Heat Wave(70)

“I told you how I feel,” he says, voice so low and gruff it makes the hair rise on my arms, my body erupt in goosebumps. “And that still stands. So I’m sorry I’m not the asshole you thought I was. I’m sorry if that makes everything that much harder now.” He licks his lips, his nostrils flaring as he breathes. I get the distinct feeling that he’s trying to control himself, and it’s maddening how much I want him to lose control.

“How can this work?” I ask meekly, my eyes drawn to his lips. “How can we do this?”

“It’s very. Fucking. Simple.”

And then his lips are on mine, crushing and soft. Pure velvet lust that turns sweetly violent.

His hand is at the back of my neck, his other fingers are pressing at my jaw and cheek as his tongue assaults me with such rolling passion I can feel it all the way in my toes. Just like the last two times he kissed me, he’s in complete control and I surrender. I surrender completely. I want him to take me, take me over, devour me, annihilate me. I want every single part of him, deep, deep, deep. I want to see how much of him I can take, how he feels from the inside, what it’s like to be thoroughly fucked by Logan Shephard.

It’s wrong, the thought snakes into my head.

But it’s fleeting. For once, the guilt is fleeting. I don’t want to listen anymore to what’s right and what’s wrong. Right and wrong have no more bearing on my life, have no value. Everything has been a lie. I just want him. Right here, right now. I want him to let us out of the cage we’d put ourselves in and turn this world upside down.

And Logan does just that. He’s a wild animal, feral to the core as his mouth sinks into the valley between my neck and my shoulder, biting with hunger and lust.

I groan loudly and one of his hands slips low along my hips, hiking up the hem of my dress. Every nerve ending on my body dances with anticipation.

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this.

It can’t be stopped. I can’t be stopped. His hand skirts over my belly, sliding inside my underwear and down, down to where I’m absolutely soaked.

“Christ,” he murmurs against me. “You’re too good to be true.”

He feels too good to be true. His thick rough finger slides along my clit and my body immediately melts into his hand, needing more, wanting more. I’d never had the need to get off strike me like this before, like a match against the striker. It’s almost a ride or die situation.

I grab hold of the back of his neck, his skin hot to touch, my body greedy for him. His fingers play gently along my clit, teasing like fluttery wings, before the they plunge up inside me.

A gasp escapes my mouth.

“Oh god,” Logan says thickly, bringing his lips back to mine. “You keep making those noises and I won’t last very long.”

“You don’t have to last long,” I tell him, sucking in my breath as his fingers slowly withdraw. “Just fuck the hell out of me.”

I can’t even believe I said that but I’m so fucking crazed that I don’t care.

“A woman after my own heart,” he says before he's lowering his head to my breast, pulling the neckline of my dress to the side until my nipple is exposed and hardening in the air. His lips gently suck at the tip before he draws it into his mouth in one long, hard pull.

My back is arching for more and breathless groans are coaxed out of me. We're still standing in the middle of the living room and I'm not sure how much more I can take like this. I'm getting desperate for him in a way I never thought possible, an aching need that's clawing its way up through my core, turning every part of my body into an addict.

He pinches my nipple between his teeth and, as he does so, plunges his fingers back inside me, three of them this time. I expand around him, needing more. Every inch of my skin is on fire for him and only he can put out the flames.

“Fuck,” he growls as he withdraws his hand, putting his fingers into his mouth. He doesn't break eye contact as he tastes me, licking the side of his finger with his large tongue.

My eyes widen. In all the sex I've had in my life, I've never had anyone do something like that, and now it's Logan, Logan of all people, in front of me and he's breaking down my barriers and bringing me somewhere completely new.

Somewhere that still scares me.

Somewhere I need to be.

“Taste yourself,” he says before his mouth crashes against mine again. I'm salty, musky, slightly sweet as his tongue probes further against mine, whipping up my desire to the boiling point. This is already the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

Before I know what's happening, he's pushing me back, his massive body looming over me. “Get on the floor,” he says, his voice husky and rich, screaming of sex.