I explored her body with my other hand, unable to stop myself. Low moans left her lips, telling me she enjoyed every touch.

Too bad she wore jeans. I couldn’t wait to get my hands within them, yanking away her panties and sliding my fingers between her legs to relish in the slickness of her core. My cock twitched at the possibilities. And she had to be wet. She molded against me as if ready for more than a kiss. Her hard nipples pushed against her thin shirt.

I left her lips and leaned away. “I’ve wanted to kiss you forever.”

“It was better than I thought it would be.”

“We should’ve never denied each other. We should’ve just went for it.”

“Then, we would’ve been no better than Tyson and Ashley. Better to do it right than to do it at the cost of other’s feelings.”

“No. Fuck them.” I slipped my hands along the curve of her hips, moved it past her lovely flat stomach, and cupped my hand over her breast.

A soft moan left her mouth. Her breathing increased.

“We don’t wait anymore.” I stroked one of her nipples over the thin shirt and bra, feeling it stiffen. Low moaning, she shuddered under me.

“We don’t hold back anymore or think of anyone else,” I said. “It was stupid to deny ourselves, while everyone else was all around, taking exactly what they wanted, having a big ball.”

I yearned to tear away her shirt and wrench the bra off her.

How beautiful would her nipples look? Tiny chocolate points floating on soft caramel. I swallowed, thinking of how sweet it would be to lap and flick my tongue over one nipple. Would she cry out in desire and beg for more?

Fuck. I really want to hear her beg.

I didn’t know how it happened, but within one day, Mia had become mine. At least, the possibility hovered over me, threatening to come true. If I had anything to do with it, and I did, there would be no more daydreaming or obsessing. No more waiting and wishing.

Mine. All fucking mine. Finally.

In fact, I wouldn’t stop until she understood that, felt the truth of it deep inside her heart..

There could be no other man.

The moment she released the hurt that Tyson caused and fully opened herself to me, I would kiss and lick away every possibly fear, doubt, and regret. I would explore her body, her soul. I would capture her heart, take complete control of it, keeping that precious muscle safe and loved.

I’d be her everything and more.

And when I finally fucked her, there would only be unrelenting pleasure, earthshattering orgasms over and over, until she moaned my name loud for all the world to hear.

“Wait,” she whispered and pulled away from me.

Calming myself, I leaned my head to the side. “Wait?”

“This is fast.”

“Not to me, it isn’t. I’ve waited months for this moment.”

She widened her eyes and said nothing.

“What should we wait on, Mia?” I moved closer to her.

She stirred as if fearing for her body to get closer to me. As if scared to let her senses lose control.

“Maybe...we don’t have to wait,” she said. “Maybe we can just take this slow.”

“Slow.” The word came out in a low growl. “I do slow very well. So well, you would beg me to go faster.”

14

Damn

Mia

I

’d always thought Logan was a muscular frame in a hot gorgeous package. And then he kissed me, and my mouth exploded in nothing but pleasure.

Meanwhile, the rest of my body yearned for the same experience.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “So slow, I would beg for you to go faster?”

“I promise.” His heated gaze almost burned me away.

Damn.

He looked like he’d been in a fight with my lips. His mouth was swollen, those blue eyes glittered, and some of his hair stuck up from me tugging on it, just trying to hold on to him, never wanting to let him go.

I want another kiss. I want more of him.

The man could kiss. He’d mastered the art and surely had a couple kissing trophies stashed away in his closet. And his kiss shattered me, left me raw and exposed. Defenseless.

“So, we’ll take it slow?” He closed the small space between us. “But define slow for me.”

With him so near—hard muscles pressing against my breasts—my breathing and heartbeats increased.

My question was a breathless pant. “Define it?”

“Do you want slow like this.” He gently took my hand, raised it to his mouth, parted his lips, and pressed my palm into a hot, sensual kiss. So erotic. The affectionate heat of his mouth warmed each finger. He landed a few more panty-wetting kisses on my hand and just when I’d thought he was done, he teased the sensitive flesh between my fingers with the moist caress of his tongue.

And then he lifted his view to mine, searing me in place with a hot look. “Should I go that slow?”

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