It’s like someone ripped off my oxygen mask and now I can’t breathe. My lips part, but I can’t form any words. Right when I think he’s realizing what we’re doing, that this is crazy or stupid or maybe both, he looks at me with so much lust in his eyes I think I’m going to burst into flames.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers again, inching his fingers between my legs. I willingly spread them for him, knowing he can feel the heat before his fingers even sweep over me. I let my head fall back against the door.
Logan brings his head down, resting his forehead against mine for a moment before kissing me hard again. It’s an intimate gesture and one that throws me. Because as much as I’m turned on, as much as I need this physical release, it’s so much more.
His tongue enters my mouth at the same time his hand plunges inside my panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans, deft fingers circling my entrance. I hold onto him, struggling to stay upright on my feet. He’s making my knees weak and my entire body quiver head to toe with desire.
“You’re making me wet,” I whisper back.
“What do you want me to do about it?” His breath is warm against my skin. I push myself against his hand. He knows what I want him to do.
“This,” I groan.
“Tell me,” he growls. “I want to hear you say it.”
Holy shit. I never took Logan to be a commanding lover, and I’m not sure I can handle it. I need to have him inside me. Now.
“I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want your fingers inside me. I want your mouth all over me. And then I want your cock.”
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and his mouth goes to my neck again. He widens my legs and sweeps his fingers over my clit. A jolt of pleasure goes through me, and I grip him tighter to keep from falling. He’s taking his time, teasing me, knowing he’s driving me absolutely wild.
Finally, he slips a finger inside of me, giving me a taste of what’s to come. Then he pulls his hand back, yanks my panties down, and drops to his knees. My mouth falls open, and I press myself against the wall, looking down at him.
He’s balling my dress back up in one hand and brings the other to the back of my thigh. My eyes close and he puts his mouth to me, kissing my inner thigh before turning his head up, warm breath against my pussy.
He kisses his way up my stomach, stopping only so he can undo the zipper of my dress. He gets back to his feet and pulls the zipper all the way down. Stepping back, he watches the dress fall to the floor and I’m left standing there, completely naked, in front of Logan.
And now he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world, like if he doesn’t put his body against mine, he won’t live to see another day. He runs his eyes over me, admiring every single inch of my body.
I’ve struggled with my body image my whole life. Some days I’m okay with how I look. And some days all I see are my flaws when I look in the mirror. My stomach isn’t flat. I have cellulite on my thighs. One of my breasts sits a little higher up than the other.
“You are so fucking hot,” he growls as if my flaws don’t exist at all. I drop my eyes to his cock again, straining against his pants. Logan steps in close, hands landing on the curve of my hips. He brings them down over my ass, giving it a squeeze before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.
We fall onto the mattress together, and I scramble to get Logan’s pants undone. I pop the button, and his big cock forces the zipper down. The tip is sticking out past the elastic of his boxers, and I swirl my fingers over the wet tip. Logan groans, melting against me as I stroke him. But right as I push my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand out.
“Don’t you want me to—”
He shuts me up with a kiss, pinning my arms up above me. My body hums with anticipation, and he starts to kiss his way down. He looks up at me right before he takes my breast in his mouth, and the half-second glance is all I need.
Because in that half-second, I see the same look in Logan’s eyes than I did the first time we ever met. The longing for something he didn’t know he wanted…for the one thing that fills his heart.
It’s me.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, and I shut my eyes, bringing one hand up and tangling my fingers in his hair. Logan trails kisses down over my stomach. He parts my legs, and I suck in a breath, body shaking. He puts his lips to my thigh, gently kissing my skin. He’s moving closer and closer, getting me so wound up by his slow teasing. I push myself up on my elbow, gripping the tangle of hair tighter in my hand. If I have to guide his head to my pussy, I will.