“It’s my fault,” I said. “I was the one who came here.”
His smile faded immediately. “It’s not your fault at all. Listen, I’m real sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured. My gaze couldn’t help but fall on the tangle of blankets that covered his erection. I thought of how it had felt against my ass. Hard like steel. Long and thick. “If you want…I could help you.” The words spilled out of me before I could stop myself. Maybe I was still half asleep. Or maybe I was delirious. Or maybe I just felt deeply, deeply lonely.
Logan’s eyes went wide as he realized what I meant. “What?No. No, no, no. You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” I found myself saying, inching closer. “You’ve been so kind to me. You let me stay in your house. You even let me sleep in your bed.”
“Willow.” He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t do any of that so you’d have to pay me back. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“But I want to do something for you,” I said. “I want to help you.”I want to feel useful. I want to feel needed.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He dropped his hand and I immediately missed the weight of it. He shook his head and something inside of me twisted.
“Am I not pretty enough?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Tim Carrington had abandoned me. And now Logan Carrington was rejecting me too. My eyes pricked. All I wanted was for someone to want me.
“What?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “No. Not at all. Willow, you’re…” his voice broke. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, right? Like, out of this world.”
But he’d still rejected me. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not,” he insisted. “I thought you were beautiful when you arrived at my doorstep. And then I immediately felt guilty because you’re my son’s girlfriend.”
“Was,” I corrected. “I was his girlfriend.”
He looked conflicted. “To be honest, there’s a part of me that really wants you to touch me. That part is screaming at me to say yes. I haven’t had a woman in years.” His voice was raw. “But it wouldn’t be right. You’ve had a distressing day. I can’t take advantage of you.”
“You wouldn’t be,” I insisted. It was true. Even though I’d had the worst day, I thought he was hot the moment I laid eyes on him. If we met under any other circumstances…“I want to do this for you. I want to show my appreciation.”
“You’re not obligated to.”
“I know. But I want to,” I said, voice full of conviction. Looking at him now, his hair slightly disheveled from sleep, I ached to touch him. And I couldn’t stop thinking about his heavy cock against my ass. “I want to. I really want to.” I leaned in closer, and caught Logan’s gaze flitter down my body, settling on my bare legs. “Please,” I whispered. “Please let me touch it.”
A range of emotions flashed over his face. I waited, heart pounding with anticipation.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, then shoved the covers aware, revealing the tent in his boxers. My mouth dropped open because I knew he was huge, but it was different seeing the long, thick outline.
I reached out and tugged his boxers down, and his cock sprung out, flushed a deep purplish-red at the tip and leaking slightly. I curled my hand around it, sucking in a sharp breath at how hot it felt underneath my palm.
Logan swore under his breath again. “Your hand feels really good,” he told me in a low voice.
That filled me with confidence. “I bet my mouth would feel even better,” I said, as I moved my hand up and down at a torturous pace.
“Willow.”
I looked up at him, blinking innocently. “Yes?”
But he didn’t have a response, just squeezed his eyes shut, and muttered, “fuck.”
I took that as an invitation, settling myself between his legs, lying against the soft sheets. I slid him into my mouth, tasting him against my tongue, then bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to create a suction sensation.
“Oh fuck. You’re such a good girl.”
I felt myself getting wet. Yes. That was all I ever wanted — for someone to praise me. I’d spent the day with my self-esteem and rock-bottom, but now I felt better. I felt…valued.
“You’re doing really good. Really fucking good. Oh fuck, yes. Suck my balls like that. Oh, god, that’s it.” His moans were deep, and the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “Can I…can I please put my hand on your hair?”
I took my mouth off to reply. “You can put your hand wherever you like.” I was slightly shocked at how submissive I sounded. I’d never been this way before, but being around Logan made me want to please him.
