Page 60 of Best Kept Secret
“I do!” I sob, snapping my mouth shut when I realize I just said that out loud. Feeling my cheeks burn, I kind of want to hide inside my sweatshirt. But I don’t.
A Cheshire Cat grin spreads across Logan’s face. “Well, why didn’t you just say so, baby?”
My eyes widen as his hands skirt up my thighs, under the hem of my sweatshirt, and when I feel his fingers link into the waist of my underwear, I freeze because what the hell is happening?
Placing my hands over his, I stop him. “I’ve never done this before.”
His smile changes from smug to gentle, the heated look in his eyes softening some. “I know.”
“I don’t—” With an inward groan I roll my eyes at myself. Why is this so fucking embarrassing? “I don’t know what to do…” I admit sheepishly.
“You don’t need to do anything, Red,” he assures me. “Just take off your panties, sit back, and show me that perfect pussy I’ve been dreaming about eating ever since I licked your cum off my fingers back in Michigan.”
Oh. My. God.
As if I’m no longer in control of my own body, I shift my hips upwards, allowing Logan to drag my underwear down my legs. And then, with a look of utter adoration in his lust-filled gaze, I let him push my knees apart, biting hard on the inside of my cheek when I see his eyes drop from my mine to where I’m completely open to him in a way I’ve never been open to anyone before.
“Fuck’s sake…” Logan mutters, pushing his glasses up his nose and staring at my pussy. He looks up at me through his thick lashes, eyes suddenly glazed and heavy lidded. Licking his bottom lip again, he shakes his head. “You are going to be the fucking death of me, Red.”
I swallow hard, assuming that’s a good thing.
Removing his glasses, Logan lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, then lifts the other so that my foot is resting on the countertop, arms wrapping around my thighs. And when his fingers scissor me open, I should be mortified. I’m spread wide, and my most intimate parts are literally inches from his face. But with the way he’s looking at me, I’ve never felt so strong, so sexy, so empowered.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, inching closer and closer. When he blows a teasing hot breath over my core, I suck in a gasp, and he glances up at me with curious grin. “What’s got you so wet, baby?”
“Nutella,” I sass, unable to stop my smart mouth.
His low, devious chuckle does things to me I cannot even begin to explain, and when he leans in, I stop breathing altogether, my eyes rolling back in my head at the very first feel of his warm, wet tongue licking me firm all the way up to where my swollen clit is aching.
“Ohmygod,” I cry out.
Logan’s eyes remain fixed on mine, and watching him watch me as he circles my clit with his expert tongue is a new level of filthy I never knew I needed in my life. When he nibbles on my clit, sucking on it, my back arches, and I react in a way that would see me falling off the countertop if he didn’t have me pinned down by my thighs.
“Fuck,” I whisper between shuddering breaths.
He’s like a man possessed. The more he licks me, the more determined he is, his lips, tongue, even the bridge of his nose, working me over, growling at me, feasting on me like a man starved.
My body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of my skin prickling. My nipples ache, breasts heavy, and I push up under my sweater, pinching one of the peaked buds and rolling it between my fingers, desperate for some semblance of relief.
Watching me touch myself, Logan reaches a hand up under my sweater, palming my other breast, drawing teasing circles around the nipple with not nearly enough pressure.
“I’m so close already,” I whine, feeling my legs begin to quake as the familiar coil at the base of my spine begins to tighten. I want it so fucking bad, but I also never want it to end.
I rake my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. And when he moves his tongue in a way that sends a jolt straight up my spine, I tug at his longer lengths, holding him against me, and he groans, heightening the sensation. “Oh, my God, yes. Please keep doing that!”
“Pull my fucking hair again,” Logan rasps against me, moaning when I comply.
My hips shift, seeking more, and the noises I’m making don’t even sound like me. I’m feral, unbridled, absolutely unhinged in the best way.
Logan’s eyes shine up at me, heat and possessiveness and a hint of mirth in his gaze. And right as he pinches my nipple, almost to the point of pain, he sucks my clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, and everything around me grows cloudy, the world slipping away as I fall back onto to the counter, writhing uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt tears through me, taking everything and leaving me a boneless mess of quivering limbs until I almost black out completely.
It's only when I feel Logan’s warmth wrap around me that I open my eyes, finding him leaning over me, strong arms bracketed on either side my head, intoxicating scent enveloping me, lulling me into a dazed, dream-like state.
His lips and chin are glistening, and I know it’s from me, but I don’t care. I probably should, but I don’t. At all. Instead, I smile a no doubt dopey ass grin that makes him chuckle.
“You okay?”
“I think that’s my new favorite thing,” I say, my voice all light and airy, like I’ve just smoked a full blunt, despite never smoking weed before in my life.
