“Impatient now, huh?”
“Mmh,” he hummed from around me before pulling off and looking me in the eyes. His lips were slick and shiny, and I ran the tip of my thumb along his plush lower lip. “I wanted to make you come so bad. I almost gave in a couple of times tonight. But I knew I wanted to build you up.”
I let out a long breath as he sank back down around me. “I’m glad you did,” I said. “Because I’m going to come so fucking hard for you.”
He clearly liked the sound of that. He worked his tongue and lips around me and for the first time ever, I truly felt like I was being cared for with a blow job. Logan wasn’t just going through the motions. He was loving every second of this, and I felt like I was at home with him.
At home inside him.
My ass was pressed up against the wooden dining chair. The whole room still smelled like sweet cinnamon.
“I never knew I would like being blown at the kitchen table this much,” I muttered.
“I’ll get you off in any room of this house. Every room.”
Logan sure as hell wasn’t shy when he was taking my cock. He was like another person when he was turned on—or really, just like a different version of himself.
A super fucking hot version. It drove me crazy knowing that I got to see this side of him. Got to see so many sides of him, and all of them were so surprising and sexy and fun. He was the best person I’d ever been with. There was no longer any doubt in my mind.
He took me deeper into his throat and I uttered a string of curse words, running my fingers through his soft hair. He started working his mouth around me faster, and I knew I couldn’t last long.
“I’m going to come very, very fucking soon,” I whispered, feeling my cock throb inside the tight wetness of his mouth.
“I need it,” he said as he pulled off for a moment. “Let me taste you, Brody.”
I let out a long breath as he went down again, giving me everything I needed with his tongue.
I was coming before I even had another chance to warn him.
“Fuck, Logan—”
I gripped the sides of his head as I came, over and over, onto his tongue. For a moment, I was just gone. On some other planet, as content as I’d ever been in my life.
As I slowly opened my eyes, Logan was pulling off of me, swallowing and giving me a smile.
“Worth it?” he asked.
“So, so worth it,” I said softly.
I was still completely in a trance. I’d thought Logan looked angelic before in the past, but right now, I was completely mesmerized by him.
He really was everything I wanted. Quirky, so fucking smart, hot as hell, and so goddamn kind.
“Come here,” I said as I helped him up off the ground. I backed the chair up a little and he stood between my legs, looking down at me as I kept my hands on his waist. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see snow falling outside, now at a steady pace.
He dipped down and kissed me, soft and sweet.
“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for everything, Logan.”
“I’m so happy to be with you again,” he said.
I stood up, smiling as I tugged my sweatpants up to my waist again.
“I think we’re going to get snowed in again tonight,” I said, nodding toward the window.
“Want to watch historically inaccurate movies and hear me rant about them all night?” he asked with a grin.
“Nothing in the world sounds better.”
Before we made our way to the couch Logan continued being incredible and whipped us up some homemade hot cocoa on the stove, complete with a dusting of mini-marshmallows at the end. We poured a little Irish creme liqueur into each one and ended up curled up on the couch, with plenty of blankets tucked around us.
“Now, what’s going to be better for you to yell at, Braveheart or The Patriot?”
“Definitely Braveheart,” Logan said. “I’ve got so much I could criticize there.”
I laughed, pulling him closer and kissing him on the side of his head.
I caught his eye, snapping again into a moment of being mesmerized by him. “You know, I feel like I could do this forever,” I said softly.
His eyes went wide as he looked at me, briefly returning to the deer-in-headlights look he used to get all the time. “Oh. Wow, I—”
“Shit. That sounded like… a lot. I’m not trying to be too much, or freak you out, or anything.”
He took a sip of his hot cocoa before setting it down on the coffee table. I did the same thing. “Brody, it’s not too much. I promise. I’m just…”