Page 95 of Sin Bin

He stroked her nipple with his tongue, sucking it to an even stiffer peak before biting into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh God,” she groaned, arching backward with her arms twisted around his neck. She wanted him to pull off her leggings and soaked panties. She wanted to feel the hot stroke of his tongue between her thighs, on the throbbing nub of her clit.

His mouth moved to her other breast, tormenting her nipple and making it ache with a need she’d never known before.

She was on the verge of begging him to screw her when he popped her nipple out of his mouth, then toppled her onto her back and sprawled heavily on top of her. Her breasts were flattened beneath his chest, his thick erection throbbing against her stomach. She slid a leg up around his waist, groaning when he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.

She writhed beneath him as their mouths met and parted feverishly, tongues stroking and swirling. She wrapped her other leg and both her arms around him, locking him in place as he ground his hips into that most needy part of her.

She was aching for him. Aching so bad she thought she would go insane if she couldn’t feel the heated length of his erection thrusting into her, riding her to orgasm.

He lifted his head, breath ragged, eyes burning fiercely. “Let’s find a bed and do this properly.”

The growled words had her womb spasming.

“Yes,” she agreed without hesitation. “Take me upstairs.”

He reared up from the couch, lifting her with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her legs around his waist, her hips rocking against his heavy erection.

He groaned, maneuvering around a recliner as he carried her across the room.

Just as they reached the stairs, they heard the loud crash of glass shattering on the floor above them.

Meadow gasped as Logan stopped in his tracks and stared down at her, his lids heavy, chest heaving.

She licked her lips and tentatively called up the stairs, “Aunt Rosalie?”

“Sorry,” her aunt called back in a slightly slurred voice. “I was just getting some wine and the glass slipped out of my hand. Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Meadow and Logan stared at each other, the fog slowly clearing from their lust-saturated brains.

“You should probably go.” Meadow could hear the regret in her voice and see it in his eyes as he reluctantly nodded.

She trembled as he put her down, letting her slide down the length of his body until she found her feet. But he didn’t immediately let her go.

“Wanna come back to my place so we can finish this?” he said in a smoky murmur.

Everything inside her screamed Hell yes!

But common sense prevailed. “I’d better not,” she whispered, crossing her arms over her naked breasts.

His eyes gleamed wickedly and his lips quirked. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“No, I suppose not.” Trying to ignore the gnawing ache festering inside her, she crossed the room to grab her T-shirt off the floor and put it back on. She tucked her bra into the waistband of her leggings, found her glasses and fumbled them onto her face.

“Can you get my phone?” Logan drawled.

She grabbed his phone off the coffee table and walked back over to give it to him. Then she glanced up the stairs, listening for any sounds. Hearing none, she assumed her aunt had gone back to her room.

“I think the coast is clear,” she told Logan.

“Lead the way.” He followed her up the stairs and down the hall to the front door.

Before she could unlock it, he hugged her close and murmured against her hair, “In case I haven’t already said it, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too,” she whispered into his chest.

She’d never meant anything more in her life.

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