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“Are you okay?” she asked hesitantly.
“No,” he answered truthfully, looking pointedly at the seat behind her.
She slid inside and he slammed her door shut before rounding the vehicle and jumping behind the wheel. He was home in five minutes and they were through the front door of his house exactly twenty seconds later.
“Logan,” she breathed.
Did she say his name out loud? Or had it been swallowed when he claimed the mouth he’d been dreaming about for days. He didn’t know and he sure as hell didn’t care. All that mattered was getting Billie naked so that he could touch her. See her.
So that he could love her.
She opened beneath him, her mouth hot and wet, and a shiver rolled over his skin as she moved against him. His fingers shook from the intensity of his feelings and he realized he was nervous.
Him. Logan Forest.
But damn, he wanted this to be better than good. Better than before. He wanted it to matter.
She tasted just as he remembered, hot and spicy but wi
th a hint of something sweet. He kissed her long and hard as if he could somehow convey the confused emotions he felt with his lips. His hands sought her breasts, his fingers like silk as he worked his way through her buttons until he was able to cup her fullness in his palm.
It was several minutes until he was able to tear himself from her mouth and lick the pebbled nipple that sat there, waiting for him.
He drew her into his mouth, pulling hard and grazing the edge of her nipple with his teeth. He loved that she hid nothing from him. She gasped and yanked on his head, pulling him closer.
“Are we going up to your bed-” she started to say, though she yelped when he nipped the underside of her breast.
“I can’t wait,” he said hoarsely.
He paused for a second, his chest tight, his thoughts and emotions overwhelmed with the need he felt for this woman. The craving. The absolute desire to possess her. To give her pleasure and know it was him that had given it to her and no one else.
“I can’t wait to see you,” he finished.
Logan slipped her blouse over her shoulders and deftly unclipped her bra—which was a miracle considering he was all jittery, like a damn teenager. And he knew he needed to keep a cool head because this was different. This night. This moment.
He couldn’t explain exactly the why or how of it, it just was.
The lamp in the hallway bathed Billie in a swath of light that fell over her skin in an ethereal wash. She didn’t say a word. She just stood before him, breasts bared, the nipples hard and wet from his mouth. Her hair fell in ripples over her shoulders and the sight of her like that, half dressed, body bathed in shadow and light, lips bruised from his own—was something he didn’t think he’d ever forget.
Her fingers were at the snap of her jeans but he pushed her hands away.
“No way, Barker, this is all mine.”
He tugged on her zipper—eyes widening—hell they nearly jumped out of his freaking head when he saw the surprise inside. She was completely naked.
Holy. Hell. Commando had never looked so good.
He kneeled and rolled her jeans down her hips and past her knees, where they bunched around her calves, his eyes fastened to the hot opening between her legs. If she moved she would fall and her hands fell on his shoulders for support.
Before she had a chance to steady herself his mouth opened over the part of her that she’d teased him with the night before—that sweet spot between her legs that had looked so damn hot via Skype. His tongue swept over her and when he reached around and cupped her sweet ass, she moaned and leaned into him.
She tasted like heaven, a womanly, heavenly musk that made him even harder as he inhaled her sweetness—her desire for him. When his teeth scraped the hard, swollen nub between her folds she would have fallen if not for his hands holding her in place.
He tasted her for the longest time, enjoying the sounds she made, and when he sank his tongue deep inside, when he slid a finger into her hotness, she groaned—and then came, shuddering into his mouth. That sweet sound she made at the back of her throat nearly did him in.
“Oh, Logan,” she breathed. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He couldn’t speak. Looking up into eyes that told him she was just as affected by him as he was by her, undid him. It tightened him up—everywhere—inside and out.
