Holy fuck.
Full, perfect tits are threatening to spill over a nude lace bra, and I quickly lean forward, wrapping my arm around her back to unclasp it with one hand. Goosebumps pebble along her chest, and she shivers as her nipples harden. “Absolutely perfect,” I praise, my gaze meeting hers as I bring my mouth to the taunting peak, flicking my tongue over it before sealing my lips around her nipple.
Her back arches as she presses closer to me and wraps a hand around the back of my head, holding my mouth to her.
My girl likes her nipples played with.
I’m not under any impression that this will be anything other than one night. If I knew I would have more time to learn her body and discover every little thing that sets her on fire, I would go slow.
But time is not a luxury I’ve been given. Instead, I need to devour everything she has to offer, starting with truly tasting her.
Chapter eight
Tessa
Logan’stongueishotagainst my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth, his other hand palming my breast while his fingers twist and flick. The contrasting sensations—sharp twinges of a deliciously subtle pain on one nipple and gentle soothing heat on the other—are unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He’s playing my body like a familiar instrument, one he’s spent countless hours mastering.
I want to ask him for more, but voicing my desires feels foreign.
As if sensing the words on the tip of my tongue, he pulls back with a pop. I moan as heat floods my core. Green eyes flick between mine, and for a moment, I wonder what’s running through his mind. Has he changed his mind about this? Then his arms are suddenly around my waist as he stands, lifting me from the couch. His name falls from my lips on an embarrassing squeal, my legs wrapping around his waist in an effort to stay upright.
A gentle laugh bursts free from his chest, his arms tightening around me. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t drop you. Just need you in my bed if I’m going to devour you properly.” His voice is a deep rumble, like thunder as it rolls in across a dark sky.
Okay, so this is really happening. It’s no big deal. People do this kind of thing all the time. I can do this. Iwantto do this.
There’s not a hint of doubt or hesitation coursing through my veins as he effortlessly carries me to his bedroom. The way he’s holding me gives me easy access to his neck, and I can’t resist taking advantage of the position. Leaning in, I press a kiss to the base of his throat, smiling to myself at the way his body shudders as he bites back a curse.
He throws me down onto his bed, and my hair fans out around me as I gaze up at him. Dark eyes dance over my body as his hands move to his belt. He undoes it quickly, and I fight back a moan at the way the leather makes ashicksound as he pulls it free.
I sit up on my forearms, watching his hand move to the front of his jeans. He has them undone and discarded a moment later, and my mouth waters at the sight of his straining erection against the dark fabric of his briefs.
A chuckle escapes him as he leans over me, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of me. “Still want this?” he asks, running his fingertips across one hip as his mouth brushes mine.
The fact that he cares enough to check in with me, to put my own needs and comfort above his desire, has my heart squeezing in my chest. I whimper as my body shudders, sinking into his touch. I feel ridiculous for being so on edge over the lightest touch, but I can’t help it. Every brush of his skin on mine sets my body on fire. Every heated gaze fans the flames. And all I want to do isburn.
“Yes,” I say softly, pushing every bit of confidence I can muster into the single syllable. Wanting to show him that I’m 100 percent on board, I lie back and lift my hips as I push my skirt down. Logan’s quick to take over, dragging it off my legs and tossing it to the ground.
Heat crawls over my cheeks as his eyes dip to my panty-clad pussy. They’re the same boring nude tone as my bra, but in my defense, I didn’t plan on anyone seeing them. If I’d had any idea that my night would end up here, I would’ve at least worn a thong or maybe a cute pair of cheeky panties. But of course, the first time I’m going to have sex with someone in god knows how long, I’m wearing a somewhat cuter pair of modest cotton panties. Bikini style and trimmed with lace, but still nowhere near sexy.
My stomach is soft, my thick hips and thighs are decorated with faded stretch marks, and even though I’m only thirty-one, my breasts aren’t nearly as perky as they used to be. Side effects of pregnancy and breastfeeding for nearly two years, I guess.
“I’m sorry I’m not wearing something a little more—”
“You’re beautiful,” he says, cutting off my self-conscious stream of thoughts. He places a gentle kiss just below my navel, and a shiver courses through me as he kisses across my abdomen. His fingers curl into the hem of my panties, and his eyes lift to mine before he yanks them off.
I gasp when the heat of his mouth brushes over my clit, my hips lifting to chase the sensation. “Please,” I beg, ignoring the twinge of embarrassment that swirls in my stomach. His tongue flicks the sensitive bud before he seals his lips around it, and I moan as my eyes roll back. Lifting a hand to the back of his head, my fingers tangle in his hair as I hold him to my core, grinding my pussy against his mouth.
He licks along my lips before his tongue dips inside of me, a moan emanating from his chest.
“Need you,” I breathe, tightening my hold on him.
He pulls back and replaces his mouth with his hand, slowly sliding two fingers into me as he watches. Dark green eyes trace my face, cataloging every expression before he leans over me and presses his lips to mine.
He tastes like me.
It sends a fresh wave of heat through my body, and I slip my hand beneath the waistband of his briefs to wrap my fingers around his cock.
A deep groan escapes him before he murmurs, “Condom,” and then slides off the bed. Logan's gaze holds mine as he removes his boxer briefs. His thumb teases across the tip of his cock, moving in a slow, tight circle to spread his pre-cum before giving his cock a few pumps. He breaks eye contact just long enough to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. I watch as he uses his teeth to tear open the foil packet and quickly rolls the condom on, all while his focus remains on me.
