Page 110 of Bloom: Part 1

“And you always wanted to be a doctor?”

“Not always. There was a time I wanted to be a clown.”

I laughed. “A clown?”

“What? You can’t love a clown?”

“Only if that clown is you. I can’t see it, though. You’re way too serious to be a clown.”

“I wasn’t always this serious. Once upon a time, I lived life to the fullest.”

“What changed?”

“Life.”

His answer was so simple, but it made me think. What kind of person would I have become if I’d had a normal childhood? What if Crowe had never found me? Would I have been left to fend for myself as the animal my parents had raised me to be?

A shiver ran down my spine.

“Cold?” He slipped his hand under my shirt and continued to stroke my back. Tingles spread through me as his fingers pressed into my naked flesh, generating a heat that chased away the chill. His touch was so comforting, so familiar. It was as if his fingers knew exactly where to roam to calm my restless thoughts.

“No.” I inched up his body and pressed kisses to his neck. “I’m so fucking glad I met you, Logan. Meeting you is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

He groaned and turned his head, capturing my lips with his. Our kiss was desperate and hungry. Whether from our precarious situation or the simple need to express our emotions,I didn’t know, nor did I care. He rolled us over so he lay on top of me, our bodies molding together as I clung to him, clutching his shirt.

“Logan.”

“Hmm.” He moved down my body, pressing kisses along my jawline and down my neck. “You’re so damn tempting. It was only a matter of time before I touched you.”

“Don’t just touch me.” I gasped for air, managing to suck in a breath before his teeth found the sensitive spot on my neck. “Logan, fuck me.”

“I don’t have any lube.”

“Is there no other way?” I was desperate and would take it any way he gave it to me. I was no stranger to pain, and this was Logan. Why shouldn’t I endure it for him?

“Spit, but it might still hurt. I can suck you off.”

“It’s not the same thing. I don’t care if it hurts. Logan, if this is our last time together, I don’t care how badly it hurts as long as I feel you inside me.”

He groaned. “I shouldn’t…” But he opened my pants and helped to pull them down to my thighs. I’d already ditched my underwear when I cleaned up earlier. “I won’t take them completely off in case…”

In case we needed to make a quick escape. We were already throwing caution to the wind by fucking while we were being hunted. But what better way to go than to be found wrapped up in each other?

Logan palmed my cock and leaned over me to kiss me again. He licked a path of brimstone and fire in my mouth. I bucked my hips against his hand, needing more. His free hand roamed under my shirt and over my chest, his fingers tracing the lines of my skin.

“We have to make this fast.”

“Yes.” I didn’t mind fast. I just wanted him inside my body. He helped me to my knees, and I braced my arms on the floor. We’d stripped the sheet from the bed and spread it out beneath us earlier. Logan’s groan sounded painful as he spread my cheeks.

“I wish I could see you properly. You’re so damn beautiful, Bloom. You deserve to be looked at and appreciated. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

My chest swelled at the awe in his tone. Only he could make me believe those words. I’d been so sure spreading myself open like this for a man was degrading. Little had I known how much I craved being on my knees for Logan.

His breath ghosted over my skin as he tugged the zipper of his fly open. He pressed a wet finger over my hole and shoved his thumb inside. I hissed at the intrusion, but my body was quick to accept the stinging pressure.

“That’s a good boy. Open up for me, my sweet little devil. Let me feel your hole stretch around my fingers.”

I whimpered as he worked me open with two fingers and enough saliva to run down my taint and cling to my balls. I reached beneath me to grab my balls and squeeze them.

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