My eyebrows shoot up all the way to my hairline, and I let out an incredulous laugh. Then I narrow my eyes at him. “Stop making fun of me. C’mon, Logan, I’m serious; what’s your favorite movie?”
He pops a shoulder. “The Notebook.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being sincere or if you’re messing with me.”
His cheeks take a reddish hue. “I’m serious. What Allie andNoah had was raw and real, and it’s something I always wished for, a love that surpasses everything.”
“For real? But that’s such a chick flick. I was expecting you to say something action-packed…John Wickor something. Anything butthe Notebook. So, my mate is a closeted romantic.” A Cheshire cat grin spreads over my face.
“But don’t tell anyone that, especially my sister or Malik,” he blurts out. “I’m never going to hear the end of it. They’re going to make fun of me until the day I die.”
“Don’t worry,bebé. Your secret is safe with me.” I smile cheekily and wink at him.
“What’s yours?”
Biting my lip, I ponder my options because I love old movies, and there are some great ones to pick from. “The Shawshank Redemption,” I say finally and take the last sip of hot chocolate, placing the mug on the floor beside me. “Favorite food?”
“Steak, medium rare.”
“Such a simple man,” I quip.
He arches an eyebrow at me. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he unexpectedly grabs my legs and pulls me under him in one swift motion. A squeak ofsurprise leaves me as he traps me under his massive body. He dips down, burrows his nose in my hair, inhales deeply, and then exhales against the side of my neck before his teeth nip my earlobe. I shiver in response.
“You know what I love to eat more than steak? More than anything in the world,” he rumbles in my ear as his hands glide upward on my thighs.
My heart comes alive and skips a beat as my nipples draw into hard tips, rubbing on the thin material of the T-shirt I’m wearing. “What?” I breathe. I’m already dripping, and it only took him a few seconds to get me there.
“You,” he purrs, cupping my bare pussy with his big hand while sneaking the other beneath my T-shirt. He palms my breastand rubs the taut nipple between his fingers. Spikes of pleasure ripple through my entire body as he runs his middle finger along my soaked slit. “Mmm, is this all for me, little wolf?” he asks in a low, raspy voice when he dips it inside me. I release a shaky breath as blood thickens inside my veins like syrup.
After he pumps it a few times, he brings his hand to his mouth, and with his eyes focused on mine, he licks the soaked finger with a guttural sound of pleasure from deep within his chest as if I’m the best thing he has ever tasted. In the next second, he tears the T-shirt I’m wearing with his bare hands and exposes me to him completely. His eyes are liquid fire as he roves them lazily over my body. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His voice is dripping sex, wrapping around me like warm honey. When he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, my body bows off the floor. He starts sucking. Hard. The loud moan that leaves my parted lips bounces off the walls.
“And you’re all mine,” he breathes against my other nipple before he assaults it with maddening tongue circles.“Who do you belong to, Ava?”His voice breaks through the haze of desire only for a moment as I realize he just spoke to me in my mind.
“You, Logan! Only you.”
His answer is a deep throaty groan as he sucks and nips a trail with his delicious sinful mouth from my breasts to my pussy, his breath fanning over my clit before his tongue flattens against it.
“Logan,” I pant. “So good…please don’t stop!”
Next thing I know, Logan’s arms band around my waist. I’m lifted in the air and placed over his face at the same time he lies down beneath me, my center hovering over his mouth and my knees on either side of his cheeks.
“Um…what—”
“I want you to ride my face, baby,”he cuts me off by replying in my mind, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes.
I swallow and bite my lower lip, my hands turning clammy.“I don’t know how to. I’ve never done this before.”What if I suffocate him? If I put my weight on him with the size of my thighs…I know it’s not my best moment, but William the Turd’s words flash through my head.You’re a fat bitch.With them ringing in my ears,I try to get up, but Logan stops me swiftly, locking my hips over his face as his fingers bite into my skin.
“Ava, look at me! And don’t you dare move!”
Our gazes lock.
“I’ve been dreaming about this from the very first moment I saw you. So, grab the damn couch and use it for leverage as you slide over my mouth.”
“’Kay,” I say, still a bit unsure, and place my hands on the couch before I start grinding on his lips. His stubbled cheeks rub into my sensitive skin as he laps at my clit greedily, sending sparks of electricity through my every nerve ending. The angle is incredible, and Logan’s big hands are everywhere. Touching. Exploring. Guiding my hips, cupping my breasts, rubbing my nipples.
“I wish you could see yourself. You look like a goddess riding my face. My goddess. Give it all to me, baby. Suffocate me with your perfect thighs and come all over my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out when the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, blurring my vision, making my hips buck and my pussy spasm. Logan spears his tongue and fucks me with it as I break at the seams. A huge wave of ecstasy slams into me, and I cry out Logan’s name like a prayer.
