Page 186 of Becoming Selfish

“Let me do it,” I beg. “I won’t get to see your body for more than a week. I need to memorize it.” Turning her back into my chest, I swiftly undoing the buttons of her coat, allowing it to pool at her feet.

But before I really touch her, I pause for a moment. “Logan, are you sure you’re okay? Last night you—”

“I’m fine, Eli.” She reaches behind, wrapping her hand around my neck, and pulling me into her. “I promise.”

My wanting lips connect to the thin skin of her pretty neck, feeling her rapidly rising pulse beneath them. Slipping my long fingers under her shirt, I explore her warm skin, feeling every rise and fall, and worshiping every dip and curve.

From behind, I run my hands up the length of her torso, cupping the lace of her bra. I smile into her neck, knowing exactly what she’s wearing, even though I can’t see it yet. She’s only worn this little number once before, and I swear to god I almost exploded at the sight of it on her toned body. It’s a simple black set, delicate lace that barely covers her perfect tits. She would never wear something like this for a long car ride except that she knew exactly what was going to happen when we got out of the truck.

“Fucking tease,” I whisper into her ear as my finger hooks over the top of her bra, grazing her taut nipple.

Logan throws her head back on my shoulder, ever so slightly backing her ass into my already present bulge. “There’s no teasing tonight. You can have all of me. Whatever you want.”

Allowing my fingertips to wander her body, I dip into her waistband ever so slightly, just to confirm she’s wearing the matching lace panties. I run my fingers over the texture as my forehead drops to Logan’s shoulder with a whimper. A fucking whimper. This woman turns me into putty in her hands. I have no control with her, and she knows it. She has me wrapped around her pretty little finger, and I’ll happily live out the rest of my life that way.

“What am I supposed to do for eight days without you?” I ask into her nape, unbuttoning her jeans as I do.

“I’m sure you guys will manage.” Her lips lift into a sneaky little smile as she reaches behind her and palms me through my pants.

“I’m going to be jerking off to the mental image of you in this little set the whole time.” I push her jeans over her ass, leaving them on the floor for her to step out of.

My hands find her soft thighs, my fingers grazing their length. I tease the fabric over her hips before ever so gently swiping over the warm wetness between her legs that’s already seeped through the delicate lace.

Another whimper. I’m fucking done tonight.

Lifting her shirt up and over her head, my hands run the length of her arms as I memorize every square inch of the most beautiful body I’ve ever laid eyes on. And not just because it’s smoking hot and perfectly formed for me, but because it’s Logan. The woman I’m unquestionably, undoubtedly, madly in love with.

My middle finger delicately traces the line from the dip between her breast, down her abdomen, until finally I can’t take it anymore and I need to see her. Turning her around to face me, my jaw slacks as I take in the golden-skinned beauty in front of me. Shiny red hair falls around her shoulders, cheeks and chest already pink and warm. Not to mention, the black lace that isn’t doing much to conceal two of my favorite things.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I tell her, my eyes finally landing on her green ones.

Her fingers sink into my messy hair, ever so slightly tugging at the roots. “The feeling is mutual, baby.”

I bend down, needing to taste her, needing her pouty lips on mine. It’s only been a few days since we had sex, and that’s not even what’s overwhelming me right now. It’s seeing Logan in my home this weekend, realizing what I already knew—that’s she’s it, that she belongs with me. That she’s mine forever.

Her hands swiftly unbutton my pants, dropping them to my ankles, the tight briefs not doing much of anything to hide how ready I am for her. She tugs at my shirt, asking me to remove the layer, which I quickly do, revealing my tattooed arm and rapidly rising and falling chest. Her fingers and eyes explore the ink, tracing the delicate lines just as she’s done so many times before.

I watch as she does it, knowing that one day the last bit of bare skin will be filled for her.

Picking her up, she wraps her long legs around my waist. I toss her on the bed, watching her bounce with an excited little smile dancing on her lips. I squeeze her thighs, my hands finding her hips as I pull her to me.

I sit back on my heels as I leave the lacy piece on, just for a moment, locking the mental image in my mind—Logan on her back, legs open wide for me, flimsy black fabric covering her pussy.

Curling my fingers around her panties, I pull them off in one fell swoop. Without missing a beat, I push her knees wide, first finding her with the swipe of my finger, her head falling back into the mattress as I do. I dip down, my warm breath causing her to jerk in anticipation, before pressing my needy lips to her center.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans, pushing my head down as she does.

My tongue flicks ever so gently, slowly killing her. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking into my face, begging for more as her knuckles turn white with the sheets in her hands.

“Do you want more?”

“We said we weren’t teasing tonight,” she reminds me between ragged breaths, her eyes screwed shut from the sensation of my meticulously torturous pace.

“Mmm,” I hum against her sex, causing Logan to twitch and wiggle beneath me. “You’re right.” I plunge two fingers into her as my mouth sucks at her clit.

“Oh, god,” she yelps from the sudden intrusion, her hips moving at the same tempo as my fingers, meeting them in pace.

If she’s as sexually pent up as I am right now, she’s not going to last long. I continue my movements. Sucking, flicking, circling with my tongue while my fingers move with intention—to bring her to the edge.

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