensations he didn’t realize he was capable of experiencing.  
    Walking away from Ava tonight would be the most difficult thing he would ever have to do. But she needed this time to accept their relationship. It was his responsibility to give her what she needed. That thought made leaving bearable. He would do anything for her, including sleep alone tonight.

    Ava’s heart thumped with the power of electric paddles against her chest. She drank in his taste and his caress.This wasn’t kissing. This was his version of oral lovemaking. When he slowly sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, she moaned, and pulled him closer. Thank goodness she didn’t still live with her parents. Her mom would have turned on the porch light as soon as the car pulled in the driveway.  
    He spoke into her mouth, “Do you want me to come inside tonight?” His breathing was labored and deep.
    She groaned inwardly, not allowing herself to speak for fear she would say yes.  
    She had to put a stop to this before she started ripping his clothes off to reach the magnificent body she could feel through his shirt. Just then, she felt the evidence of his arousal press into her stomach. Shock edged her words, “Oh my Todd, you really do want me, a lot .” That last part she kept to herself. He was aroused because of her. She had done that to him.  
    Logan immediately jerked from his oral exploration of her neck. His hands stilled on the soft flesh of her upper arms.  
    “Whose name did you call me?” he growled.
    She was slow to respond, still reeling from their kiss and the feel of his erection against her belly.  
    “I didn’t call you anyone else’s name.”  
    “I haven’t lost my hearing.” His hold on her transferred to her shoulders as if he were bracing himself for a blow. “Who is Todd, Ava?” His sexy, green eyes flashed with anger, then she understood what he was thinking.  
    “You misunderstand.” It was her turn to soothe him. She softly rubbed the tension from his arms.  
    “I know I heard another man’s name on your lips after I had my tongue down your throat.” He looked unhappy and she was sorry she’d opened her mouth.  
    “I’m not explaining myself well. I don’t casually say the Lord’s name. Instead of saying, oh my God, I say, ‘oh my Todd.’ I could never mistake you for someone else.”
    The vibrations in his chest transferred to her where he held her arms. He could not contain his laughter.  
    “You are rare treasure, Ava Walters.” The laughing had shifted to a wide smile. “What you’re saying is, my kiss, my touch feels so good you want to call out to the heavenly father. I can live with that.”
    He smiled down at her and all of her good sense leaped right out of her head. Whatever he asked next she was willing to give it.  
    “Give me another kiss, Ava. Let’s add some new phrases to our vocabulary,” he groaned.
    “I don’t know if my kisses...” he pulled her closer, squelching her concern. Circling his waist with her arm, she pulled him down to meet her lips. Everything she wanted him to feel she poured into their kiss. She tried to wrap herself around him, pulling him closer with each tug of his lips. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and she pressed deeper into him. This was the most erotic experience of her life. A strong arm at her waist pulled her up into his body. She wanted to fuse into his body, blur the lines between him and her. He groaned then took control of the duel between their mouths. His kiss was soft, hard, giving, taking … and soul stirring.  
    He ground his hardness into her stomach, stoking the fire burning