Logan (Carolina Reapers 4)

She slipped one knee over me and sank into my lap, straddling me.

Oh. Fuck. Her ass felt so good on my thighs.

“I don’t want to think.” She ripped off her glasses and put them next to my forgotten pint, then kissed me again, running her tongue between the seam of my lips.

She was quickly making my attempt to do exactly that impossible.

“Delaney,” I tried once last time as my hands dropped to the sweet indent of her waist. Damn, I could feel every dip and hollow under the thin cotton.

“Please, Logan.” Her fingers slid into my hair, and she rolled her hips over me, gasping when she discovered that I was already hard. I was always hard around her. I’d just learned to live with it. “Please?”

It was that last little demand that broke me. The breathy cry of need—even if I knew we’d both regret it. The only thing I could do was hold on and try to keep it from going too far. But I could give her exactly what she needed.

I filled my hands with her ass as I took her mouth with my tongue, taking the kiss from sweet and gentle to hot and hungry. Fuck, she tasted like strawberries, and her tongue was still a little cool from the ice cream. My dick jumped as she swirled around my tongue. I hadn't imagined how good we’d been together. We really were that explosive.

I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and she groaned, arching her breasts against my chest. She was wildfire, licking and darting like a flame, leaving me in ashes.

She rocked on me, angling her hips so my cock rubbed right against her cleft. I cursed the workout pants I’d put on after practice. Why hadn’t I gone with something thicker? Her heat seeped through the fabric, engulfing my dick with warmth and shooting my need from manageable to primal in a few quick motions of her hips.

I found the hem of her shirt, and she nodded without breaking our kiss. Our lips separated only long enough for the tank top to slide over her arms and hit the floor. Then I tilted her head and kissed her deeper, even as one of my hands slid to her satin-covered breast.

She groaned into my mouth, and I snapped my fingers at the hooks at her back, opening them with a motion I’d done too many times to too many women—none of whom had meant anything close to what Delaney did to me.

She shrugged, and the bra disappeared. Then my hands were on her bare breasts.

“So fucking sexy,” I said slowly, watching her dark pink nipples appear and disappear between my fingers as I rolled the little buds.

Suddenly, this wasn’t enough. I needed more. I gripped her ass in one hand and cradled her back with the other as I flipped us so she splayed out beneath me on the couch. Her knees rose on either side of my hips, and she looked up at me with hazy, lust-glazed eyes.

She tugged at my shirt, and I gave in, pulling it over my head and sending it to the floor.

“So. Fucking. Sexier,” she breathed with a little hitch, tracing the lines of my pecs with her fingers, then trailing down my abs. “God, Logan. I want to eat you alive.”

I groaned, dipping my head to her neck and setting my mouth to the sensitive skin there. She wanted to eat me alive? I was going to have my turn first.

Inch by inch, I kissed and licked my way down her soft skin until I reached her breasts. She really was perfect. That’s all I could think as I sucked one nipple into my mouth and toyed with the other. She arched for more, whimpering as I flicked my tongue over her. I sucked hard, and she gasped. I tested her with my teeth, and she cried out, fisting her hands in my hair and demanding more.

My dick throbbed, aching to slide inside her. Instead, I pressed it into the couch and prayed it got the not-now message as I slid my hands down her narrow waist to the curve of her cotton-clad hip.

I rose slightly so I could kiss her, and she turned ravenous, arching and rocking under me, stroking my cock with every move she made.

“Fuck. Delaney,” I groaned into her mouth, hitching one of her knees so her leg draped over my hips. My hand at her hip slid under her waistband, and I pulled back just enough to look in her eyes, making sure I wasn’t taking this where she didn’t want to go.

“Yes,” she murmured, then rose and kissed my jaw. The slight touch sent a shiver of pleasure barreling through me.

I gritted my teeth as my fingers found the satin of her thong. I hadn’t had my control tested like this since I was a fucking teenager, and here I was, trying not to come in my pants at the feel of her fucking underwear?