Page 94 of Sin Bin

He nodded, lips twitching. “That was one helluva nap.”

“Seriously.” She glanced toward the staircase. “I wonder if my aunt is back from the gala.”

“I don’t know. I fell asleep not too long after you did.” Logan’s hand was still buried in her hair, and now his fingers were starting to massage her scalp. It felt so good she wanted to purr and stretch against him like a cat.

She should stop him. She should pull away and send him home. But she didn’t want to.

When he shifted on the couch, her eyes flickered down the length of his body. His abs weren’t the only part of him that were hard. When she saw the glaringly obvious bulge at his crotch, her throat locked.

She had a sudden fierce urge to slip her hand under his waistband and wrap her fingers around his meaty shaft. She wanted to stroke him, wanted to test the limits of that mammoth erection straining the front of his jeans.

As her sex tingled and came alive with excitement, she quickly looked up into his face.

He was watching her. His bedroom eyes taunted her with the promise of hot, sweaty, no-holds-barred sex.

She bit her lip, and her entire body trembled.

The space between them suddenly felt magnetized, every molecule of air quivering with electricity. She willed herself not to be pulled into his powerful force field, but she knew it was way too late.

His hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer until their breath mingled warmly and then their lips touched. She shivered at the connection, the promise of things to come.

Logan stared into her eyes as he brushed his mouth over hers in a slow, unhurried kiss that had heat balling in her tummy and little darts of fire licking along her skin.

She traced the tip of her tongue across the seam of his lips. He groaned softly and tightened his fingers in her hair, pulling her even closer. She trembled as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, sweeping his silky tongue inside her mouth. The erotic caress left her damp and throbbing between her legs.

She sucked on his tongue, the delicious taste of him exploding in her mouth. He shivered and sucked her tongue right back. And then they were holding each other tight and kissing with a sort of desperate frenzy, unable to tear their mouths apart.

With a rough sound, Logan pulled her up to straddle him. She gasped at the feel of her bottom pressed against his hard thighs and even harder cock. She wiggled her hips, instinctively rubbing her mound over him.

“Dios,” he rasped against her lips.

Straddling him, knees digging into the cushion, she ran her hands up his stubble-rough jaw and plunged them into his short silky hair. She felt him shudder before he made a sweetly anguished sound that reverberated through her body and touched off a firestorm in her blood.

With uncharacteristic recklessness, she chucked common sense out the window and surrendered her inhibitions as Logan kissed her deeper, his tongue stroking hers, his big hands sliding down her back to cup her ass and press her against his massive erection. She moaned with pleasure and pushed her breasts against his chest, increasing the contact between them.

Gasping, he broke the kiss to drag his mouth along her jaw and down to the hollow of her throat, where he nibbled and sucked the rapidly beating pulse there. Sensations rippled through her, nearly robbing her of breath.

She gripped his hair as her hips started moving, grinding on his cock.

He groaned against her neck, the sound so raw and primitive that she shivered. She was swollen and wet and needy, her clitoris throbbing and her blood pounding wildly in her veins. She’d never craved any man as much as she craved the one beneath her.

His fingers dug into her bottom, holding her tightly against him as she rocked her hips into his hardness, cursing the barrier of clothing that separated them.

As if he’d read her mind, he tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. She snatched off her glasses and flung them somewhere, not really caring where they landed.

Logan swallowed hard as he stared at her breasts swelling over the cups of her black bra, which was patterned with little pink flowers.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered roughly.

Her nipples were so hard she thought they would poke holes through the cotton material. Pulse racing out of control, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, watching Logan’s dark eyes glitter as she peeled the scrap of fabric away.

Her breasts spilled out into his ready hands. She released a shivery moan as he slowly caressed the aching mounds of flesh. The friction of his callused fingers caused a delicious tightening deep within her womb.

He stared at her breasts with hungry fascination while gently tracing the outline of her dark areolas, using his thumbs to tease the puckered nipples. “So beautiful.” His voice was reverent, his gaze worshipful. “So exquisitely perfect.”

Leaning forward, he drew the whole tip of her left breast into his mouth.

Gasping, she let her head fall back as pleasure sizzled through her like an electric jolt, shooting down through her stomach and plucking at her clit.

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