I groaned in pleasure as she sat up, throwing her leg over me and straddling me. The heat of her burned into my skin as she slid herself along my erection. “I want you like this,” she murmured.
I cupped her full breasts, stroking the nipples with my thumbs. I reached for another condom and handed it to her. “Have me.”
A long, slow groan left my lips as she slowly lowered herself on me. Inch by inch, I slipped into her heat, the sensation of being surrounded by her addictive and astonishing. When we were flush, she whimpered, fisting her hair with one hand as she braced herself on my chest with the other, her fingers spasming.
“Logan,” she moaned. “You feel so good.”
I flexed my hips, settling deeper, groaning with pleasure. “Ride me, Lottie.”
She grasped my hands, guiding them to her hips. “Show me.”
I set the pace, going slow, wanting to draw out her enjoyment. I loved watching as she lost herself in the motion and feel of our bodies moving together. Forgot about everything but us. How we felt together. The long buildup of ecstasy was so great, our bodies shook from the intensity. As her groans and pleas became louder, I sat up, encasing her fully. She buried her face in my neck, gasping at the intense connection. I gripped her hair, holding her close and speeding up, my thrusts hard and short. With a low cry, she convulsed, her fingernails digging into my skin as she orgasmed. I shouted as I spiraled, filling her until we both collapsed, our sweat-soaked skin pressed together.
I lifted her head, kissing her. She sighed, snuggling tight to my chest, and I held her close. She was starved for affection, and I wanted to give her as much as she needed. I felt an odd sense of pleasure knowing she hadn’t stayed with anyone else, that she hadn’t sought out this connection with anyone but me until now.
“Breakfast?” I asked.
She eased back, her eyes dancing. “Is that all you think about? Food?”
I winked. “I think I just proved I have something else on my mind a lot as well.”
She laughed. “I suppose you did.” She glanced down. “I think I need to shower.”
“Good idea. Want me to come and wash your back?”
“Maybe I want to wash yours.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “That, we can work with.”LottieI eyed Logan over the rim of my coffee cup. He had insisted we go back to the diner he had taken me to the first night for breakfast.
“The Saturday morning breakfast special is awesome,” he insisted.
“I can make breakfast.”
He snorted. “Lottie, I looked in your fridge. It’s barren.”
“I do need to go grocery shopping,” I admitted. “I’ve been busy.”
He handed me my coat. “The diner it is.”
We had walked hand in hand to the diner. It felt normal, as if I was supposed to hold his hand. He was affectionate and sweet this morning. Teasing and playful. I liked this side of Logan. I liked it very much.
He met my gaze as he drained his coffee and set down his cup to wait for a refill. He crooked his head to the side, studying me. “You, ah, have a little something on your neck.”
I lifted my hand, brushing at my skin. “Did I get it?”
He leaned close over the table, touching my skin, then sat back, trying not to laugh. “Oh, I don’t think it’s gonna come off.” He offered the waitress a wide grin as she filled his coffee, then looked back at me. “It should fade, though.” He winked, looking mischievous.
I rolled my eyes. “How old are you? You gave me a hickey?”
His amusement grew. “Several, I think. Most of them are, ah, private.”
I felt the heat build in my cheeks. I knew when most of those happened. When he’d followed me into the shower, he had insisted on washing me. I was, it seemed, filthy, given the inordinate amount of time he spent soaping up my body. Especially my breasts. Those were indecent. He had done a thorough inspection after rinsing me off—using his mouth.
Once he had me pressed against the tile, he had dropped to his knees, lifting one leg to his shoulder.
“I need to check this sweet little kitty,” he growled. “It needs a lot of attention.”
Now, sitting across from him, I was certain I had never been so clean. Or so thoroughly sexed-up. Logan was wicked with his tongue and his hands. Never mind what he did with his cock. I was quite surprised I was able to walk this morning.
Logan eyed me, his expression indulgent.
“I can’t believe you can blush after what we did last night.”
“I’m blushing because of what we did.”
He reached across the table, linking our pinkies. “You liked it, Lottie?”
“Very much so.” I cleared my throat, feeling nervous. Logan had way more experience than I did—that had become obvious last night.