“Take me to bed,” I told him.
He didn’t hesitate. In one fell swoop he scooped me off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder.
My laughter was loud as he strode across the room. “Not like that.”
He was laughing too as he kicked the door shut behind him. “This was faster than carrying you any other way.”
No doubt about that. I was already on the mattress and lying on my back.
He positioned himself on top of me, propped up on his arms.
I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair. “But not very romantic,” I whispered.
Lowering himself slightly, he just barely covered me with his body so he could kiss me on the mouth. “I’ll work on that,” he murmured, his voice sounding so damn sexy he could have said anything and I would have been fine with his answer.
It wasn’t like I was really looking for romance—I was only kidding.
Moments passed, seconds, maybe minutes, I wasn’t sure. I felt like I could have kissed him forever. My hands were running along his body. Searching. Exploring. My fingers traced the edges of his shoulder blades, felt the way his muscles flexed under my touch, cupped his ass.
In a way I didn’t understand, we just fit together so well. He was hard where I was soft. Tough where I was weak. Straight where I was curved.
My hands still on his ass, I urged him to sink farther between my legs. He gasped out a curse and the sound didn’t bother me in the least. If I thought about it, I rather liked it. His muttered curses told me just how much he liked what was happening between us. This was consensual. We both wanted to feel the pleasure that was only just starting to take root. The electricity that was sparking in small fissures and promised to turn into bolts.
When he obliged, I could feel his hard cock throbbing even through the fabric of our clothing. Seeking more, my hips tilted upward, and that’s when he practically tore my clothes off.
I attacked his clothing with the same energy.
We were both naked within minutes.
Skin to skin.
And his was smooth.
So smooth.
His body was beautiful. Maybe even perfect. If I could have spoken, I would have told him so. I tried a few times to say something as his mouth began to slide down my body, but I couldn’t.
When he took my nipple between his lips, I gave up. I let myself go. He was what I needed. When we were like this, we were in a bubble, and all the troubles of the outside world faded away.
The thought struck and I couldn’t push it aside. Was I a distraction for Logan? If I was, did it matter? Or maybe, just maybe, it was the reverse and he was a distraction for me. Again, it didn’t really matter. We’d agreed to take the ride, but neither of us had agreed to stay on and neither had agreed to get off.
I should have told him the rest of my secrets, but I’d told him enough for now.
I inhaled sharply as a tingling radiated from my core.
Soft, velvety smooth strokes lapped around my clit.
Oh God, that mouth.
That tongue.
The feeling was so intense, my fists clenched the sheets and I moaned from the sheer pleasure that was slowly sweeping through my body.
Wanting to see him, I glanced down. The dark fringe of his lashes brushed his skin just before his eyes lifted to mine.
They were so dark in the light of this room, the rims of brown so much more noticeable. It was as if his eyes were dilated with passion. I’d never seen eyes like his, ever changing based on his mood. They were a dead giveaway to his feelings, a weakness I wondered if he even realized.
I let go of the fistful of sheets in my hands. We all had our weaknesses after all, and he was slowly becoming another one of mine. I slid my fingers into his hair to tangle them around his locks. His hair was the perfect length to thread my fingers through.
Lowering his head, he parted my legs and dove inside me with thrusts of his tongue that made me feel like he couldn’t get deep enough.
The sound he made when my hands gripped his hair even tighter was almost primal. He slid a finger inside me, then another, and worked his tongue in conjunction with his fingers.
My body tensed as tiny flames of pleasure flickered from my core. My senses intensified.
His touch was hot.
His breathing sounded ragged.
And his lips were deliciously wet.
I started to pulsate everywhere.
Wait. I wanted to be the one doing this to him. That was my plan. How had he taken the lead? Remembering one of the positions from my computer screen earlier, I rose on my elbows. “Logan,” I said, my voice hoarse, uncertain. “I want you in my mouth when I come.”
Simple words to describe the act, but still they felt like they weighed a thousand pounds as they expelled from my mouth.
He looked up at me with the same uncertainty that had bled through in my words.
But I was certain. Telling him was the difficult part. I gave him a reassuring nod that let him know—yes, I wanted this.