With his eyes on mine, Logan takes a step back and watches as I slowly pull my shirt off and toss it to the floor, revealing the matching purple lace bra. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes travel over my body, lingering on every dip and curve. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful.” His gaze lingers as he unbuttons his pants and shoves them off.
The first time we were together feels like a distant memory, one that’s faded and blurred around the edges. I almost forgot how incredible his body is. His broad chest is covered in a smattering of dark hair, and lightly defined muscles guide my gaze down his torso until it lands on his cock, where it’s straining against his boxer briefs. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip as I continue my perusal of his body, my attention dropping to admire his thick, strong thighs before my eyes flick back up to meet his.
His throat clears, and heat rushes to my cheeks. “See something you like, baby?” He steps forward, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties.
“Maybe,” I tease, my arms winding around his neck, fingers curling through the strands of hair at his nape.
He bends down to brush his lips over mine, and the sensation sends another shiver rolling down my spine. My grip tightens as I smile and kiss him. He groans as one hand slides between my legs, his fingers teasing me through the delicate lace.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”
My breath hitches as he finds my clit through the fabric, middle finger moving in slow, deliberate circles. How is it possible that his touch feels this good and he hasn’t even properly touched me yet? I want to feel the rough pads of his fingers and hands on my skin, the heat of his mouth as it explores every inch of me, and more than anything, I want to feel him inside of me again.
No, not want.
Need.
When the last layer of clothing between us is finally removed, I sit on the edge of the bed and slowly scoot back toward the center. Forest-green eyes travel over my body, and my pussy clenches when his gaze settles between my legs.
“Logan,” I moan softly, leaning back on one hand as my knees fall to the sides, allowing him to fully see where I need him most.
The sound that he makes can only be described as a tortured groan.
Chapter twenty-two
Logan
Holyfuck.Thewaymy name sounds rolling off her tongue in that raspy moan of hers is almost enough to make me come on the spot. The way she’s sitting on the bed, her feet planted on the mattress with her legs spread wide and her wet pussy on display for me, has my mouth watering.
With my gaze locked on hers, I plant my hands on the edge of the bed and lean forward. “Careful, baby. Don’t tease me unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”
I watch as her legs tremble ever so slightly, my warning causing her to hesitate. The unsure look on her face lasts only a moment before she spreads them wider and stretches her arm out toward me, her fingers curling in a gesture that beckons me closer.
This version of her is addicting. I don’t know how I have managed to go weeks without seeing her like this, her perfect body on display for me as she asks for what she wants.
Crawling onto the bed, I position myself between her legs and wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping them open. I’m close enough to her pussy that I could easily stick my tongue out and tease her clit, but I don’t. Her eyes hold mine, those specks of gold in her irises burning bright with desire as a smirk curls at the corner of my lips. She groans, her hips lifting to chase my mouth.
I love her like this. Desperate for my touch and splayed out for me like a meal I can’t wait to fucking devour.
“Need something, darlin’?” I tease, adjusting my hold on her to move my hands closer to her cunt. There’s a large population of men who prefer women to be completely shaved or waxed, but that’s never been my thing. I lovethis. Trimmed dark hair guiding me to what I’m dying to taste, where I’m aching to be.
“Stop teasing me,” she bites out.
I shake my head as I click my tongue with atsk-tsk-tsksound. “So impatient.” Leaning in, I gently spread her open and swipe my tongue over her clit, pulling a soft gasp from her. “You’re so pretty like this, Tessa. So fucking needy for me.”
Her hips roll, chasing my mouth as a breathy whimper slips free.
Fuck. The sounds she makes drive me insane. I can’t hold back any longer. I don’twantto hold back. Torturously slow, I swirl the tip of my tongue around her swollen clit, drawing more sounds of pleasure from her. My cock is straining behind my briefs, and my hips grind against the bed, seeking the friction I desperately need, while I take my time tasting her pussy. A deep groan emanates from my chest as I run my tongue down her center, circling her entrance before kissing back up to her clit.
I would be happy to spend hours between her legs, worshiping her the way she deserves. Her chest rises and falls with panting breaths as she reaches down and rakes her nails over my scalp, grabbing my hair as she chases her release. A frustrated groan falls from her lips as I pull my mouth away, fingers circling her clit with a slow rhythm as my gaze travels up her body. “Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I said the same words to her the night we hooked up, but this time, there’s a new weight behind them. This time, I don’t mean only right now or just for tonight.
Her peaked nipples are begging for my attention, and I reach a hand up to pinch one and roll the rosy bud between two fingers. She moans, arching into my touch as her hold on my hair tightens, trying to guide my mouth back to her cunt.
“Logan, please,” she whimpers.
That’s all I wanted. Some darker part of me wanted to hear her beg for it, even though there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her right now.
