He hooks one thumb in my panties, but instead of taking his time to push them down, he rips them apart. I smile, content to feel his desperation.
“Sorry about that.” His voice comes out as a growl.
“I’m not.”
“I can’t wait to hear you beg, Nadine.”
“I don’t beg,” I reply.
Cupping my jaw, he tips my head up to him. “You will beg me. I promise.”
I quiver under his molten gaze, but don’t find it in myself to argue. Instead, I’m looking forward to Logan keeping his promise.
I turn on the water as we step into the small shower. I put some shower gel here when I brought my supplies for the renovation, so I could freshen myself up during work. Now I’ve found an even better use for it.
I pour shower gel in Logan’s palms and mine, and run my hands all over his torso. His abs are even harder than I imagined. His skin seems to heat up under my fingers.
“Touch yourself,” he says. My eyes widen, but I obey. “Touch your breasts. They’re gorgeous.”
I run my fingers around my nipples. Damn, they’re so sensitive that they hurt. Logan lowers his hand to his erection, wraps his palm around it, and strokes himself up and down. The sight is too much for me; my body burns, yearning for him to touch me.
“Change of plans. I want you to touch me,” I say.
“Demanding girl.” Letting go of his shaft, his hands find my breasts and he touches them expertly. But he’s teasing me, the bastard. He circles the skin around my nipples, without actually touching them, driving me crazy. Two can play at this game, so I set out on a mission: make him lose control. I grip his erection, running my palm up and down then up again, rubbing my thumb across the head. Logan take
s a breath through gritted teeth.
“Oh, fuck. Nadine,” he grunts out my name, taking a breath through gritted teeth. While I continue to stroke him, he parts my knees with his legs, exposing me. Dropping one hand between my legs, he runs his finger across my folds, up and down. He mimics my moves on his erection, driving me craaaaaazy.
“Need. Touch.” My voice is low and breathy. “Inside me. Now.”
“No full sentences,” he murmurs. “I like that. You know what I’d like more? To hear you beg.”
Gathering all my faculties, I force myself to say a full sentence. Now, both my hands are fisting his hair. “If you’re not inside me in two seconds, you’ll be sorry, Logan Bennett.”
“Menacing. Sounds sexy. Still not what I want to hear.”
He flicks my nipple with one hand and pinches my clit with the other. My hips buck against his, and his erection rubs against my inner thigh.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to be inside you right now, woman.”
I chuckle. “Really? I’ll tease you some more.”
Abruptly, he flips me around, my ass brushing his crotch in the process. We both gasp.
He nudges his knee between my legs, parting them once again. Then he slaps his erection against my slit, setting my body on fire. I swallow hard, my knees threatening to give in.
“Please, Logan. I need you. I beg you.”
“Grip the shower railing.” His voice comes out as a growl. “You’ll need to hold on to something.”
He steps out of the shower briefly and retrieves a condom from his jeans, putting it on. He glances at me once, smiling devilishly, before entering the shower again. I grip the railing as he instructed while he peppers my back with kisses. The chaste pecks make me shiver. I grip the railing tighter when I feel him poised at my entrance.
“You’re so wet, Nadine. I love this.”
He slides the tip of his erection inside me then pulls back out. He repeats the in-and-out movement a few times, only with the tip, touching a spot inside me that makes me hungry for all of him. Nibbling at my earlobe with his teeth, he says, “You’re tight, babe.”
“God, Logan. Please. I need all of you inside me. Now.”