Then he understood. “Penny.” He trailed his lips to the shell of her ear and tickled the skin with his lips, tongue, and teeth. “It is ridiculously easy to please a man. There is no need to concern yourself.”
Her chin pulled back and those brown eyes assessed him again. “Yes, but how do I please you now?”
His rod roared to life in his pants even as his hands tightened on her body. It took every ounce of his control not to toss her skirts above her waist and press into her wet, waiting warmth. “That will come in time,” he choked out.
She shook her head. “No. I don’t like that. Here is what we’ve discussed so far. We make each other’s lives better. Because we understand and love each other, we give to the other.”
The word love hung in the air like mistletoe or snow. “We love each other?”
“We do,” she answered and then she brushed her lips against his wit
h a light teasing touch that made his rock-hard muscles clench even tighter. “Very much.”
He slid his hand under her skirts, desperate to stroke her heat once again. And when his finger traced her slick folds, they both groaned aloud. “Logan,” she begged.
Would she ask him to stop or keep going? He didn’t give her a chance to continue as he traced a circle about her most intimate area. “Did you know,” he murmured against her lips. “That there is more than one way for you to finish?”
“Logan,” she gasped. “I meant to please you—”
“This pleases me. Very much.” And then he lay her down, as he pushed up her skirts.
Penny knew allowing him to touch her like this was wrong, but she arched into the touch anyway, grasping his shoulders like an anchor in a storm.
She’d meant to return his gift last night.
Instead, he was systematically removing her clothing as he caressed her everywhere.
Her legs, hips, abdomen, breasts. And his lips trailed after his hands, causing her to gasp and moan with each new touch.
The rug was thick and soft underneath her back, the fire crackling merrily next to them just a few feet away.
She stretched her arms up over her head as he kissed a trail back down her belly. His whiskers tickled and scraped in the most tantalizing way. But as he kissed lower, toward the triangle of hair between her legs, she gasped, an ache throbbing at her apex.
He growled out a response, catching her behind one knee with his hand to spread her legs further apart.
And then his mouth kissed her…flower…and she lost all ability to reason as sensation exploded inside her. His tongue dragged along her flesh, causing her to convulse and moan, her head thrashing back and forth.
She threaded a hand into his hair and pulled him closer, wanting more, wanting all he had to give.
He answered by quickening his pace, and suddenly she was climbing to dizzying heights from her spot on the floor. He was relentless in the pace and before she could even beg, she careened over the edge of her pleasure, spasms rushing through her body. She cried out his name digging her fingers into his scalp.
When he looked up at her she realized she’d allowed it to happen again. She’d had this beautiful experience while he remained unsatisfied. Not that she knew how to make that happen.
“Logan,” she murmured, pulling at his shoulders, wanting to give him everything he deserved and desired.
He’d already taken off his shirt and moved up her body, his chest skimming along her abdomen. She shivered again, loving the feel of his skin against hers.
He gave her another passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers.
Sliding her hands down his naked chest, she reached his breeches and began to undo the falls. If he wasn’t going to teach her, she might just have to figure it out.
But he let out a groan and began pulling at them himself until the pants landed in a pool about his knees.
Suddenly, something hard pressed against her soft wet flesh and she gasped as she remembered her lesson from earlier.
Slowly, he pressed inside her, and she was amazed how large he felt, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“Penny,” he said with his teeth gritted. “This first time it can hurt, love. I need to deflower you.”