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“Is something wrong?” he says.
Yes, yes, yes. I take his face in my hands and shake my head, knowing that everything is wrong, but it feels so right. “Keep going, Logan.”
“Oh, hell,” he groans as he slides his hand down my tights, beneath my underwear, finding my entrance and circling it with his finger. “You’re drenched for me. Come for me, Emma. Come and get your perfect hole even wetter for me.”
He pushes the heel of his hand against my clit as he slips inside me. I gasp and throw my arms around him as he gets steadily faster, kissing at the pleasure deep within and my clit at the same time. I try to keep my eyes on the living room, but it gets too intense.
I have to bury my face in his chest to stop myself from screaming. The orgasm is just pure heat, sweat coating every inch of me. It’s so much hotter than thinking of him was. It’s so much more primal. Wetness leaks out of me. I can feel it, the fluttering, the orgasm, wave after wave. I want to stay in this place forever.
Then Logan is growling, tugging at my dress. “S-stand up,” he says shakily, like he’s barely holding himself back.
“Logan, we…”Can’t, I try to make myself say, but then I’m doing as he says, climbing to my feet.
“What?” he asks, taking the hem of my dress.
I shake my head. He really should know that I’m a virgin. I don’t usually do this or knowhowto do it, but that’s crap. I follow my heart and the ache between my legs.
“We have to be quiet,” I whisper.
He nods, his lips shaping into a frown for a moment. However, once he’s pulled my dress over my head, his expression becomescompletecaptivation. I never knew a man could look at a woman like that, and not just any man. Logan Ice stares at me like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever had.
“Fucking. Hell.” He reaches forward and massages my breasts gently. “You’re so curvy. So perfect.”
“You like my body?” I whisper, tugging at his shirt, hoping he gets the hint. Weirdly, it would feel odd totellhim to take his top off. I don’t know why.
“I don’tlikeyour body,” he groans, fiddling with my bra strap. Nerves try to throttle me when my breasts bounce free. I’m also conscious that we can’t stay out here long, and if I think about it, I might stop. I don’t want to stop. “Your body is goddamn perfect.”
He grunts, leans down, and starts sucking on one of my nipples while rubbing the other. I moan and pull at his shirt. Finally, he gets the hint, standing up and pulling it over his head.
“Where should I go?” I whisper.
That frown again, like he knows why I’m rushing things and we have to stop. Right now, this moment, the one that just passed, and the next… Each one is a chance we’re willfully throwing away. A chance to do the right thing, but instead, he sinks his hands into my hips, lifts me, and gently lays me down on the table next to the fire. The flames kiss my naked skin.
What would we do if Dad came out here and saw his daughter lying naked on a table with his old best friend?We should go to the bedroom, I try to say. Then Logan has his hand on my pussy again, pushing two fingers inside me, gently moving in circles that have me on the edge again, ready to come for him and melt. Is this level of lust normal?
I lean up just enough to look at Logan’s body glistening in the firelight, the tight, muscled skin, a very faint smattering of hair across his chest. He keeps his eyes locked on me as he reaches down, unbuckles his belt, and frees his cock.
It springs free and massive. So big that his hand hardly wraps around it. The tip glistens with precome. I should tell him now. Can a virgin take that? But the thing is, we have to do this soon. We have to keep going. Any second, my life could change forever. Dad would never look at me the same again. What’s my plan for after this? I can’t afford to think about that, either.
“Your pussy is as perfect as the rest of you,” he snarls, pushing the helm of his huge, hard dick against my clit.
The waves of pleasure make it easier to ignore the doubt, my inexperience, and Dad. Shame on me that it helps me forget about my father and how much of a betrayal this is.
CHAPTERSIX
Logan
What thehellam I doing?
It all feels like it’s happened so fast. My head is beyond cloudy. It’s filled with thoughts of my woman, Emma. I feel like a beast, finally unchained after months of thinking about her. Pretending I’m not, even to myself, but imagining her in that tank top, her big, tasty-looking nipples poking through the material.
Now, Ihavetasted her nipples. She’s made me drunk. I’m high on her. My hand is still wet from her eager young pussy, the way she twitched for me, releasing her orgasm. She couldn’t have been more attractive if she was trying.
I massage her clit with my cock, looking down at her pink slit. I know I should get a condom. It would be the responsible thing, but I haven’t got one. I never needed to carry one. The second I leave this balcony, this fire, this interaction ends. We both know it. I can see it in her wide, excited eyes. This is wild and reckless. If we stop for a moment, we stop completely. Common sense will take over.
Moving my tip lower, I push it against her entrance. She’s so tight, kissing my head. She whimpers, shifting against me, her hands resting on her legs to help hold them in place. It’s so hot, her small hands disappearing into her thick thighs.
“You’re so tight,” I growl.
