“You want this?” He gripped his cock in his hand.
I nodded.
“Good. Because I’m giving it to you.” His knees came on either side of my head, and then he lowered until the tip of his cock was touching my lips. “Open. Take all of me. I’m coming inside your mouth, baby.”
I opened, and his heated hardness came into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around him tasting the sweet, salty pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.
He stiffened and groaned. “Oh fuck.” He settled further on top of me, and then I felt his hands pushing my legs open.
I sucked while he moved up and down, fucking my mouth while he drove his fingers inside me and licked and sucked until I was screaming inside, wanting release. Yet every time I got close, he backed off.
His balls hit my face as he pumped hard into my mouth again and again, and I knew he was close when he began sucking on me ruthlessly.
“Now, baby.”
I sucked his cock hard, taking him deep into my throat, my wrists straining against the silk scarf as my body arched then reached its peak at the same time as I felt him stiffen. His cock was deep in my mouth, and the spurt of his cum slipped down my throat. I swallowed and moaned and swallowed more as he came at the same time I did. It was beautiful and it was him giving me everything I wanted.
He pulled out then turned around and pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Eme.” He stroked my back then over my ass then up again until his hands undid the scarf, and I was finally able to touch him.
And with my hands on his chest feeling his heartbeat, and my head nested in the crook of his arm I fell asleep.
“Mouse.”
I woke to Logan’s sexy voice, but it wasn’t beside me.
“The party has started. Let’s go, baby.”
“Shit. You let me sleep?”
“You needed it.”
I stretched like a cat after a good nap and felt the sweet soreness in my jaw and smiled. Damn, I’d never done anything so erotic as last night. The thought of Logan sent a wave of heat through me. A heat that filled my heart and made it feel—complete. And when I looked up at Logan standing at the end of the bed dressed in dark jeans and a purple pinstriped button-down dress shirt, I totally fell in love all over again.
I could lie here for hours and admire him with his delicious bedroom hair and purple shirt that showed off his russet eyes.
He frowned. I licked my lips.
God, I loved him. He looked so confident and self-assured even though tonight the band had to impress some big names in the music industry. I was probably more nervous than he was.
I couldn’t believe this man was mine. He never gave up on me. He never gave up on us.
“Do I get a kiss?”
“Right now, all I want to do is say fuck it and crawl back into bed with you. So coming any closer … is a bad idea.”
The sheet slipped to my waist as I sat up and I heard him groan.
“Fuck.”
There was no question I wasn’t getting a kiss, so I threw the covers aside and slipped to the edge of the bed.
His hands clenched into fists as his eyes travelled down my naked body then back up again. He shook his head back and forth and inhaled a deep breath. It felt amazing that I could do that to this man, make him want me. He’d always made me feel beautiful. He still did, and I loved him even more if that was possible.
He cleared his throat, but it was still a little unsteady as he said, “I bought you a dress. It’s in the bathroom.”
I sat up. “You bought me a dress?”
He gave a curt nod. “Shoes are there too.”
“When did you do that?” We’d spent nearly every moment of the last week together.
“When I went to see Deck. Get dressed, Eme. Meet me downstairs. I want you to meet our new manager.” He walked out of the room shutting the door a little too hard behind him, and I laughed. I also noticed how his jeans had become snug between his legs when I’d thrown back the covers.
When I walked downstairs, following the sound of voices out onto patio that now had a huge white canvas tent over it, I was feeling … well beautiful. I couldn’t remember the last time I truly felt attractive. I mean, I definitely didn’t when I was a girl growing up with my mother’s constant belligerence.
Logan was staring at me.
Our eyes locked. The guy he was chatting with stopped talking and turned to look at me too. Yeah, I felt beautiful. Logan had always made me feel that way. No matter what crap my mother spilled, it was all lies. The only way to make herself feel better was to put someone else down, and that someone happened to be her daughter.
My dress fit perfectly, a simple asymmetrical white chiffon skirt, plunging neckline top with a dipped back that contrasted with a subtle black lining. Logan had laid out a pair of stunning white and black strappy heels which, surprisingly, fit too. I wondered if Kat had anything to do with it.
Then there was the box he left wrapped with a yellow bow on top of my makeup bag. I gasped when I opened it, eyes filling with tears as I saw the pendant necklace laid in blue velvet. The tasteful diamonds hung on a solid, thin gold chain. When I put it on, the necklace fit snug to my neck, the pendant touching the center of my throat so that you could see my skin through the center of the diamonds. It was striking, and for a few minutes I admired it in the mirror as it nestled against my skin. I wasn’t sure where he had the money for it, but it was from him, and he’d been thinking about me.