Page 8 of Rediscovering Rubi

He got up and moved to her side of the table to bend over her and lift her chin. He kissed her, a soft press of his lips against hers, before she lifted her arms to pull him in. He deepenedthe kiss, his tongue wet and seeking, and there was a burning passion there they had been missing for too long.

She sighed against his mouth, and he pulled back to murmur, “Baby. You are still the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. And that kiss… fuck, it made me hard. Have you had enough to eat? Because I really need to take you back to bed. Right now.”

She smiled in answer, and he lifted her out of her chair, carrying her to the bed, where he laid her down. She loved the way he was moving right now. It was all a bit primal, the way he was using his big, muscled body, and she loved it—she always had. When she laid back against the pillows she saw the gleam in his eyes, and the hard press of his cock against the gray sweatpants he wore.

What was it about a hot man in gray sweats?

Her pussy was already swelling, going wet. Something had definitely reignited between them already.

This was the right thing to do. The right place to be.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and she marveled—as she always did—at his hard, muscular body, at the way the tattoo of the stylized Air Force insignia on his right biceps shifted as he moved. She’d always found his tattoos sexy as hell. His sweats came next, and he wore nothing underneath, his big cock springing free. He was rock-hard already, and simply seeing his hardness made her wetter. Needy.

He moved closer and stood over her for a few moments, his dark gaze locked on hers as he bent to untie the belt of her robe, then he pushed the terry cloth aside, baring the front of her body. She felt a surge of self-consciousness but tried to swallow it down. He’d said he still found her beautiful. She would have to start believing him, or they were going to get nowhere.

She pulled in a breath, held it, then blew it out.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice quiet, and yet the words, his tone of approval, went through her like a small shock of pleasure.

He knelt next to her on the mattress, leaning over her as he began to run his hands over her body, beginning with her shoulders, between her breasts, down her stomach. She wanted to clench her thighs together at the ache that had started between them, but she tried to hold still, watching him.

She saw his eyes go brighter, noticed him pausing to flex his fingers. Then he brushed his fingertips over her breasts, and desire was like a flame, scorching her skin, her nipples coming up into two hard points.

He let out a low growl as he bent to flick his tongue at one hardened tip, and she moaned as he drew it into his mouth to lick gently with his warm, wet tongue before sucking on it.

“Oh, yes… Logan…”

“Mmm, baby, you taste so good.”

He moved to the other side, running his hands over her flesh before bringing his mouth to her nipple and licking it, then sucking.

Sensation was hot, electric, and her pussy pulsed with need.

“Harder,” she said before she could stop herself.

He did, sucking and sucking while pleasure roamed through her system like some kind of liquid heat. Like a current that began to carry away all thought. And she made a decision to let it all go. To trust him, to hand it over to him, the way she’d said she would.

“Logan,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to ask me anything. I want you to just do it. I need you to.”

“Yeah, babygirl, you know I love being in command of your body. It’s been so long…”

He went back to work, one hand roaming over her needy flesh, her shoulders, over her ribs to her waist, then down toher thigh. He stroked her heated skin as he sucked harder and harder. It hurt, but the pain was so delicious, it sent her mind spinning. She fought the sensation for only a few moments before giving in to it. Giving in to him.

Logan.

She was so damn wet, so swollen and hurting with need she could barely stand it. When she went to wrap her arms around his neck, he grabbed her wrists and held them down on the bed. And she loved that sense of being under his command. Under his control.

Yes.

He let out a low growl as he released her nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. Even as excited as she was, she had to fight the urge to cover her stretch marks. But his mouth on her was too hot, the kisses and licks and nibbles he left trailing over her skin were so, so good. And very quickly she forgot to be self-conscious.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he told her, “Spread for me, babygirl,” and she did.

He nuzzled her mound, moved lower to leave soft, teasing kisses on the tops of her thighs, then moved between them. He paused there, and she felt his warm breath on her folds, and those moments of anticipation felt endless, as though she were suspended in time, waiting to have this hungry, driving need met.

He kissed her inner thigh, letting his tongue dart out before sucking her flesh there, then sinking his teeth in just enough to hurt.

“Oh! Yes.”

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