Page 84 of The Way We Touch

Finally, we’re at his building, and the moment the Tahoe stops, he’s out of his seatbelt, helping me out of mine. Large hands span my waist, and his eagerness makes me laugh. It has my insides hot and slippery.

“What about my things?” My hands are on his shoulders as he helps me out.

“I’ve already paid Fred to get them to the doorman. He’ll have them delivered to my suite.” He practically carries me across the sidewalk.

“Welcome home, Mr. Logan.” A man in an embellished coat and hat holds the door as we hurry through it.

“Thanks, Klaus.” He barely gets the words out before we’re at the elevator.

He presses the button repeatedly, and I can’t stop laughing. “Are you going to throw me over your shoulder?”

“I might.” He turns to look at me, and the need in his eyes echoes mine, pulsing in my veins.

Seeing it reflected back at me is the most uniquely satisfying emotion I’ve ever experienced. He’s missed me as terribly as I’ve missed him, and as soon as the elevator door opens…

And we wait for an elderly lady to collect her little dog and pick up her umbrella and pick up her bag and double-check she didn’t leave anything behind and slowly exit the small compartment…

“It’s like she didn’t know she was getting off,” he mutters impatiently, and I have to hold my nose to keep from exploding with a laugh.

I can’t seem to stop the excitement bubbling higher in my chest. At last, we’re alone in the elevator, and he exhales a growl as he presses my back to the wall, covering my mouth with his and lifting me off my feet.

My fingers are in his hair, and our mouths consume as we shoot higher to his penthouse suite. We’re sloppy in our haste, licking and pulling each others’ lips. Nipping and breathing faster.

I barely hear the ding. I’m still wrapped around him, my mouth on his neck, as he crosses the short foyer and unlocks his door.

The door slams, as he carries me straight to his bedroom. With feverish haste, he rips off his blazer followed quickly by his black tee. A satisfied hum slips from my lips at the sight of his lined torso.

I’ve shoved off my leggings and my hoodie, and I’m ripping off my undershirt when large hands cover my hips.

“Oh,” I gasp as his lips touch my stomach.

“Give me this.” He rips my panties down, and his face is buried in my crotch as I drop my shirt to the floor.

“Logan!” I cry at the first pass of his tongue over my clit.

All the weeks we’ve been apart, the hours on the plane, the minutes driving here, getting up to this room, it’s burning anticipation, and it has me on the edge so fast. My lips part, and my legs are shaking. He doesn’t stop.

Large hands cup my ass, and he slips two fingers into my drenched core, forcing a deep moan from my chest.

“You’re so wet for me.” His mouth moves to the crease of my leg, and the scuff of his beard across my sensitive skin makes me gasp.

“I need you inside me.” I slide my hands over his shoulders. “It’s been too long.”

I need to feel his hard body pressed against mine, his hard cock inside me moving fast, feverish. He passes his tongue over my clit once more, and my thighs jump.

Standing, he catches me around the waist, pulling me tight against his body as we move higher onto the bed. My legs part, and he pauses, looking into my eyes. We discussed birth control, getting tested, and we shared our results.

“No more condoms?”

I cup his face in my hands, lifting my lips to his. “No more.”

With a groan, he captures my mouth, and our kiss is ravenous. We’re starving for each other. I lift my knees, and he reaches between us, lining up the tip. With a low groan, he presses into me slowly, stretching me wide, arching my back as he fills me.

“Oh, god,” I gasp as my pussy starts to spasm. “Logan…”

I’ve never been this way, responding to every breath, every touch, the smallest whisper. His mouth covers mine again as he starts to thrust. The way he fills me makes me cry out. My arms are around his neck, and I’m right on the edge.

“I’m going to come.” He groans. “You feel too good.”

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