Page 108 of Sin Bin

An aroused sound hissed from him before he bit her bottom lip and growled hoarsely, “I wanna make you come again.”

“Please don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head weakly. “I don’t…I don’t think I can take another orgasm like that.”

His dark chuckle washed over her cheek as he nuzzled her. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman beg me not to give her an orgasm.”

“I’m sure it is.” She tried to send him a wry look, but her eyes were too glazed to pull it off. She swallowed hard and relaxed her thighs around his hand. “Can you, um, could you…” She flushed, unable to complete the request.

The wicked glint in his eyes told her he knew exactly what she wanted. Holding her gaze, he slowly removed his fingers from her body and brought them to his nose, breathing in her scent like a sommelier inhaling the aroma of a fine wine, letting it flood his senses.

“I love the way you smell.” His voice was low and smoky with want. “I bet you taste even better.”

She watched, breathless and hypnotized, as he slid his fingers between his lips, one by one, flicking his tongue over them, licking off the slick wetness of her juices.

The action was so carnal, so sinfully erotic, that her stomach muscles clenched and she had to squeeze her eyes shut as he groaned with dark pleasure.

For the first time ever, she understood how women became dickmatized. She hadn’t even had sex with Logan and he already had her under his spell. Sleeping with him would completely ruin her, she was sure of it.

“Look at me, Meadow.”

She dragged her eyes open and met his hooded gaze. He was still too close to her, the heat of his big body searing her nerve endings and scrambling her thoughts.

She put her hand on his hard chest and pushed. He didn’t budge.

“Logan.” His name tasted as dangerous as he looked in that moment. “Please.”

He watched the word fall from her lips, then lifted his eyes to hers and searched them for a long moment.

Finally he grunted and fell back in his seat, spreading his legs to make room for the massive erection tenting the front of his suit pants.

She jerked her eyes away and pulled her dress down, smoothing the material over her thighs.

Logan watched her hands almost enviously. “So what’re we gonna do about this? And don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about. This thing between us, this insanely hot chemistry we have. What’re we going to do about it?”

“We’re not going to do anything,” Meadow said simply. “You don’t do relationships, and I’m not looking for one.”

“We don’t have to be in a relationship to enjoy each other.”

She twisted her lips at him. “I’m not gonna be your fuck buddy.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, dammit.” He gave her a disgruntled frown. “I’ve never heard you drop the eff-bomb before. I don’t think I like it.”

She shot him a look of disbelief. “You drop eff-bombs all the time!”

“Of course I do. I’m a hockey player.”

“So?”

His lips slid into a crooked grin. “As the late Gordie Howe famously stated, ‘All hockey players are bilingual. They know English and profanity.’”

Meadow rolled her eyes. “The point is, I don’t want us to be fuck buddies or friends with benefits or whatever you choose to call it. I’m really enjoying our friendship—”

“So am I.”

“Good. Then you’ll agree that we should keep it platonic.”

---