Page 50 of This Is Love
“I can’t.” His chest jerks, and I witness the hard swallow that travels down his corded throat. “Not when it’s you, Jax.” Then, quieter, he murmurs, “Not when it’syou.” We’re standing so close his lips brush mine as he repeats himself. His eyes roam over me, wary, but he doesn’t back down—he never has when I’m on the attack.
My eyes crash shut. But I don’twantto attack him for this. Don’t fucking have it in me. Because he doesn’t fucking deserve it. Heart thudding, my arms shoot out, and I grasp his hips, fingers depressing into his skin. With my jaw locking up, I don’t know how to tell him what I feel. But I can sure fucking show him. I roughly tug him to me, my lips a heat-seeking missile that won’t miss their intended target. Crushing my mouth to his, Imake him aware of everything racing through me with each kiss and nip and lick.
His body shudders in my hold as his hands drift up my bare chest, setting off sparks everywhere he touches me. As we ravage each other’s mouths, plundering with tongues and sharing breath, I grasp his shirt in my hands, tugging it upward, only breaking the kiss to tear it over his head. A half second later, we collide again, skin on skin.
Gasping for air, he whispers, “Fuck, Jax. I’m sorry. I knew you’d hate it.”
“Shut up. Show me how sorry you are.” And with that, I yank him with me, tumbling backward onto the bed, and bring his body down on top of mine. The sheer masculine weight of him makes me groan aloud, a strangled sound of pleasure that reverberates through the room.
Memories of the last time we went at each other in a hotel room spill through my mind, only then, I was the aggressor. The punisher.
This time, it’s not about that. It’s about showing him that I don’t fucking hate him. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
I need him in a soul-deep, heart-crushing way I never fathomed I would.
We grind together, the heat between us rising. His teeth sink into my neck, and he alternately sucks on my skin and teases me with his tongue. I grab his ass, holding us together as I thrust against him from below, and whip us into a frenzy.
“Yeees.” The word drags raggedly from his lips as we roll to our sides. His thick cock lines up so perfectly with mine, it makes the blood in my veins boil. It makes me sweat. It makes me goddamn needy for him.
And this dry humping action is hot, but it’s driving me right the fuck out of my mind. I want more. So much fucking more. I pause, staring at him from under hooded eyes. “I want you tofucking touch me. Need you.” The words come out gritty and raw and so fucking real, they knock the wind from me. My eyes bore into his, and I let him see the truth of what I’m asking. It’s there for him to decipher.
Knowing we’re about to find out how well my stepbrother really knows me has a zing of anticipation shooting down my spine, making my dick jump against him.
His wild blue eyes search my dark ones, and he quickly nods, heat flooding his gaze. In some sort of unspoken agreement, we release each other, both of us shoving at our joggers at the same time. We kick from the remainder of our clothing, then lie there for several seconds with our chests heaving, dicks out. Completely buck-ass naked. If anything has become clear to me, it’s that everything is shifting between us. Again.
Logan makes an abrupt roll, diving off the side of the bed. “The fuck?” I growl, frowning as he throws something onto the bed beside me. It takes a second for my brain to engage. I exhale hard. Lube.Holy fuck.
He crawls over to me, cock jutting from his groin as he lies beside me again. “I’m not saying that’s where we’re headed, but stopping to hunt for it is the least fucking fun thing ever.” Fisting my dick, he gives it a slow stroke before rasping, “Get outta your head.”
I groan at the feel of his hand on me, and the buzz shooting under my skin only gets more insistent when I look down to watch the way the muscles in his hand and forearm move as he knocks the breath from my lungs. I can’t help myself. It feels so damn good, I throw my head back, staring up at the ceiling to try to stop my world from spinning. But that’s not going to happen because if I face facts, I’m very sure I want Logan to send my world toppling right off its axis.
His dick is hard, sliding over my thigh, and I have the sudden need to touch him, too. “How fucking bad do you want me?” Igrit out, meeting his eyes, then grasp the back of his neck with one hand and slam my mouth to his. As we give in to instinct, our tongues exploring, I bring my other hand to his dick. He’s long and hard and so fucking thick, a deep groan rumbles inside my chest. The things I want… Oh, fuuuck.
Logan tears his mouth from mine. “How fucking bad do I want you?” His repeat of my question comes out on a growl as he climbs over me. “You’re about to find out. Spread your legs for me.”
I suck in a breath but shift them slightly. The second they part, he kneels between them, then taps the top of my thighs. “Bend your knees.” His eyes are alight with a fire that threatens to burn down this hotel room around our heads, and he watches as I obey his command, bringing my legs up and putting myself in the most vulnerable position I’ve ever been in before. He nods, his gaze roaming over me. My hard, dripping cock. My ass.
Leaning down, he takes my dick and slowly pumps it from base to tip, over and over, all while my heart trips all over itself inside my chest. And then his mouth is devouring me, and he sucks me so good, I could swear my eyes roll all the way back in my head. I’m in immediate danger of blowing my load. “Fuck,” I bite out, watching the expert way he handles me. I grunt, barely able to maintain any sense of composure.
But no sooner do I think I’ve got control over myself than the click of a cap opening is like a gunshot going off in the quiet room. My eyes widen involuntarily, and I find my breath caught within my lungs, like I’ve forgotten how to fucking breathe.
“You seemed to like it the last time I touched your ass. But say the word if you want me to stop.”
I don’t get more than a nod out when the cool, slippery lube on his fingertips comes into contact with my hole. “Jesus fucking Christ.” My chest jerks and my ass clenches at the sensation. Butit’s so good, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop a damn thing that comes out of my mouth.
Logan pauses. “Trust me?” I stare into his eyes, but when I don’t answer immediately, he comes down over my body, his fingers still circling my ass. “Trust me.” This time, it’s not a question but a demand.
I don’t know if I can find my voice, and my ears are ringing, my vision tunneling a bit at the rampage of sensations swamping me all at once. Finally, I manage to croak out, “I fucking do.”
“Good.” He nods, those pale eyes of his searing into me at close range.
“F-f-fuuuck,” I stutter as a fingertip enters my ass. I grip the front of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. “Kiss me. It makes me hot.”
A huffed sound bursts from him. “So long as you aren’t closing your eyes to forget who’s got their hands on you.” And with that, he turns up the intensity, teasing my lips, all while maintaining eye contact with me.
We’re caught up in the toughest staring contest I’ve ever taken part in when his finger slides farther into my ass. An immediate shudder of pleasure washes through me as he rubs the pad of his finger over a spot that makes me feel like my body is coming out of its skin. “Oh, fuck,” I heave out, gasping for air as my cock twitches, leaking onto my stomach.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
