“I want your tongue,” I manage to say. Logan’s eyes darken instantly.
“Your wish is my command.”
He pulls back his fingers, leaving me cold and empty for a split second before his tongue fills me. His thumb flicks my clit as his blessed tongue slides in and out, in and out, in motions so precise they bring me close to climax in a few seconds.
I lose my control. Instead of fisting the sheet, I curl my fingers around his hair. My hips are about to leave the mattress when Logan puts his hands on them, forcing me to stay put.
“Don’t move,” he commands. “Just feel. Feel all of it, and let me see and hear you.” He plunges his tongue back inside me. Every nerve ending zaps to life, awoken by the lash of his tongue, the sinful power of his words. I ride the wave of pleasure, giving myself to the release with complete abandon.
“OhGodOhGodOhGod.”
My legs jerk violently as I come, Logan’s name on my lips.
“This was gorgeous,” Logan says. His voice is rough, and lust clouds his eyes.
Still panting, I push myself to a sitting position. Logan is on his knees before me, his erection inches away from my face. Yumm. I could lick him. Instead, I decide to tease him.
I fist his shaft from the tip and slide my hand to the bottom, then play with his balls.
“You like them?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “They’re my real jewels.”
I snicker. “Proud of them, aren’t you?”
“Very.”
In a fraction of a second, Logan overpowers me. I’m beneath him, and he kisses me. It’s passionate, yet gentle.
“I love doing this with you, Nadine. It means more than it ever did... before.” Uncertainty flickers in his eyes. “I don’t know how to explain this better, but... Do you understand?”
I run my fingers through his hair, his words warming me. “Yes. It means more to me too.”
“Good. We’ll see where this takes us. I just ask you one thing. Trust me.”
I don’t hesitate. “I do.”
He presses his forehead to mine and kisses me again, his mouth warm and reassuring, his arms hovering protectively at my side. Right now, encircled in his arms, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. He appreciates every part of me. With every inch of my body he claims, I surrender a piece of my soul. I trust him, and that truth is both reassuring and frightening.
Abruptly, Logan says, “On your knees and turn around.” I do as he says with my heart in my throat. “Now, put your hands on the headboard.” His commands make me ache for him even more, if that’s possible. With my back to him, I can’t see or anticipate what he’ll do next. I can only feel, and that makes everything so much more intense: the waiting, the guessing, the desire. I hear the sound of a wrapper being ripped apart, and Logan rolling the condom on.
He’s suddenly behind me, his skin radiating heat. He places one palm on each of my buttocks, spreading them slightly. He dips his tongue between them. Just one short lick.
I fist the sheets, biting into the pillow. Holy wow. What was that?
He dips his tongue again, and a white-hot shiver races through me. The sound of my muffled cry fills the air. When he drags his tongue across the crease of my ass, my thighs almost give in, wetness rushing to my center. I’m panting, nearing a climax again, and he isn’t even inside me! I lift up, taking my hands away from the bed, so I’m only on my knees.
Logan plasters his chest to my back and smooths his hands across my waist and ribcage, up to my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I cry softly when I feel his erection between my thighs, slapping his length gently across the seam of my sex, rocking back and forth over the slick and sensitive flesh, torturing me.
A master of anticipation, that’s what Logan Bennett is. My hands grip the headboard, the delicate flesh between my thighs becoming even slicker. He drops one hand to my hip, driving into me. Pleasure whips through me as he pushes himself in and out, in and out, igniting me. He lifts my ass slightly then enters me even deeper. So deep, in fact, that his jewels slap across my clit. Oh, my.
Gripping the headboard even tighter, I meet his thrusts with fervor and desperation, tearing deep groans from his chest. Drops of his sweat drip on my back, from his forehead presumably. I find it incredibly sexy. Closing my eyes, I revel in the sound of heated flesh as it slaps together. Logan puts his mouth on my shoulder, grazing the skin with his teeth. His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging into me as he takes me with ferocity.
“My sweet Nadine, what are you doing to me?”
Instead of an answer, I sigh out loud, arching my back, my body ripe for release. Logan drops one hand between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit, applying the sweetest pressure on it. My inner muscles clench around him as we both come apart.
Afterward, we lie next to each other, sweating and panting, when I suddenly burst out laughing.
“No idea why you’re laughing, but I like the sound,” Logan says.