I brought a hand down, helpless, unable to stop my fingers from lacing through his hair.
I turned my head sideways and caught sight of us in the mirror. Me with my leg thrown over his shoulder and his head buried between my thighs, my fingers speared through his hair. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My eyes looked fogged over . . . like they belonged to someone else entirely.
His mouth eased its pressure on me and I almost wept. So close. I was so close. My grip tightened on his hair as his tongue lightly played on my clit, the teasing strokes tormenting me.
I whimpered his name and he paused to look up at me.
His eyes went dark at whatever he saw in my face. “What do you want, Pearls? Do you want me to lick you harder?”
I nodded.
He ducked back down and drew me into his mouth with a deep, savoring pull. Still, it wasn’t enough and he knew it. My hips lifted in an effort to give him more of me, but he just lifted his gaze back to mine. “You want my mouth to fuck you?”
Oh. My. God.
My chest squeezed tight and I remembered his promise to say dirty things to me. He’d meant it.
I nodded.
“Let me hear you say it then, Pearls. Say: Fuck me with your mouth.”
I gulped. Oh. God.
His hand tightened where he held my thigh, each of his fingers an individual brand.
I moistened my lips and God help me if his blue eyes didn’t follow my tongue and darken even more. I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. “Fuck me with your mouth.”
My voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to me. It sounded tinny and faraway. Like I was some other girl pinned against a door with a hot guy between her thighs. And I was. This was not Georgia Robinson from Muskogee, Alabama. I wasn’t the lauded Principal Robinson’s daughter.
His mouth was on me again, and I bit my lip to stop from crying out. My head dropped back, rattling the door as my orgasm welled up inside me.
He knew exactly what to do. His lips and tongue flayed me until short gasps burst from my lips. I arched my spine off the door, my fingers splaying wide in his hair. The coil twisted and tightened as he worked me over.
A knock thumped on the door behind me. “Georgia, you in there?”
I slapped a hand over my mouth at the sound of Emerson’s voice, but Logan didn’t stop. If anything, his attentions grew more persistent, frantic, and hungry. He eased a finger inside me as his mouth lapped and sucked at me.
I shattered inside, shudders working up through me as Emerson knocked again, vibrating the wood behind me.
“Georgie?
“Be out in a second,” I croaked as Logan stood with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, letting my dress flutter back down over my thighs.
My chest heaved. I couldn’t meet his eyes. His fingers grasped my chin and forced me to look at him. “You go out first. I’ll follow later.”
I nodded jerkily and turned around, slipping out the door, my legs shaky as a leaf in the wind, but at least I was escaping his too-knowing stare.
Only that brought me face-to-face with Emerson.
“You okay?” Her keen gaze traveled over me.
I nodded, blocking the door. “Yes, fine, thanks.”
“You’ve been gone awhile.” She smiled ruefully. “Not hiding from your date, are you?”