Page 141 of Chaos At Second Sight

“No more?” His voice dipped deeper.

I giggled, snapping my knees together. “I’ll die.”

He grinned.

He crawled up my body and my palm drifted lazily down the planes of his chest, savoring the warmth. There was so much hard skin to touch, to explore, to memorize. Wait, what’s that?

“New tattoo?”

How had I missed it?

Stars. Eight of them, scattered between the tattooed cracks that marked the inside of his forearm, each a different size. “When…?”

Logan lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Remember the flight home from Scotland?”

I nodded, in a daze.

“You were sad the little stars you traced on my arm would disappear forever.” His thumb stroked mine. “I made sure they wouldn’t.”

My heart stumbled. “You did that…because of me?”

A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “I wasn’t joking when I told you you’re under my skin, Bunny Doc.”

“Logan…you didn’t have to. This is permanent!”

“So are you.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You told me your name means the first star of the evening.” His voice softened as my fingertips traced the stars on his forearm. “For me…you were the first light that found its way through the cracks of my life.”

“Logan…” I whispered.

“Lost for words, honey?” His voice was low and intimate. Nothing arrogant there.

“I think so.” My hand cupped his cheek and he leaned in as I smiled weakly. “You overwhelmed me again.”

He kissed my palm and nuzzled into it.

My fingers drifted down, tracing the hard line of his abs, walking lightly over his clenching muscles, and playing with the darker blond hair that trailed toward his groin.

Logan growled low in his throat and dropped his head to my shoulder.

My hand traveled farther south. “Your turn now.”

“Nah, you don’t need to—ah, fuck.”

He arched against me when my hand found his inhuman length, pulsing with desire for me and only me.

When did he get rid of his shorts? Not that I minded.

I brushed my thumb over the head, smooth as silk and yet hard as granite, smearing the bead of pre-cum there. Logan hissed as my hand got acquainted with him, but I only managed a few strokes before he snatched it away.

“Come here,” he grunted, rolling us so that I was on top of his stomach, my core dripping all over him.

He propped himself up onto his elbows, stroked my cheek, and kissed me with such devotion that it filled me with peace and passion at the same time.

“You do it.” His breath ghosted over my lips, voice rough with restraint. “You…take me the way you need. Take as much of me as you want. Just…” His eyes searched mine. “Please…take something.”

The husky plea instigated something deep in me. Primal.

Shaking with anticipation, I shifted above him, knees at either side of his hips, and reached between his thighs.