I let out a huff of laughter, a swell of pride filling my chest at how much he enjoyed our intimacy. “There’s one thing I can do for you, but you have to promise to lie really still.”
“I’ll be as still as a statue.”
Dammit, this went against everything I believed in, but his eager expression and soft eyes did me in. Why was I so weak to that puppy gaze? As long as he stayed still, he wouldn’t aggravate his wound.
“All right, but if you move an inch, you understand I’ll stop, right?”
“Yes, I’ll be as still as a mannequin, I swear.”
Now why the hell did that turn me on?
3
BLOOM
The squiggly lines on the heart monitor raced in tandem to the frantic beat of my heart. Logan was going to make me come. I never thought he would actually do it, even though I’d asked. He was too disciplined, too dedicated to his job, too respectful of his work to risk it, but he propped the chair under the door handle and returned to my side.
“How long do you think you’ll need?” he asked.
“Not long. I’ve been on edge since you walked in.”
Logan inhaled deeply, then let the breath out slowly. “For god’s sake, Bloom, please stop talking.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“Every time you open your mouth, I find myself doing something I shouldn’t. The worst part is that you don’t have a clue how much control you have over me. Do you?”
A warmth spread through me at his confession. I always thought I loved him more. Dr. Simms surely thought so, but from his earlier jealousy over Crowe and hearing the raw vulnerability in his voice, perhaps we were more even than I thought.
“Logan—”
“No.” He wagged his finger at me. “No more talking. You keep those honey sweet lips closed. Lie there on the hospital bed like the good boy I know you can be, and when you’re ready to release, come down my throat.”
Struck dumb from both his words and my eagerness to come after so long—dammit, a week was an eternity, and nobody could tell me otherwise—I lay back against the pillows. Logan took my hands and placed them above my head. He grasped the hem of the hospital gown and lifted it gently so his fingers grazed over my skin. Every nerve ending in my body came alive with a buzz like volts of electricity skittering beneath my flesh. I held my breath and stayed as still as I could. Now that I was exposed, nothing would stop me from feeling Logan’s mouth driving me to an orgasm.
“You know, sweetheart, I never once thought you’d become so needy for me, but I like it. Like how much you love it when I put you in my lap and play with your hole. Such a pity…”
His mouth enclosed over the head of my cock, and I didn’t see any pity at all. I saw myself as lucky, so damn lucky to have a man like Logan who made me feel so extraordinarily good with the way he handled my body. Whenever he touched me, I didn’t even feel like I owned me anymore.
I was his.
I never want to be anything else but his.
Logan expertly used his tongue to stroke me, even as he swallowed me farther to the back of his throat. So tempting to dig my fingers into his hair, pull his face to my pubes, and fuck his throat. But I loved it more when he was in control. When he decided it was time for me to come.
I tried to stifle my moans, but they rolled out anyway. Each gasp echoed against the walls. His mouth was so fucking good with him sucking on my cock, relentlessly bobbing his head. Theroom spun around me, and I squirmed beneath him. He placed a hand gently against my stomach, narrowing his eyes, reminding me of the promise I’d made to keep still.
He wasn’t playing fair. How could I keep still? I was heaving and panting like a racehorse. He dragged his lips, soft and insistent, up and down my shaft, the suction and heat making my toes curl.
Close.
I was so close.
A cry stuck inside my throat as the pleasure spiked. His rhythm was just right, his suction just strong enough. I bit my lower lip to muffle my sounds. The world blurred. The only thing that mattered was the pressure of Logan’s mouth. The doorknob rattled. Logan was too busy slurping me down in one swoop to notice.
Oh fuck.
I tried to stifle my moans. I really did, but my body spasmed. My climax rammed through me, sending waves of mind-numbing pleasure coursing through my veins. I jerked against the sheets, fisting my fingers in the cool material while my body convulsed. Logan’s grip on my hip tightened to anchor me against him, his mouth never once leaving me until he’d swallowed every drop.