All I could see was his heart beating wildly. “Logan, it’s okay. It’s just you and me in this small room.”
It was obvious he was waging a war with his own demons. I’d waged enough of those in my time to know one when I saw one.
He nodded, and then he pulled his shirt over his head.
I stared at the smoothness of his skin and couldn’t wait to touch it. I admired the twin dark circles on his chest and wanted to taste them. I counted the rips in his abs—six. I sketched with my eyes the lines of his hip bones that jutted into his pants and reached to trace them.
Logan slid his pants and boxers down at the same time and let them fall to the ground. My fingers didn’t waver as they continued to glide down the path I had started upon. I stayed on task and dropped to my knees so as not to get off course. What was it I’d thought in the back of my mind when I first saw him? He was a man who could bring a woman to her knees. I wasn’t wrong.
I licked my lips at his naked form. He had another scar on the inside of his thigh, very close to his private parts, and I wondered what had happened. But it didn’t matter, because he was still beautiful. A very faint, thin line of hair led down to his cock, which was jutting out in the most magnificent way. He was big, really big, and the thought of tasting him made my mouth water.
With my tongue, I traced the line I had just drawn with my finger. When I reached the inside of his thigh, he pulled me back up.
His gaze was so intense, it was practically smoldering, and then he buried his hands in my hair and kissed me with those lush lips. As our mouths moved, our bodies drew closer and closer still.
After a few minutes, he lifted me and as I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt movement swirl in my stomach. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time and for one single moment, I thought about stopping this.
When he reached for the counter and grabbed a condom, I pushed the past back where it belonged, in the past.
He stepped toward the shower and opened the glass door, turning the water on and adjusting the knobs so just the showerhead sprayed.
Although I was certain Clementine couldn’t hear us, I was thankful for the added buffer of the water.
I’d never let her hear anyone having sex.
Two long strides and my back was against the wall.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded.
Without even flinching, I snaked my arms around his neck and watched as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He tried to roll it on while still holding me at his waist, but it was an impossible feat.
“Dammit,” he said in a low voice.
I pulled back and looked at him. My mouth and throat went dry. He was all hard lines, chiseled abs, such a strong, lean body.
I shivered at the sight.
While the water lapped us, his hair fell forward. He looked incredibly sexy—unshaven, naked, and soon to be mine.
I couldn’t believe I was even thinking this way.
With the oddest urgent need, I dropped to my knees again and whispered, “Let me.”
His face was the epitome of seriousness as he handed me the condom.
My fingers were shaky when I took it, but I still managed to slowly roll it over his silky smooth shaft.
Once the condom was on, I couldn’t resist touching him. I closed my fist around his big cock and could feel it throbbing. With deliberately slow movements, I stroked up and back down.
He bit down on his lip and watched me. I was careful to keep one hand at his base and keep the condom in place.
Something erupted inside me when he thrust his hip forward. I was doing this to him. Turning him on. Making him feel good.
Oddly, I’d never really cared about anything like this before.
Feeling needy, I increased my pace.
He tipped his head back, thrusting his cock into my fist and letting out a muffled noise that made my body quake.
His hair in his face, the stubble on his jaw, the look in his eyes—it was all too much. My clit started to throb again and I wondered if I was going to orgasm without any manipulation.
I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to curb the overwhelming sensations washing through me.
“Hey,” he lifted my chin. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I couldn’t find my breath.
He must have sensed I was on the edge or maybe he was, because he pulled me to my feet, took my hands in his, and raised them over my head. He held them in place with one hand and then guided his cock into me with the other.
Oh. My. God.
While his lips found mine, his mouth devoured me and his cock began to fill me.
A peaceful blissfulness washed over me. I was thirty years old and I had never felt this kind of passion. I honestly didn’t think it existed.
He pushed inside me slowly. A little at a time.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Heaven.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned.