Page 3 of No First Kisses

I keep my mouth shut, both furious with him and beyond aroused at the knowledge of what he is about to do to me. What I want him to do to me. All while I’m silent.

The low growl escaping his lips is my only warning before Logan bites into the back of my shoulder.

My responding whimper, combined with the way my chest and neck bend back, betrays the silence I’ve worked so hard to maintain. Logan’s chuckle, with his lips still pressed against my skin, is just one more example of how he can bend my body to his will. How I let him bend me to his will. How I want this.

“I’m going to love this, Poppy. More than usual.” His hand is still wound in my hair, and the other slips under my shirt, pushing the blankets down and the shirt up. “So goddamn perfect.”

When his hand unwraps slowly from my hair, Logan doesn’t waste any more time. He pushes the shirt the rest of the way up and yanks it over my head without missing a beat.

Left naked, my back to him and nothing but darkness surrounding us, my heart starts to pound even more in my chest.

“You like this, don’t you?” His question is nothing more than a whisper with his lips pressed against my ear.

Logan’s hands touch me everywhere, all at once. From the back of my neck and the curve under my ass, he moves them together, like he is tracing a well-worn path over my skin. Enough that I can do nothing more than let him. Let him touch, fondle, and caress my body, leaving me wanting and practically begging for more.

“Spread your legs for me, Poppy.” When I don’t move immediately, giving him what he wants, Logan slaps my ass.

The sting burns, but I’m already in a haze of pleasure and anticipation. While he soothes the area he just hit with a smooth hand, I feel Logan move down my body.

“You know I’ll move them myself, Poppy.” My core clenches when he does just that, and I reach for the pillow, knowing exactly what is coming next. “In fact, that might be more fun for both of us.”

Before I can get my hands wrapped around it, he flips me over, and the surprised squeak that leaves my lips causes a flush to rise in my cheeks.

“That’s better.”

In the darkness, I can only see his outline while my eyes struggle to adjust.

He loops my legs around his shoulders and lies completely on his stomach, pressing his face into my core. Sucking. Biting. Licking me until I’m crying out in pleasure.

“Oh. Yes. More.” I can’t stop the words, any more than I can stop the building orgasm from taking over a moment later. My hands bury themselves in his hair and I pull. Unaware of anything else for more than a minute, I have to catch my breath.

“Too much,” I mumble.

But Logan doesn’t stop. Instead, he kisses the inside of my thigh and moves up as he adjusts himself, pressing against my entrance and sliding in without any resistance.

“Told you,” he grunts once he is fully seated inside me, my walls convulsing around the intrusion. “You’re built for me, Poppy.”

Thrust.

“Perfect. Just perfect.”

He leans forward, hitting the most sensitive spot inside my body, while his hands wrap around mine.

A brutal kiss while he keeps thrusting is all I have, our bodies intertwined and moving together in a dance they’ve done for years.

Nothing is as good as the electricity that sparks between us. No amount of pizza or delicious food or alcohol can touch the roar of ecstasy coursing through my veins.

“Give it to me, Poppy,” Logan grunts. “Another one.”

“No,” I gasp in response. “More.”

He kisses me again, grinding into my body in a way that leaves me breathless and balancing on the edge that I’ve just denied.

“Look at me.”

I don’t realize that my eyes are closed until he says the words. Not only that, but he’s completely stopped moving while he waits for me to obey.

“Open those eyes and look at me.” His words reach into the pit of my soul and demand my attention to the point that my eyes snap open and lock on his.

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