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Logan’s hands skimmed up my ribs, pulling my sweater up. Goose flesh appeared on my skin, the air cold as I arched into his touch, throwing my head back with a moan when his greedy mouth latched onto my lace bra, lips sucking and licking at my nipple.
“Logan,” I moaned, my hands holding him against me.
“I fucking love the way you say my name. But you can be a little louder than that, don’t you think?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my skin.
I shivered in his lap, acutely aware of the fact that I was close to naked while he was still fully clothed. There was something intimate and raw about the fact that I was writhing on top of him like I was in heat while he completely controlled my body.
He looked down, a smirk lighting up his face as he fingered the soft material of the white thong I wore. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he hooked a finger in the waistband and held it away from my body before letting it snap back against my sensitive skin. The low chuckle he gave when I jerked against the sting made my core clench.
“You’re so responsive,” he breathed. “I love it.”
Logan’s hair was soft as I ran my fingers through it and his body was hard underneath me. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans and I wiggled in his lap, moaning when he pushed his hips up.
“Now,” I gasped. “Logan, please.”
He smirked before pulling the cups of my bra down, my breasts pushed up and on display. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples I arched into his touch, my mouth falling open. The lightest touch or look from Logan had me aching, wanting him more than I wanted to take my next breath. It was wild and terrifying and gratifying all at once.
“Perfect,” he groaned and lashed his tongue against one sensitive peak. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I wanted to shake my head, I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t perfect. I was far from it, but the only sound that came out of my mouth was a whimper.
Logan slid one hand between us and his knuckles brushed against my center. I stiffened and he looked at me through his lashes before doing it again. It was torture, not nearly enough to get me off and he knew it. He was teasing me, seeing how far he could push me and I was completely lost to him. As he repeated the motion again and again my hips began to undulate, my nails biting into his shoulders through the material of the shirt he wore.
When he stopped, I nearly cried out. This was too much. My skin was sensitive and I was hyper aware of every part of us that touched. I let out a happy sigh when I heard the telltale pop and hiss of his zipper as he made quick work of shoving his jeans down his hips.
“Pull your panties to the side, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
If I wasn’t so far gone maybe I would have denied him. Or blushed. Hell, I probably would have done both. But I was aching for release and if I didn’t have Logan inside me within the next thirty seconds I was going to combust. So I hooked my fingers in my underwear and pulled them to the side, exposing myself to his hungry eyes.
“That’s my girl,” he nearly growled
, and the pure, feminine satisfaction that flew through me was empowering.
My eyes were fixated on his long fingers as he tore open a condom wrapper and quickly rolled it onto his length, pumping himself twice.
I lifted myself a little bit and he leaned back, his hands gripping my hips roughly as he lined himself up. He pulled my hips down at the same time he thrust up and a scream tore past my lips as he sheathed himself inside me.
“Logan,” I whispered shakily and tried to lift myself up, needing release.
His fingers dug into my hips so hard it hurt and he pressed his forehead against my chest, groaning. “Fucking ride me.”
We could have sat there for a minute or a day, I had no clue. But he pushed my limits, filled me to the brim and then some. His greedy hands slid around and cupped my butt, massaging and gripping me in a way that was both tender and possessive all at once.
Logan tilted his head up and caught my lips in a searing kiss as he guided my hips back and forth, swallowing my moans and gasps. When his teeth sunk into my bottom lip I gave a little bounce, loving the low groan that he gave me. I did it again, spurred on by the sounds he was making, rocking against him as I breathed out sighs of pleasure. Logan leaned back and looked at me with a heavy lidded gaze, his lips parting as I rode him.
When his thumb rubbed my clit in slow, torturous circles I cried out, slamming one hand up against the roof of the car, riding him harder. Faster. Chasing my orgasm like I’d die if I didn’t get it.
“Come for me,” Logan commanded through gritted teeth, his hips thrusting up. “Now, fuck, now. Come, Juliette.”
I was shaking on top of him and all it took was one more sharp thrust deep to my core and I was coming around him, on him, chanting his name over and over again. He followed soon after with a growl, eyes squeezed shut and and my name falling from his lips.
I collapsed against his chest, sweating and shaking. The windows were fogged and the air was thick as Logan slid his hands up my bare back and adjusted my sweater, pulling it down for me. The gesture was sweet and I found myself smiling against his chest, biting back surprised laughter as my sex fogged brain registered the fact that I’d just had sex in a parking garage. Someone could have seen us, or heard us, and I should have been mortified. But I wasn’t. I was just… content. Happy.
It was terrifying.
The way I felt for Logan was terrifying.
“My grandmother would have liked you,” I finally whispered, my voice hoarse.
