Page 35 of Target Me
“Look how wet you are for me, my dirty girl. Do you want me to tongue fuck you good morning? Maybe I should wake you up like this every day. I’ll have you happily up before sunrise.”
I groaned. The image of him climbing into my bed, of waking up to him using my body, made me tingle in ways that felt shameful.
“Avery. Look at me.” Logan had paused, his face so close to my core I could feel his breath teasing over the heated flesh.
“There’s no shame in kink, okay? We haven’t discussed limits, we’ll do it today, but nothing you tell me will make me think any less of you. We’re all turned on by different things, and if we’re lucky, we find a partner that has similar interests. Don’t hide who you are from me.”
I nodded, releasing a long breath. No hiding. Okay.
“We good?” he asked, refusing to break eye contact.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
He smirked, hitching my hips up closer to his mouth.
“Excellent. Because despite your embarrassment, this pussy looks good enough to eat.”
I gasped, gripping his hair tightly as he thrust his tongue into my opening, rubbing his nose against my clit in circles that had me panting in seconds. I thought of how he’d worked my other hole last night and felt my body tighten, wishing he’d do it again. I’d never tried anal play before, but the sensation of his tongue probing the sensitive area had made me feel out of control. Frenzied in the best possible way.
I hoped it would be on the list he gave me. I couldn’t imagine working up the courage to ask him for it, but if I ticked it on a list with other things to try…
God, I was pathetic. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this kind of a relationship if I couldn’t even ask for something as simple as ass play.
Without warning, Logan nipped viciously at my clit, shocking me out of my funk.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, let it go or I’ll fuck you until you’re too blissed out to think.”
I bit my lip, tempted by the offer.
“Christ, Avery. Don’t look at me like that. I’ll get you off now, then we can get to that list and set some boundaries. If overstimulation is on your green light list, you’d best believe we’ll revisit this conversation.”
He lapped at my clit with hard strokes, pushing two, and then three fingers, inside me, stroking my g-spot until my vision went spotty and my body liquified. Afterward, he lifted me from the couch and carried me into the bathroom, sitting me on the toilet seat while he prepared the shower.
“Did you have any plans for today?” he asked, holding a hand underneath the stream of water to test the temperature.
“Seeing as I can’t leave the house? No. Not really. I’m looking forward to reading through that list, though.”
The grin he threw over his shoulder was just shy of boyish. It made him look more his age than I’d seen since we first met.
When the water was ready, he helped me move beneath the flow and pumped body wash into his hand.
“I can clean myself, you know.”
“I know,” he said, reaching out and running his hands over my neck and across my clavicle. With gentle strokes, he worked the soap into my front, and then back, stopping just above my ass.
“Lean back against the wall,” he instructed, kneeling at my feet and taking one foot in hand.
Working the muscles in my foot with firm strokes, he moved up my calves and thighs before gently cleaning my pussy and ass. Arousal burned through me, but nothing came of it. Once he’d ensured I was clean, he wrapped me in a towel, jumped back in, and did a much faster job of cleaning himself, then switched the water off.
“Actually, there’s one thing I wanted to ask.”
Logan paused in wrapping his hips in a towel.“What’s that, hen?”
God, why did that nickname do things to me? I needed to focus before I chickened out again. Chicken. I was damned if the name wasn’t fitting after all.
“I want you to find my mother. See if she is the one who has been following us. It doesn’t make sense, but after that phone call and what Damon found out…”
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his body as a slight tremor started in my arms.
