Page 96 of Best Kept Secret
“Shower with me,” Logan whispers, his lips ghosting mine. “Let me love on you.”
I choke on a moan when his tongue licks into my mouth, desire curling in my stomach, and before I can even say yes, we’re moving, Logan carrying me down the hall and into our bedroom, his lips never once leaving mine. I know we desperately need to talk, but I don’t even think I could form words right now.
Placing me on the bathroom counter, Logan steps away, eyes blazing with intense, feral need as he walks backward into the shower, turning the water on. Then, still watching me, he reaches over his shoulder and tugs his sweatshirt off with one hand in a move that makes my thighs clench.
My eyes roam his body. Tight muscles move beneath smooth skin. Fuck.
With a knowing grin, as if he can hear my thoughts, Logan tucks his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pushes them down with his boxer briefs, and, again,fuck. Stalking toward me, he fists his long, thick cock and strokes it slowly a few times, eyes trailing down my body like he’s about to devour me.
He doesn’t say anything as he reaches out and lifts my sweatshirt up. I don’t say anything either, lifting my arms up and allowing him to pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Grinning at the sight of my bare breasts, Logan ducks down, gently trailing the flat of his tongue around one of my peaked nipples, his thumb and forefinger drawing torturous circles around the other, causing me to shiver, my head falling back.
As he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his hand trails down my stomach, stopping between my thighs, and with the slightest pressure, he drags his thick finger along the seam on my leggings, my hips bucking.
“Fuck, Red,” he husks against my nipple, pressing a soft kiss to the peak. “I can feel how soaked you are through your pants, baby.” He taps his finger against me, right over my clit, and my back arches. Eyes fixed on mine, he whispers, “So responsive,baby,” while circling over the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.
Kissing up my chest, my shoulder, my pulse point, he murmurs against my skin, “Stand up.”
Nervous despite the need that surges through me, I push off the counter, peering up at Logan through my lashes. He offers me a kind smile as he links his thumbs into the waist of my leggings, gently pulling them and my underwear down. And, crouched down in front of me, he keeps his eyes on mine as he trails up the insides of my thighs, hesitating at the juncture.
“Do you want me to take it out?” He quirks a brow.
“God, no.” I shake my head quickly, looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind, and he chuckles a low, rumbling laugh, pressing the softest of kisses to my hip bone before standing up to his full height, his hands holding my waist.
“Turn around,” I chide, feeling my cheeks flame.
With another snicker, Logan turns, and I’m momentarily distracted by his tight, firm, round ass as he steps into the shower, the water cascading down his strong back in hypnotizing rivulets.
I make quick work of removing my tampon, disposing of it in the trash and, with a deep breath, I check my reflection in the mirror, giving myself a quick mental pep talk.
He wants you.
And you’ve never been hornier than you are right now.
Quit being a little bitch.
It’s human nature.
People have sex on their period every day.
Maybe you’ll like it.
“Red, I’m waiting…” Logan taunts playfully.
Removing the scrunchie from my hair, I place it onto the counter and turn, finding Logan watching me through the glass, a glorious smile curling his lips while he slowly yet firmly strokes his rock-hard cock.
“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, walking into the shower, straight into Logan’s arms.
Snaking his hands around my waist, he wraps me up in his warmth, pulling me under the stream of steady water, his mouth sealing over mine with an all-consuming kiss. His tongue dances with my own, coaxing me, and I melt into him, all traces of my apprehension fading away into the steam as it swirls around us.
“Fuck, you’re everything, Red,” Logan groans when I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his length. “Shit.”
My pussy throbs, my clit thrums, and, as if he can sense my need, Logan’s hand finds my core, his thick finger slipping between my folds.
“No—” I stop him, my eyes wide.
He freezes, brow furrowing with obvious confusion.
