I didn’t resist when he pulled me closer, and I let my hand drop from his wrist. My senses were overloaded. The feel of his hand sliding down to the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine, his cologne combined with a scent that was singularly his own was intoxicating, and his piercing blue eyes shot straight to my soul as he lowered his head.
My eyes fluttered closed when his lips touched mine, and our kiss was gentle and sweet. The exploratory kiss turned more intense as his soft kisses became demanding. I opened my mouth against his, welcoming his velvety tongue, which caressed mine with growing urgency. Logan made a sound of approval deep in his throat when I pressed harder against him, pushing my tongue into his mouth as a fire ignited inside me. I wanted more of Logan. I wanted more than just his kisses and the feeling of his hard body against mine.
I wanted everything.
It was almost painful when Logan pulled back to break the kiss. Both of us were breathing heavily, and I could see the effort it took for Logan to stop by the tension on his face.
“We can’t continue if you’re going to stop me before I have all of you,” he warned, his voice raspy. “We either stop now or we don’t stop at all. I don’t think I’ll have enough control later on if you change your mind. Make the decision now.”
Instead of being put off by Logan’s words, the idea that he wanted me so badly made the flame of my desire burn even hotter. I was standing on a precipice looking down, and I knew if I jumped, there was no going back. I pushed away all the worries and doubts in my m
ind, and took the plunge.
“I don’t want to stop,” I said, surprised by how sure I was of this decision. “I’m tired of second-guessing everything I do. For once, I just want to be happy.”
The look of naked vulnerability on Logan’s face was heart shattering. “I’ll make you happy,” he vowed, his expression serious. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never regret being with me.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but any words I might have said were forgotten as he crushed his lips against mine. There was no longer any gentleness in our kiss. It was driven by pure lust and another emotion I didn’t want to put a label on. The only things that existed in that moment were his lips and his tongue and my aching need to be consumed by him.
I had to swallow a whimper when he broke the kiss. My lips almost felt bruised, yet I put pressure on the back of his head to urge him close again, needing to be connected to him.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said huskily. “We’re going to take this slow.”
He lifted me up into his arms with no warning and I squealed, grabbing onto his neck. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels,” I said, surprised that I could joke at a moment like this. “Except you’re supposed to be wearing a billowing white shirt and have long flowing hair.”
The side of Logan’s mouth quirked up as he strode into the bedroom. “I’ll try for the Fabio look next time. For now, you’re going to have to make do with just me.”
There was nothing “just” about Logan. My laughter vanished as he gently set me on the bed, his expression full of humor and desire. Any woman would be lucky to have a man like Logan look at her with that kind of expression. The fact that it was directed at me took my breath away.
“Logan,” I started, not sure of what I was going to say. I just felt like I had to say something, otherwise I would become lost in the tenderness of his gaze and lose myself forever.
“We’ve done enough talking,” he chided softly.
He turned on the lamp next to my bed, and I almost asked him to turn it off. Maybe this would be easier if we couldn’t see each other. The thought disappeared as he pressed me into the bed with the weight of his body.
“Let me love you.”
No vocabulary existed to express how those four words affected me, so I decided to let my body show him how badly I wanted him. He caught my mouth in a fierce kiss, and I eagerly slid my hands underneath his shirt, reveling in the warm muscles of his broad back. A shudder went through me when his mouth slowly trailed warm kisses down my neck as his hands pushed my shirt up. I arched my back to give him access to unhook my bra, but he just continued to kiss his way down to my belly button. My breasts were already heavy with arousal and straining against my bra, and I was desperate to feel his mouth and hands on them.
I almost sighed with relief when his mouth drifted up again. My hard nipples were clearly evident through my bra, and I moaned when he scraped his teeth against one aroused nub. The thin material of my bra seemed to heighten the sensation, and I strained towards him, silently asking for more. I cried out in satisfaction when he took the hard nipple into his mouth. I threaded my hands in his hair, urging him on although he needed no encouragement. I could feel the wetness of his tongue laving against me as if the fabric between my breast and the heat of his mouth didn’t exist.
I looked down at him, finding the sight of him sucking on my nipple through my bra insanely erotic. He kept his eyes on mine as he pulled the cup of my bra down to bare my breast. My nipple was achingly sensitive and the flick of his tongue against my naked flesh made me whimper. When he took it between his teeth and pulled gently but firmly, I felt the sensation shoot straight through me, and I was unable to suppress my cry.
“I love hearing the sounds you make,” he murmured. Before I could even try to put my thoughts in order to form a reply, he latched onto the nipple again, taking it deep into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” I pleaded, amazed at how his mouth on my breast could drive me so crazy. Logan pulled down the cup of my bra on my other breast and showed it the same attention. My nipples had always been sensitive, but I had never been so close to the edge just by having them sucked on. My body was flushed, and I felt hot and restless. I wanted to feel his skin against mine so I pulled at his shirt impatiently. I was rewarded by Logan lifting himself up momentarily to pull his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. My shirt and bra soon followed suit, and he leaned back to study me, his blue eyes intent.
I glanced down to see what he saw. My swollen breasts were tipped with dusky rose nipples that were clearly erect and wet from the ministrations of his mouth. A tinge of pink was evident where his mouth had suckled me, and I felt a thrill at seeing the evidence of his passion.
I reached up, gliding my hands against his warm chest, feeling a sudden urge to take my turn in tasting him. I slid my hands around to his back and pulled him down towards me, lifting my head to kiss the muscled planes of his chest. My tongue crept out to taste his warm flesh and his muscles jumped reflexively, encouraging me to continue. He groaned when my hands drifted lower to cup the hard length that was clearly evident through his jeans.
“Not so fast,” he said, catching my hands in his and moving them off. “If you keep that up I won’t be able to take my time.”
I pouted, wanting to touch him at my leisure, but that thought was soon forgotten when he pushed the heel of his hand between my legs. The pressure of it against my aching core made me lift my hips to push against it. I wanted more.
“I can already tell you’re wet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
His words were almost too much to bear, and I had to refrain from begging him to hurry as he unbuttoned my jeans and slowly unzipped them. I eagerly helped him pull them off so that I was wearing nothing but my panties.