Page 30 of Off the Ice

The low rasp in his voice set my skin on fire.

He broke the kiss just long enough to study me, his honey-colored eyes nearly black with want. “Ava,” he murmured, low and dangerous, “if this isn’t what you want, say it now. Because if I take you to bed, I’m not holding back. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

My body was already leaning into him, my thighs clenched, my heart in freefall. “It is,” I said, my voice shaking with how much I meant it. “I want you.”

That was all it took.

He lifted me with a growl, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the hallway. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing skin, making me gasp as he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name.”

The bedroom blurred around us. Floor-to-ceiling windows, crisp white sheets, dim city lights bleeding through the glass. But all I could see was him. Logan. Six-foot-five of simmering intensity. He set me down on the edge of the bed like I was breakable, then knelt in front of me like he was anything but gentle.

His fingers curled under my panties, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine.

“Take these off for me, baby,” he said, voice thick. “Wanna watch you strip just for me.”

Heat shot down my spine as I slid them off, inch by inch.

Logan’s gaze never left mine.

His jaw clenched like it physically hurt him to go slow.

“You’re fucking unreal,” he whispered, his lips brushing my knee, then higher. “You’ve been in my head for weeks.Every night. Every time I jerked off in the shower, I was thinking about how you’d taste.”

“Then show me,” I said, barely breathing.

That smirk, dark, devastating, spread across his face. But there was no cockiness in it now. Only heat. Raw, unfiltered want.

He stood, peeled the hoodie off over his head, then reached for my bra, tugging it down my arms with a reverence that made my throat go tight.

“Fuck,” he muttered, cupping my breasts in both hands, thumbs grazing over my nipples until I arched into his touch. “Look at you. You were made for my hands.”

Then his mouth was on me, neck, chest, licking a slow trail down the valley between my breasts.

“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he murmured against my skin. “Make you come so many times you’ll forget you lost uno.”

“I didn't lose!”

He grinned wickedly. “You will. When I stop.”

He pushed me gently back onto the bed and crawled over me, muscles flexing, eyes locked on mine. “Tell me you want me inside you, Ava. Say it.”

“I want you.”

“Say it dirtier.”

“I want your cock,” I whispered, boldness surging through me like a wave.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

Logan groaned like I’d physically knocked the air from his lungs. “Jesus Christ.”

His sweatpants hit the floor in one motion, and when he joined me on the bed, it wasn’t slow anymore. It was desperation. His hands roamed every inch of my body like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth found mine again, kissing me deep, possessive, and then he was between my thighs, his cock nudging at my entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough and full of need.

I met his eyes—and he pushed in, slow, thick, inch by inch, until I was full of him. Stretching me. Filling me.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned. “So tight. So wet. Mine.”

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