Page 78 of Two to Tango

I lean in closer, feasting on her like I can’t get enough, and she falls back. Stretched out, dress bunched around her waist, her lips parted in pleasure.

“You laid out on this table is a visual I never knew I needed.”

She laughs, that bright, happy laugh, and I bring my mouth to her again, licking every inch of her with even more desperation. Her groan is louder as she pulls at the strands of my hair, and I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life.

I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I wrap her legs around me, my fingers dig into her thighs, and my tongue devours her until I hear her begging. And then I go harder.

Her legs are trembling, body moving to meet my mouth. I press down on her hips to keep them steady.

“Logan, please,please, I’m going to—”

When she comes, I keep my mouth on her as she cries out, laid out and shaking on my dining table. I’ll never fucking get over it.

I stand up quickly, the chair skidding behind me, as I pick her up and take her to my room. She’s flushed, eyes hooded as she looks at me.

“Where are we going?”

“To a proper bed.”

She giggles in my ear, and it’s so sweet. So perfect like every other part of her.

I set her down gently and undo the bow of her dress. It opens up like a robe, leaving her half naked in the middle of my bed.

“Fuck. Look at you.”

She lets the dress fall down her arms, tossing it to the side. Then she unhooks her bra and lets it fall in the same pile.

“Let me see you,” she whispers like a plea, reaching for the band of my sweatpants.

I don’t hesitate as I pull them off, along with my shirt, throwing them wherever. I step closer to her, and she watches me, eyes seemingly studying every inch of my body. The shift in the room is almost palpable, thick. There’s that zing of awareness again, that feeling I get whenever I’m near her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I already did,” she laughs.

“Tell me again.” I kneel on the bed, hovering over her.

“I want you.”

“Me?” I ask against her mouth.

“Yes. You.” She runs her hands down my chest.

“I don’t want to be your secret anymore,” I suddenly confess.

She looks surprised when I say it, but I kiss her softly before she can say anything else. Still, she kisses me back and whispers, “Okay.”

“I want to be inside you,” I confess again.

“I want that, too,” she says, clutching my shoulders, wrapping her legs around me.

I reach for my drawer to get a condom. She keeps her eyes on me as I rip it open and roll it on. And when I slide into her, it immediately feels like home. I’m drowning in how good she feels, just like this.

“Do you have any idea how incredible you feel?”

I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting. Her hand flies to the back of my head, keeping me there.

“Fuck, Logan,” she pants out, as I thrust into her.

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