He’s gentle at first, wanting to savor me and I him. Savoring every bit. But then it turns into a need that we both can’t seem to fill fast enough.
Cupping my face in his hands, mouth still locked on mine, he pulls me with him until I’m backed against the wall. “Fuck, Sora.” He releases me and we’re both trying to breathe again.
Our chests are rising and falling at a crazy rate and his eyes dart between mine, still hungry—still wanting more and this time it’smylips that meet his.
Everything goes out the window. My past. My abusive, manipulating husband. Everything. All that matters is the man who’s devouring my mouth like it’s all he’s ever wanted and me reciprocating the hell out of it.
Logan’s tongue finds mine and playfully teases as he pulls my body into him like he can’t get me close enough. My breasts smash into his chest and his erection grinds on me. His verylarge, solid erection.
Good God.
When Logan breaks us apart, he takes my dress ties that are securing my breasts in between his fingers. “Can I see you?”
“Yes! Please take it off,” I demand with tension—sexual tension.
In one smooth, fast motion, the ties come loose and I’m standing there with my breasts free.
Logan swallows and studies me like I’m the air he needs to breathe, and I want to bottle it up forever. “You are fucking everything, my dove. Perfect. Beautiful.Everything.” He takes both breasts in his hands, and I moan in contact. Erotic as he lightly plays with my perked nipples.
His teeth scrape my neck, and I almost lose it when he pulls the thin strap from my shoulder and places an intimate and romantic kiss on my bare skin.
My body turns into an inferno when he locks his gaze with mine, slowly removing the other strap and letting my dress fall to my feet.
I’m so glad I didn’t change.
Without a thought, I dip my hands into the sides of my underwear and take them off.
He growls, stepping back, taking his time tracing every inch of my naked body.
I grab his hand, positioning it beneath my breasts. “Touch me, Logan. Please fucking touch me.”
It’s instant. His hands are on me. Squeezing, groping in a way I don’t find one bit offensive, and I dig my nails into his back.
His hand glides down my body like it’s a valuable treasure and I suck in a breath from the overwhelming pleasure.
When I can’t take it anymore, I blurt out, “Take off your damn shirt. I need to see you. Ineedto feel you.”
Not having to beg, Logan tosses his T-shirt to the floor, and it joins my dress. I’ve seen Logan without a shirt before, but in this circumstance, like this, he’s a fucking God. My vagina thrums.
I trace the ink across his chest, then the ribbed muscles that line his abdomen. A hiss escapes him as I brush my finger across each line. This man is too sexy for his own good.
I make my way farther down and palm his length that tents inside his sweatpants. He’s hard, big, and the throbbing between my thighs is too much to endure. “There’s so much of you,” I tell him in admiration. I can practically feel the drool extending from my wet lips.
He grabs my waist, picking me up with no effort. My naked body is pressing against his bare chest, and the material of his sweatpants rub against my clit as I wrap my legs around him.The fire that is erupting within me is overwhelming and I moan, laying my head onto his shoulder.
I’m not entirely sure where he’s taking me until we hit the steps.
“I want you, Logan. So bad.”
His chest rumbles as we enter my bedroom. “I know. I can feel it. You’re soaked for me.”
There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants and the humiliation rushes over me.
“Oh.” I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, wanting to hide.
“No, dove. You on me… is the hottest thing ever.” He sets me down on the bed with my naked body on full display. “I want to make you feel good, Sora. I want you to come on my hand. On my tongue. I want you to moan my name and when I’m finished… you’ll have forgotten that piece of shit who calls you his wife. It’ll only ever be me you think about.”
This man is everything.
