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Despite the heavy conversation, his lips quirked. So feisty.
She leaned in, breathing right against his ear. “You are a good man, Logan. Nuh-uh,” she said when he started to argue. “I’m going to tell you this a lot. Until you start to believe it. You’re a good man. You’re honorable, strong, and you’d do anything for the people who matter to you. You’re a really good man.”
He swallowed. How could one woman’s softly spoken words have the power to break him?
“You don’t believe it, do you?”
He shook his head, afraid if he spoke, he’d beg her to tie herself to him forever. A good man. A good man would have taken better care of his dead friend’s wife. A good man wouldn’t have let her become so depressed, she killed herself.
“Then let me show you,” she whispered, then shocked the hell out of him.
Soft lips pressed against his. At once, he opened for her, allowing her to explore his mouth. And she did, kissing him with more tenderness than he’d have thought possible. But it didn’t remain that way. Seconds into it, her tongue became insistent, her lips firmed against his, and her tits pressed into his chest, pebbled nipples driving him wild.
Chloe canted her hips, dragging her soaking wet pussy into direct contact with his dick.
“Fuck,” he cried out. She was out of her mind if she thought he was strong enough to endure this.
“Touch me, Logan,” she pleaded against his mouth. “Put your hands all over me. I need you, now. I need your skin on mine. I need to be close to you. I need you inside me.”
And with those six sentences, Rocket was sunk. Chloe owned him. If she thought he’d do anything for those he cared about, she was dead wrong. For her, he’d fucking blow up the moon. Too bad the only explosion was going to be his heart when she was healed enough to realize she didn’t want an outlaw biker in her life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“STRADDLE ME,” ROCKET bit out, desperation bleeding through the command.
Chloe grabbed his shoulder, holding him on his side. “No,” she said.
He grew still. “Sorry,” he said as he started to scoot away.
“No!” she said again. “Don’t move away. That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to cuff you. I don’t want to be on top. I—can we stay like this. Facing each other?” Her cheeks burned so hot, she was beyond grateful for the minimal lighting.
“I want nothing more than to feel you all pressed against me, Chloe. We can do anything you want.”
“I want you like this.”
His erection lay trapped between them, so hard and heavy, Chloe’s sex clenched. Soon it would be inside her, bringing her the pleasure she craved.
Every word out of her mouth was genuine. With her entire heart, she believed Logan was a good man. Sure, he didn’t follow the letter of the law, but his worth couldn’t be judged only by the fact he was in an outlaw MC.
“Can I touch you? I’ve been dying to run my hands all over this gorgeous body.”
“Yes, please,” she breathed out, already anticipating his callused hands coasting over her skin.
He started slow, and so gently tears came to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. This was the time for pleasure and connection. He stroked down her shoulders, over her stomach, and up the sides of her breasts. Everywhere he touched fizzled where electricity remained, reminding her she was alive.
She was so wet, her juices had coated his thigh as well as her own. Chloe rubbed her slit against him. Tiny shocks of pleasure shot from her pussy all through her body.
“All that cream for me?” Logan asked.
“Yes. Just you. Always for you.”
A rumble sounded in his chest seconds before he smashed his mouth against hers. She met him head on, fighting for control of the kiss. Logan’s hands were everywhere with much bolder pressure than before. Squeezing her ass, stroking her thighs, and running up and down her sides until he finally palmed her breasts. Her nipples ached with a fierce need for attention. Logan must have sensed it. He chuckled into her mouth then pinched both nipples, twisting as he did. “This what you need?”
“Yes,” she said on a groan as she arched into his touch. He didn’t let up, tugging her nipples and rotating them between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth no longer on hers, he trailed a path of hot kisses from her jaw to her shoulder. Chloe’s mind spun at the onslaught of pleasure. Even though she’d had sex with Logan, even though he’d made her come at least once every time, something had been missing. This was it. The connection of two minds and bodies fully engaged with each other. Intertwined and losing themselves in the magic of touch. No handcuffs, no rules, no worry about control. Just need and want.
