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“Logan…” I whisper, overwhelmed. Hearing his name leave my lips, he shivers. Both hands coil in my hair, angling my head for his taking, and I lock my eyes on his slightly parted lips. Logan’s hot breath teases my senses, but instead of making contact, he hovers just inches above me.
“Open your eyes for me and let me see those ocean blues,” he demands, and I comply. Our mouths are perfectly aligned, and I'm held captive by the intense gaze reaching into me. A jolt of surprise surges through me at the intimacy, feeling a thread pulling us closer. Only when he has my full attention does he kiss me.
Electric pulse zaps us at the contact, eliciting shivers run across my heated skin. I am too starved to hold back my responses. I take possession of his lips for a taste and my senses explode, filling me. Logan takes back control of our kiss, making slow sensual love to my mouth. It’s mind-blowing.
“Do you like this?” He smiles, satisfied with my reactions and compliance.
Sliding his hands down my body, he grabs my hips and presses me into his cock. I move up and down his hard length, desperate for friction, and Logan groans in pleasure. My pulse quickens, the blood running thick like syrup. I’m wild with desire. It feels incredible, sweet and carnal, so I indulge in a little sensual teasing. The throaty sounds he makes are encouraging me to do it again and again.
“Shall I stop,” I tease, and then close my eyes, chasing the sensation spreading through my body.
“Cassandra,” he whispers. “Baby, look at me.”
I focus on his green jewels changing, swirling with emotions, his face transformed into bliss. My body builds up with the sweet and rapid sensation spreading through my body.
“Please,” I beg him, delirious.
But the arrogant man is in no hurry to comply. Consumed by him, I feel like I am about to combust, or burst from a cage and taste freedom. Logan is composing perfect notes, manipulating and pulling my strings.
In frantic desperation, I’m climbing the mountain of ecstasy, fighting the maelstrom, begging to be set free. Passionate kisses are feeding me with his electric taste, building me up to the crescendo. I explode and sparks fill my vision. I lay my head on his shoulder, gasping for air, and surrender to inevitable fall.
The gentle strokes caressing my body bring me back from the blissful haze. I look up to find Logan watching me, and a happy and carefree smile transforms his face as our eyes meet. Instead of speaking, I lightly touch his full lips with my fingers. He shivers as I map the contour of his mouth, and I receive a husky groan in return. Continuing my exploration, I slide my fingers down his jaw to his steady pulse as an intense need compels me to bury my face there.
Logan pulls my whole body into him. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you, Angel?”
My smile on his pulse is the last thing I remember. Welcoming darkness claims me. We sleep, unmoving, in each other’s embrace.
Taste Of Your Lips
In the morning, I feel satisfied, and my limbs are surrounded are in a warm cocoon. Coaxing lips nuzzle my neck as the enticing scent of the male saturates my senses. He gently sucks on my skin, trying to get my attention.
Recalling yesterday, my blood heats up, and my cheeks grow warm. When Logan came into my room, with that kind of intensity, I realized I wouldn’t be able to tell him to leave. Or stop. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Not that I had a lot experience since I got married young.
I must have spaced out because next thing I know, he pulls me into him. I wrap my legs around his waist, laughing at his roguish expression.
“Hey, I thought I’d give you a proper good morning, since you’re ignoring me.” The sulky look on Logan’s face makes me giggle. The glint in his emerald green eyes is reflecting his wicked intentions.
“Logan,” I warn him, but he’s not listening.
Instead, he gathers me in his arms and takes us to the shower room. He sets me on the floor, there is a lingering question in his eyes about us getting more intimate. I am incapable of making a decision while he towers over me, dominating the small shower space.
“Do you mind if I take a shower on my own?” To my surprise, he doesn’t resist and leaves me alone.
I hang my aquamarine silk robe on the hook, and undress. I step inside and the warm spray pelts my skin. Suddenly, a solid male’s body presses against me from behind. Gasping, I freeze in shock.
“Don’t be afraid,” Logan says, his tone soothing. “I won’t touch you if that’s what you want. I just want to be close to you. This kind of intimacy is new to me as well, and I find myself unable to walk away.”
“Logan, we haven’t even slept together. I feel uncomfortable being naked around you, and asked for a little privacy,” I admit, pressing my palms to the wall for support. He lets out a frustrated growl. His stubble grazes my shoulder, but as promised, he doesn’t touch me any further.
“After last night, I thought you would trust me more,” he utters.
The hoarse timbre of Logan’s voice, and his nearness, makes me shiver. I press my head to the tiles, trying to find the strength to push him away. To be truthful, I do trust him on some level. I shouldn’t let him get his way, but I’m starving, and he is a mouthwatering buffet for my senses.
As if sensing my indecision, he softly demands, “Cassandra, turn around. Let me see you. I can make this experience incredible for us both.”
The longing in his voice does it. I turn around and let him see me in the soft blueish light. The water cascades down my body as I watch his reactions. His pupils dilate and lips part as he takes me in. He sucks in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and his hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. My gaze travels down his toned body, falling on his arousal. His impressive cock leaps and starts to pulse, begging for me.
Logan’s throat bobs as he swallows his desire. His impressive body is a solid work of art. It’s beyond arousing and exhilarating how he reacts to me. I lick my lips, and swallow hard in an attempt to soothe my suddenly dry throat. My knees become weak and I fight to keep my eyelids open. I sway, so he pulls me against his hard body. Vulnerable and naked, this feeling is invigorating me like an addictive force, desperate to claim the prize. And he is the prize.
