Page 47 of The Write Off

I need dick the way someone dying of thirst in a desert needs a glass of water.

I bob on the balls of my feet on the elevator ride up. My little dress booties make clicking noises that echo in the small space. By the time the doors open and I walk down the hall to find Logan’s door, I still haven’t decided if I’m going to jump him before or after dinner.

The door opens and my host greets me wearing an apron and a smile. His face should be a national monument. Artists and sculptors should study it for centuries to come. I look at the striped gray apron he’s wearing but my eyes are drawn to what’s underneath it.

This is the second time I’ve seen Logan dressed casually. It should not come as a shock to my system. But here he is, taking up the entire doorway in jeans and a soft blue t-shirt that makes his arms look like cannons, and I am affected.

Before dinner. I’m definitely jumping him before dinner.

I step into the very grown-up looking condo, suddenly feeling unsure of myself. The tastefully decorated living room practically screams “I’ve got my life in order” and makes the apartment I was feeling so proud of resemble a college dorm room.

“You look lovely,” Logan says as he closes the door behind us. I slip my long coat off my shoulders, allowing him to take in my dress in all its glory. He swallows hard. “So lovely.”

Emboldened by his reaction, I kick my boots off my feet, toss the coat unceremoniously on the floor and launch myself at him with enough force that he has to take a step back to steady himself. He recovers quickly, holding me around the waist as our mouths meet.

I kiss him hard and fast, pouring every doubt and insecurity I’ve been feeling into it. He lowers me slowly, but continues to kiss me back, matching my desire, as I slide down his body. When my feet touch the floor I start to walk forward, my mouth still on his, until the back of his legs hit his couch.

I give his chest a firm shove and then he’s sitting before me, hair mussed from my fingers, eyes dark and hazy. I climb on top of him, straddling his lap and he pulls me down for another soul-searing kiss.

He smells like a field after a summer rain, fresh and masculine. I run my hands over his hard torso, eager to touch him anywhere and everywhere at once.

A kitchen timer sounds, making us pull apart, panting for breath. I feel him, hard beneath me and I start to think I may actually die if I have to stop.

“Dinner?” I ask, running his lower lip through my teeth.

“Yes,” he nods, his breathing ragged.

“It smells really good.” I roll my hips against him, causing both of us to moan.

“It’s actually much better reheated.” He grabs my hips, holding them firmly against him. “Fuck, Rilla, do that again.”

I comply, only this time I don’t stop. My hands gripping his shoulders, I grind up and down him, desperate for the friction from the fly of his jeans.

He slips his hands beneath the hem of my dress, pushing the skirt up around my hips. My skin practically sings at his touch.

“Have you been thinking about this all day?” His hands travel up my thighs, reaching around and grabbing my ass as I continue to rock against him.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?”

“Why? Dry humping on the couch isn’t doing it for you?”

The low chuckle that escapes him gives me chills. “I think it’s fairly evident that it is working for me. Although,” he slides the top of his fingers under the seam of my panties and runs them up my center, “there’s nothing dry about it.”

I gasp as two long fingers enter me. My inner muscles tighten and my thighs tremble. I can’t be this close to coming when we’ve barely started.

“I’m..ahhh..” I struggle to form words as he pumps in and out of me. “I’m supposed to be the one seducing you.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips lightly to my chest. “You’re doing so well, believe me,” he murmurs against the exposed skin. The combination of his mouth on my cleavage and his fingers inside me has my vision blurring. He curls his fingers and I moan loudly. “I love that sound, Rilla. All your sounds. I want to learn everything you like, every way to make you feel good so I can keep hearing them. You’re incredible.”

His words, so sweet and so sincere, will be my undoing. I’ve never felt so wanted. So adored. He looks at me like I’m the greatest thing he’s ever witnessed and it’s almost more than I can take. I’m feeling too much, too soon, like my head and my heart can’t absorb everything fast enough.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bedroom.” I almost can’t hear myself the way my heartbeat is pounding in my ears. I’m desperate to regain an ounce of control.

“Later. First I want to see how beautiful you look when you come all over my hand…”

Stars. I see actual stars, exploding flashes of light in my eyes as I come apart on top of him. I tremble on his lap as my release ebbs, his free arm pinning me to him, not letting me go.

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