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I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Even if you make me run a fucking marathon."
I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips.
His grin widens, his strong hands pulling me even closer. "Now, where were we?"
Caught in this moment, I give in. "I think we were... right... here." The last word is barely a breath as our lips meet.
His lips are soft, warm, inviting. They coax mine open, and when our tongues finally meet, it's passion and yearning, intimate and raw.
Our tongues explore each other, each learning the texture and taste of the other. His tongue traces the contours of my mouth, caressing every corner. His taste - whiskey and pure, undiluted Logan - makes me moan into his mouth, pulling him closer, wanting more.
His hand moves up to my hair, gathering the strands into a firm grip. He gives a pull, tilting my head back and baring my neck. The suddenness scares me, my heartbeat kicking up. His eyes meet mine, knocking the breath out of me. For a moment, I'm unsure, but then a wild chuckle escapes my lips, my fear turning into pure passion for more of him.
Logan takes this as his invitation. His lips flow down my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses that send a shiver down my spine. I can't help but lean into him, my hands finding their way into his hair as he continues his path down my neck, setting my senses on fire.
"Mmmmm..."
His reaction to my sound is instantaneous, his body stiffening, his eyes darkening. "God, Bailey... you have no idea what you do to me."
His hands grip me tighter; my pleasure is the fuel to his fire. The power I held over him intoxicates me, emboldens me.
With a delicate pull, he slides down the zipper at the back of my dress. His fingers ease the fabric off my shoulders, the dress pooling at my waist. His heated gaze never leaves my eyes as he exposes my breasts.
A low appreciative growl resonates from his chest as he takes me in.
His eyes smolder with desire as he lowers his head. I gasp as his mouth descends onto one breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple. He lavishes it with attention, his teeth grazing before his lips close around it, suckling with a deep rhythm. His hand cups and kneads my other breast, thumb rubbing sensuous circles around the peak.
A moan escapes my lips as he continues to ravish me. I make more sounds, louder, needy, each one earning me a growl, a bite, a suck. Each one stoking the fire within him, each one making him lose himself a little bit more. And as he lost himself, I found myself.
"Mmmm... Logan."
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. "What was that?"
I swallow, my gaze locked on his. "Logan."
His eyes darken. "Say it again," he commands. His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me closer against him. The power in his voice, the demand in his gaze, it's enthralling, intoxicating, and I find myself eager to comply.
"Logan," I breathe again. His eyes blaze with a raw, primal need for me. His hands, rough and yet oh-so-gentle, move from my waist, tracing a path down to my thighs. My breath hitches as his fingertips tease the sensitive skin there, trailing dangerously close to the heat between my legs.
A surprise flashes across his face when he realizes I'm not wearing any underwear.
His touch falters for a moment. "Fuck, Bailey..." he groans, his voice thick with lust. "You're so goddamn sexy."
His hands tighten on my thighs, his words like a brand on my skin, making me feel desired, powerful, beautiful.
Logan's fingers slide lower, teasing the wet folds of my core. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. I gasp as two of his fingers plunge inside me, thrusting. His other hand comes up to my breast, his thumb gliding over my hardened nipple. The dual sensation is too much to bear.
"Logan... oh, God... Logan," I cry out.
He dips his head down, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive clit, and then his tongue is there, swirling, licking, driving me to the edge. His fingers thrust inside me, his tongue on my clit, pushing me higher and higher.
I throw my head back, my back arching as I scream his name, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. It's wild, it's passionate, it's Logan.
Logan lifts his head, his lips wet and glistening, his eyes dark with a feral need.
"You're fucking irresistible, Bailey." His hands caress my thighs, his fingers teasing my wetness. "I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now."
