Page 48 of What It Means To Be Found

We blinked at each other, and the fact that I could barely make out the difference between his pupils and his dark brown irises gave me just the tiniest bit of confidence to breathe my next request. “More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Both of Logan’s hands came to cup my face as his lips slammed against mine. I gasped against him, my arms sliding up to wrap around his neck and my fingers scraping until they tangled themselves in his dark curls.

I swore I felt Logan’s lips pull back into a smile for the quickest second before he invaded my mouth with his tongue.

I groaned against it, the feel of his tongue sliding against mine in the slowest, most sexual passes made my skin heat. I gripped fistfuls of his hair as I tried to get closer, and he responded by lowering his hands to grip my waist, before pulling me over to his lap.

I was now straddling Logan’s lap.

Repeat, I was now straddling Logan’s lap.

“Of course, you’re an amazing kisser,” I gasped against his mouth quickly to catch my breath. I was only able to get a couple of lungfuls of air before he took my lips with his again. His deep rumble against my chest sent a buzz of electricity through my core, and I found myself shifting in his lap on instinct.

His hands gripped my hips tight, before they skimmed down my thighs, then back up around towards my ass. Before his hands could get their fill, they stopped right when his fingertips pressed into the swell of muscle.

He pulled away from me, his eyes meeting mine in a question.

Oh, this was how he asked for consent.

“Yes.” I shifted in his lap, an attempt at wiggling my butt enticingly.

Logan lifted a dark eyebrow, his face not convinced. I pictured him asking something like, Are you sure?

“Logan,” I released my grip on his hair and pressed my forehead to his, my hands sliding down his muscular arms until my fingers laced over his, guiding his hands to grip my flesh, “Grab my ass. Grab whatever you want. If I’m not into it, I’ll say so.”

Logan released a staggered breath as he squeezed the globes of my muscles of his own accord, and while he was busy playing with my ass, I allowed my hands the opportunity to slowly smooth their way back up his arms. The number of divots and muscles and tendons he had in each was wildly impressive and made my own arms feel 2D in comparison. I stopped when my hand reached his bicep, and I stared at how much paler my hand looked over his tanned skin.

I then glanced up to meet his dark gaze, and a wildly bold sentence blurted out of my lips before I could stop it. “You look so good underneath me.”

Logan blinked at me in surprise, and I felt all the blood on my face drain as horror and humiliation washed over me at my stupid ass statement.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I let go of his arms and covered my face with my hands. Good god, Lo, how much erotica have you been reading?

Logan kept one hand on my ass while the other slid up my back, hiking underneath my sleep tank, his lips tracing themselves near my ear.

Was I sweating?

I was such a dumbass.

I fell forward and hid my face and hands in his neck, mildly aware of the scars on his skin, and how the rough texture of them felt against the back of my hands.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I repeated the apology several times. “I don’t know why I said that. You’re just so handsome, and I’m not usually this focused on looks, but I saw my hand on your arm, and I didn’t mean—” Logan had released his grip on my ass to wrap his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me out of his shoulder just enough for his lips to slam back on mine again.

I was still embarrassed and mortified, but his kisses were so drugging that my head started spinning, and I was forgetting why I was so embarrassed after a few gasping passes of his tongue.

Finally, he tugged my neck back so that he could look at me. His lips were swollen and wet from our kisses, and his eyes looked like he was drugged. They were heavy and dark, and the way he licked his lips as he caught my gaze, made my heart skip.

“I’m sorry—” Logan shook his head once, making me snap my mouth shut.

It’s okay, Logan mouthed to me, he pulled his hand out from under the back of my tank as his lips quirked to the side, and then he blinked and I swore I could see a lightbulb light up in his head, Actually, no. Logan shook his head and lifted his hands in between us, slowly signing and mouthing his words to me, If you’re sorry, make it up to me.

I blinked.

He was trying to make a game. A sexy, super thrilling game I had every intention of participating in. He wasn’t scared off by my unsolicited dirty talk.

“Yes,” I nodded, my hands gripping the hem of his shirt, “I should. Definitely. How would you like me to do that?”

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