“Is this some kind of Mensa test?” He yanked on one firmly tangled string. “Let’s see if the good ole Texas boy is smart enough to figure out how to get this off.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged and matched his smile. “Maybe it’s an opportunity to prove how badly you want it.”
“Sweetheart, you underestimate me.” With that, he dropped her shoe to the bed. “I can do all sorts of things to you without taking them off, which I don’t mind one bit, and you’re the one who has to wear them during, so...we’ll have a discussion later about our individual intellects.”
With that, he rolled from the bed and did the most provocative striptease she’d ever seen in her life. First he slipped all his shirt’s buttons from their moorings and inch by inch revealed the torso she’d felt plenty of times but was only now getting her first glimpse of.
There might have been drooling.
Then he took off his shirt, first from one broad shoulder, then the other, and the final product dried up her mouth to the point where drooling was definitely not in her future, along with not breathing. The man was magnificent, hard, sinewy, clearly not an executive who spent a lot of time behind a desk. Or wearing a shirt. He had a tan line where the sleeves of his many and varied T-shirts hit his biceps, but he must do something outside with his chest bared because it was deliciously sun kissed, highlighting what blew past a six-pack into uncharted territory.
She’d have to count the indentions across his abs. With her tongue.
The prospect unleashed a shiver. He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor along with whatever underwear he might have had on, and then she was really glad she was already lying down, because holy hell.
Powerful thighs. Thick erection. Too much to take in. No words.
But she didn’t need any as he retrieved a handful of condoms from his pants pocket, which she scarcely had time to register. Though they’d circle back to the fact that he’d had condoms in his pocket the entire time.
And then there was no more thinking as he gathered her up and settled her into the grooves of his body. The hard, brutal planes of his physique had no give, and she thrilled at the feel of it against her bare skin.
He tipped up her head with both hands and she fell into the kiss, instantly drowning in Logan. Their legs entwined and his muscular thigh came up between hers, seeking her sweet spot...and finding it, rubbing hard at her still-sensitive bits until gray blurred her vision and a gasp tore from her throat.
Her skin heated so quickly she feared she might burn to ash. His hot hands spanned her waist, rolling her to her back. Taking one nipple in his talented mouth, he nipped and sucked until her back arched, and she had enough brain cells to realize he was doing exactly as he’d promised—pleasuring her with no thought to himself. He’d already made her come twice and seemed in no rush to stop.
What do you fantasize about?
She’d done precious little of that in her life. Her creativity was usually drained by the end of the day, and by the time she got naked with a man, it was never about what she wanted.
Why was it never about what she wanted?
Logan’s teeth hit a spot on her nipple that barreled through her like a freight train, and she cried out.
“I love it when you do that,” he murmured. “It’s like an aphrodisiac.”
Since aphrodisiac should be his middle name, she liked it, too. “Maybe you should see what switching to the other side gets you.”
He chuckled and did exactly that, dragging his tongue across the valley between her breasts as he went, and then sucked her other nipple into his hot mouth. But he coupled that with a very well-placed finger between her legs, and the dual sensations spun her off into oblivion again. Breathless, she clenched her way through another spectacular orgasm that encompassed her whole body.
Logan had a condom rolled on and was poised at her entrance, pushing inside before her vision cleared. Mewling sounds tore from her throat as the pressure built, and it was so good, so unbelievable on the heels of a release. He grabbed one stiletto and tugged her knee nearly to her shoulder as he widened her.
“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m...big.”
Yeah, she’d noted that for herself. “You say that like I should be disappointed. That’s usually on the pro side of a girl’s checklist.”
Oh, yes, he was big. Her whole body went liquid as the exquisite feel of his length slid along her sensitized flesh.
But not too big. Perfect. Especially after he’d primed her to the point where she was so swollen and wet that he slid in easily. And she didn’t miss that he’d done so. Even in this, he was thinking about her pleasure instead of taking his own.