Page 13 of Knockin' on Heaven’s Noir

I feel him right behind me. I just have to lean back and I’m in his arms and still I don’t move.

“Logan…”

Small kisses along the back of my neck have me leaning my head back against his chest. Slowly, he turns me around until we are facing each other and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I upset the girls and then my sisters and I argued sort of. I just feel all confused.” I try to turn back around, but he doesn’t let me.

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.” I panic at the thought of him leaving me.

“What do you want, Phoebe?”

“I want to be yours. I want you to make me forget everything else. I don’t want to think past this weekend.”

“I can do all of that.” He kisses me hard and fast. “But I need you to understand that I’m looking way past this weekend and you are in everything I see.”

I kiss him back, unable to think about what he’s saying.

Slowly with his mouth on mine, he walks me back to the bed. He runs his hands up and down my body as he kisses me with a passion I’ve never experienced. When he pulls back, smiling down at me, I can barely catch my breath.

“I want to see you. Is that okay?”

“Yes, as long as I can see you too.”

“You can do whatever you want to me, baby.”

I slide my hands under the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He helps me pull it the rest of the way off. Holy freaking crap. Logan has muscles on top of muscles. I kind of thought he just worked in his office, but there’s no way he got those muscles from behind a desk.

I run my hand down the center of his six-pack, following it to the button on his jeans. “Take them off, Phoebe. Then it’s my turn.”

A shiver runs through me at the desire in his voice. I unbutton his jeans and tug them down his muscular thighs. He helps me get them off his legs and then he stands before me in a very tight pair of boxer briefs with hearts on them.

I giggle a bit.

“Most men don’t like to be giggled at when the woman they’re into sees them naked for the first time.” He picks me up and tosses me gently onto the bed.

“First, you aren’t naked. If you were I wouldn’t be giggling at the hearts on your underpants. Second, hearts?”

“I complained once about needing to order some new socks and underwear. The twins helped out and I ended up with a bunch of matching socks and boxer briefs with designs on them.”

I can’t control my laughter then. It’s funny, but also sweet that he wore them instead of throwing them out. He tickles me and we both laugh some more. I’ve never had fun like this with a man.

“Let me see what you have on underneath your T-shirt and jeans.” He whispers as he lifts my shirt over my head. He stares at my black lace bra before shaking his head a little. “You are so fucking gorgeous. Lift your hips so I can get the rest of this off.” He pulls my jeans off and also takes my black lace panties.

He reaches back and undoes my bra, I let the straps fall down my arm and he removes it from my body. My nipples immediately tighten under his gaze into tight berry peaks.

Logan leans down and runs his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Moaning at his first taste of my body. I can feel his hard cock against my leg, still trapped in it’s cotton prison. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.

“Do you think you can take these off?” I ask running my fingers under the waistband.

“No.”

“No?”

“If I do, I won’t be able to keep myself from moving inside of you. I want to taste you first.”

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