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Logan chuckles. “Is that right? Do you know what you taste like?”
“How can I know that?” I blush slightly. Taste myself? How was that possible?
He smiles and straightens from his slouching position. “Well, why don’t you take your panties off and I’ll show you.”
I’ve taken to wearing skirts on my “babysitting” nights as it makes things much quicker and easier.
“Yes, sir,” I say, grinning. He watches with hungry eyes as I kneel on the seat and reach up under my skirt. I pull my skimpy thong slowly down my thighs, then sit back to slip it and my skirt off my legs completely and toss them on the floor of the cab. Logan lets out a low growl and pushes me down on my back.
“I’m gonna eat you up, girl.” He places each of my feet on his shoulders, and I shiver in anticipation, my wet pussy exposed to the air. He lowers his head between my thighs, and I moan in ecstasy as he parts the curls of my pubic hair and his tongue finds my precious, needy bud. Instinctively I spread my knees wider apart to give him access.
I’m nearly undone already with the first few passes of his tongue across my clit. I take hold of his hair the same way he did mine, feeling its luxurious thickness between my fingers. He buries his face in my wetness, his lips, nose, and tongue all vying for their portion of my pussy meal. My clit is throbbing as he nudges and wiggles, the sensations a thousand times more powerful than the simple prodding of my own hand. I can’t hold back another second. I nearly pull his hair out as I surrender to orgasm with a wailing cry, “Logan…!”
His lips close around my bud, sucking gently as I ride out the waves of ecstasy. The next thing I know, he’s leaning over me, our lips hovering just millimeters apart.
“Here’s how you taste to me,” he whispers, then smothers me with a searing kiss, my juices coating both our faces. I’ve never felt anything so wildly erotic as our lips slip and slide in the slick product of my arousal. I know I’ll never want another man after Logan. He’s spoiled me for every other male on Earth. I think I love him, but don’t dare tell him so.
Darkness has fallen as we lie together on the seat of his truck in silence, our combined breathing clouding up every inch of windshield. The movie has started and illuminates blurry patches of light through the misted glass as it flickers. I have no idea what’s playing and care even less. All that matters is the man I’m with and the powerful feelings he stirs in me. I want to know everything about him, not just his body, as stellar as it is. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.
“Logan,” I whisper.
“What, honey.”
“What happened to Rose’s mother?”
He’s silent for a long moment, which tells me a lot, knowing what I know about human behavior. Clearly a subject he’s uncomfortable with, but I need to know.
“She’s not in the picture, Quinn.”
“I can see that. But why? I know it’s none of my business but…”
“She left,” Logan says quickly, as though to put an end to the conversation before it even begins. “Not long after Rose was born.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling snubbed by his terse answer. Now I’m certain the history isn’t a good one, but it’s hurtful for him to shut me out like this. He must realize the bigger question at hand, and why I need to ask it. “Did you have a difficult divorce?”
“We were never married,” he says, raising his head. “I’ve never been married—if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Partly,” I admit. “I guess I just feel sad that Rose doesn’t have her mom around.”
Again, he falls silent for a long moment.
“We do just fine without her,” he finally says.
I hear the defensiveness in his voice, and the psychologist in me rises again. “Sounds like she must have hurt you very much.”
“Jolene didn’t want kids. We didn’t plan it. Rose came along before we knew it. Then she took off. End of story.”
I wince inside; hearing a name makes her all too real. Jolene. I can’t imagine why any woman would abandon her own child, or this wonderful man holding me close in his arms.
“She left you just like that? With a newborn baby? Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry. That must have been awful for you.”
“Trust me, it was a good thing. She was an addict. She loved a needle and a bottle more than she loved either of us.”
“I can’t imagine you with someone like that,” I say, my heart breaking for him. “And she’s never tried to make contact?”
“Not until recently. She went into rehab and claims to be reformed, but I’m not buying it. There’s no way I’ll allow her to see Rose.”
“It may not be up to you, Logan. If she goes to the courts, she may have rights.”
