Page 74 of Keepsake

My flush came with vengeance. I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. My cheeks warmed, and he groaned.

“Jesus, every time you blush, Logan.”

“What?” I asked with my mouth dry.

“I want to eat you whole.”

The hands lathering soap over my back, fell to my ass. He brought me closer. My legs fell open when he positioned his thigh right between them. His jeans were in contact with my clit and I couldn’t hold back. I whimpered, and he followed, his head falling down, his breathing coming out ragged.

“Be a good girl and ask me to check if you’re wet, Logan.”

My head tilted back. He looked down at me with his jaw set. I could tell him the truth. I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about his piercings and I barely held it together when he looked at me.

Now in his arms? I was melting. Something unraveled deep inside and all that heartache and the need to be the perfect Logan Hart was nowhere to be found.

“Alvaro?” I rasped.

“Tell me.” His voice was a whisper, low, so deep it vibrated within my chest.

“Check if I’m wet.”

In one quick move he pinned me against the tiles, shock leaving my body in the form of a gasp. Alvaro took my chin between his fingers angling me up like he was going to kiss me, but instead, he smirked. His thumb swiped across my bottom lip, and then he went on his knees.

This mountain of a man, the MMA fighter, kneeled in front of me. He pulled my leg over one shoulder, my hand holding to the other when I felt like falling.

My head bumped back with an audible thud when I felt his mouth taking me. Like he needed no invitation. He was Alvaro Castillo, after all. His tongue circled my clit just once before he sucked and my knees gave out completely.

Holding my leg with his palm, Alvaro chuckled between my legs. “Hold yourself together, Jefa. I’m just starting.”

A moan ripped from my throat as he kept working. Slow torturous swipes of his tongue, his arms built in muscle under my fingertips and my brain couldn’t connect I had Alvaro Castillo there.

It was the man from the tapes, the power in the MMA cage. He was older, stronger, and a force of nature. I watched a man three times my size last less than a minute against Alvaro.

And it was that man kneeling for me, making me moan like I never have for another man.

His mouth rested, taking a break from undoing me. He brought his thumb over my clit. “You taste so good, Logan. Tell me I can have it. I can drink from you as much as I crave.”

I wanted to tell him all that, but it only came out a whimper of his name, “Alvaro…”

“You’re pink everywhere.” He opened my pussy with his thumb and forefinger and slowly licked me. “That blush of yours makes me crazy. I want to see it on your cheeks, on your nipples.” He sucked again. “Look at you. Not so in control anymore, are you?”

That I could answer. I shook my head desperately. It was the furthest I’ve been from control. I couldn’t even talk or move if it wasn’t for him telling me what to do.

“I want you to let it go,” he said, teasing my clit. “I’m going to tell you what to do and you’ll just do it.”

I moaned louder. He licked me so good, and I couldn’t hold myself up when I felt his finger edging inside. He put two in at once, and I shuddered.

“Come on, Logan, trust that I have you. I know what you need. You can relax. You can let me take control because I’ve got you.”

No one ever had me. That took the breath out of me, and I looked down facing him with my eyebrows scrunched in question and he nodded, answering my silent question.

“I’ve got you. I’m going to make you come so good. I know what you need. Just trust me.”

Trusting was a dangerous game. I didn’t want to do much of that if I was being honest. But I never wanted to trust in something so badly in my life. My eyes pinned on him. I jerked a nod.

His fingers worked faster than ever, inside and out, as his tongue licked my clit in an unforgivable pace. Alvaro added another finger, making me cry out loud. Impossibly delicious. His fingers curved, hitting me in the right place, and I felt my throat scratch as I called his name.

“Logan, fuck…” he murmured between lavishing me with his tongue. It was like he needed to say my name.

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