Logan (Filthy Rich Alphas)

“Damn.” The word escaped me as I drank in the sexy man before me.

“Damn is right, Mia.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Finally, this moment has come, and I’m just holding myself back so I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t think you could ever hurt me, Logan.”

“I’ll spend my life making sure that’s true.”

A shiver of nervousness ran through me.

But. . .please don’t hurt me. . .

“I’m over here for a reason, by the way.” His voice went deliciously low. “I’m remembering that you want to take this slow.”

Again, that word slow from his lips sounded more like hard cum-spurting cock .

I cleared my throat. “Slow...is good, but...”

My panties moistened at the thought of him taking my body. I had to admit it. I even considered one of the heroes from Patricia and Monica’s historical romances. The long haired muscled guy with the barreled chest and stunning eyes, ravishing the hell out of his damsel in distress.

And I was in distress.

And Logan had been my hero.

“But what, Mia? What are you thinking about?” Logan stepped toward me, leaving only three or so feet between us. “Your expression looks absolutely delicious.”

I smirked. “I’m thinking about you ravishing me?”

“Ravishing?”

“That’s right. I said it. You’re my hero. You’ve saved me from the bad guy.”

“And now we’re at the moment of ravishing?”

“Yes. And I really want to be ravished. I want you to tear my shirt apart and just take me. Have your way with me.”

Grunting, he closed the distance between us. And right when I thought he was going to kiss me or draw me into his arms, he lifted me up and carried me off to his room.

I shrieked. “Oh shit!”

He gazed down at me with lust in his eyes. “Too much ravishing?”

“No, I was just caught off guard.”

“Good.” He kissed me as he carried me into his bedroom. “I love instructions, but you’ll never know how I’ll make you cum. That will always be my little surprise.”

I licked my lips. “It sounds more like a big surprise to me.”

“Very big.”

He carried me into his bedroom. Instead of placing me on top of his massive bed, he took me into the bathroom and set me on my feet.

“Thank you for the ride.”

“Trust me. The ride isn’t over.” He pulled off his shirt. “I still like the idea of a shower. What about you?”

“Uh...yes.” My chest tightened. I drank all those lovely layers of muscle in.

Holy fuck, I’m about to have sex with a god.

A powerful wave of longing crashed into my chest. Even if I had doubts and second guesses, I would be taking my clothes off this evening and letting Logan have his way. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he liked. Dear God, whatever he needed. It was his.

The sight of his bare chest had me flustered and on fire all at the same time. Those tight muscles. More than ever, I yearned to stroke his warm skin. I needed to smooth my hand against his chest and feel his heartbeat booming under my fingers.

Desire lathered his words. “Can I undress you?”

I whispered, “Please.”

And slowly, he began to undress me, taking his time. There was no rush. No quick actions to get me naked. And I loved him more for it. His fingertips brushed against my flesh as my shirt lifted off me, inch by inch.

Arousal drenched my panties and had probably soaked my jeans.

Licking his lips, he slung my shirt. It fell to the floor. Instead of going for my jeans, he caressed the outline of my bra, following its journey over my shoulders, back, and on to the curved cups in front.

“All this time I imagined what this would feel like.” Gazing at me, he unsnapped the back of my bra. “And now I bet I’ll be falling for you more and more in the days to come.”

Words left me. My breathing increased like I’d been running. My bra fell from my shoulders as he wrenched it away. The garment fell to the floor, and I had all his attention.

“Damn.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Damn, Mia. Just damn.”

I blushed.

My breasts were exposed to him and it looked like he was doing everything to keep his hands to himself. I almost told him that he no longer had to maintain control, but then he moved his hands to the top of my jeans, and I lost all of my own control.

A moan left me out of nowhere. A hungry, lustful moan. And the worst thing about it was that I hadn’t caused the moan. My pussy had. In fact, I no longer had control of my body.

As if Logan could hear my thoughts, he said in a low groan, “Trust me, Mia.”

“I will.”

He undid my jeans and wrenched them down.

I stepped out of them.

Backing away, he smiled at me and rubbed his sexy lips. “Yes.”