“Get on the couch,” he says. “Spread your legs.”
I turn around and stare openly at him. “What?”
He gives me a predatory half-smile as he gets to his feet and walks over. My eyes are drawn to his dick, of course, and the holy specimen of man that it’s attached to. Good lord, this man need to have statues erected in his honor. And that’s not just a play on words.
I sit on the couch, totally out of my element. I don’t spread my legs. Everything is so new and shocking, this side of him, how fast this is all moving.
As if he can read my thoughts, he stops in front of me and says. “I don’t know how long I have before you hate me all over again.”
There’s a gravity to his voice that wasn’t there before. The lust is put on the back burner and in his eyes I see a man who’s prepared to get hurt over me. A man who thinks tonight might be all he has left to lose.
I shake my head. “Logan…” I lick my lips. “I’m not going to hate you over this. I’ve…well, like you’ve been driving at these last few weeks, I’ve wanted this just as much as you. It’s just that—”
“Don’t say her name,” he says quickly. “Please. Just for the rest of the night. Don’t say her name. She doesn’t…this is about you and me right now and that’s it. That’s all there is. You and me. And if it’s not forever, then just for tonight.”
I nod. “I know.”
“So,” he goes on. “Spread your legs. Or I’ll do it for you.”
I raise my brow. This could get interesting.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
And so here I am, lying fully naked on Logan’s couch and he’s dropping to his knees in front of me, like I had dropped to my knees earlier. I know he’s told me to spread my legs, but that’s just a little too far out of my comfort zone—I mean, I just walked across his damn living room naked and totally thought I was going to die of embarrassment—but I can tell the man is up for a challenge.
That’s a bit of an understatement, too. The man wants a challenge.
He comes to the edge of the couch and leans over, kissing me. After how thoroughly he just fucked me, I didn’t think I’d still have that raw need pulsing through my veins, the kind that made me throw nearly all inhibitions to the wind, but clearly I do and all I need for that extra push is to have his warm tongue in my mouth.
Fuck, he tastes amazing. Our kisses are nothing but supernatural, this easy rhythm that we both fall into, kisses that invade my bloodstream and make me burn for him. I could eat him, he’s that addicting.
“God, I want to fuck you with my mouth,” he whispers against my gaping lips. “Everywhere.”
Yes. Yes, please.
He brings his lips and tongue down the length of my body, caressing my collarbone, my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m crazed, nearly mad with all the sensation. My fingers are desperate as they dig into the hard muscles of his back as he teasingly moves downward.
I shiver as his tongue skates over my stomach, my hips jerking as his beard brushes against my skin, contradicting the soft sweep of his lips. One of my hands makes a fist in his thick hair, the other grips the edge of the sofa. My body moves independent from me, a mind of its own. My hips rise again and again, desperately needing to feel his tongue between my legs.
Finally, his head settles between my thighs and I part them wider for him, thirsty with dire anticipation. He slowly parts me open with his hands, taking his time as he lets the rough pad of his fingertip brush over my sensitive, swollen flesh.
I’m groaning louder now. I don’t care. I have no shame.
Then his tongue snakes out, sliding along my clit and setting off the volcano inside me. My breath is shaking, unstable, my fingers clawing at him, at the couch. My hips lift up, wanting more of him. His tongue, inside me, deep as he can go. I want to know what it feels like for him to lap me up, uninhibited and wild, like I’m the world’s most decadent dessert.
Yes, yes, more, more.
More of this, from him.
Always.
He obliges, putting his mouth and lips into it and while I’m watching the beautiful sight of his head between my legs, he looks up. Those intense eyes are watching my every movement as he gives me more and more pleasure, his teeth razing over my clit, his tongue plunging deep inside.
It’s too intimate. He’s in too deep, into my deepest, darkest, most shameful parts, the ones I keep hidden. But I can’t look away. I can’t break his heated gaze. He’s seeing me, all of me, and I want him to. For once, I want him to see everything.
The wild, determined look in his eyes is enough to make me come. My body is doing everything it can to hold on, to prolong the pleasure, to never let the moment end. Yet at the same time I’m chasing my release, needing it like a drowning woman needs air. I need both and the duality is tearing me apart in the most delicious, torturous way.