Page 26 of Logan
Clothes are gone in frantic pulls, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with our ragged breaths. He carries me, kicking open a door, and drops me onto his bed.
“Goddamn.” His voice is thick as his mouth trails along my collarbone. “Be patient. I have every intention of taking mytime.” It’s all he says before his head lowers to my chest. He trails light kisses across my collarbone causing me to squirm underneath him.
Every kiss, every graze of his mouth down my body is a brand. When he reaches my hips, he lingers, breathing me in before tasting me with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue.
He moves down me slowly stopping at each breast closing his mouth around my nipples nipping and sucking until I’m so far arched off the bed I must look possessed. I need him. Now. Logan laughs a bit as he continues his path down my body. When he gets to my hips he kisses the line leading from one to the other. He slowly moves down to my core and for a minute his touch completely disappears. I feel his breath on me but that’s it. I look down at him and in that instance our eyes meet. Logan lowers his head down to me the entire time keeping his eyes on mine. His tongue darts out to taste me in one long swipe and it is the hottest fucking thing I have ever watched. Keeping my attention his finger dips into me and I gasp at the intrusion.
“You are mine, Kenzie. You always have been.” The way he says it, low and certain, has me trembling.
Two fingers now and I can feel myself building. When I’m on the edge, he stops, forcing me to look at him. “Say it.” He says as his hooded eyes watch me.
“What?” I’m so pent up that I can barely think straight.
“Say you’re mine.” His finger trails my thigh completely setting me on fire.
“Stop screwing around Logan, it’s not funny.” My hands fist the sheets below me.
“Not fucking laughing. You want this. You want me. Tell me.” His hand completely withdraws from my skin and instantly I want to reach for him.
Logan Pearce will be the goddamn death of me. I look at him and the devilish smile on his perfect fucking face.
I glare, but my voice comes out low, shaky. “I’m yours.”
His smile is dark satisfaction. “Remember that.”
Before I can respond his mouth and hands are on me licking, sucking, stroking and I’m exploding underneath him feeling like I’m falling off the damn Empire State Building.
“Fucking hell.”I look up and he’s standing between my legs. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. His fingers come up to his mouth and as he licks the wetness off each one my need for him only intensifies.
I lean up grabbing his neck and bringing him to me. Crashing my mouth against his. He pulls away and moves onto the bed kneeling his hands grip me under my arms and lift me as if I’m light as a feather.
“Turn around.” It’s not a question it’s a command and at this point I’m so goddamn horny I would do whatever the fuck he wanted.
His fingertips trail down my spine before resting on my ass. I feel him at my opening and push myself against him. His hand reaches down to my ponytail and he pulls it until I’m kneeling and flush against him. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Will you stop being a tease and fuck me already?”
He bites down on my neck and drives into me in one deep thrust. The sound that rips from my throat is primal.
He pounds into me, pushing me to the edge again until I take control, and I struggle to even stay upright. I explode around him and I can tell he’s close to following me. I move forward letting him fall out of me and turn around. “You might be in charge out there. Not in here.”
He looks as if he might protest but his words get lost as I ease myself onto him and start rolling my hips. His head rolls back into the pillows while his hands grasp my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll have imprints on his fingertips tomorrow. I ride him hard, his hands bruising my hips as we shatter together.
I feel him tensing behind me and his hand slides to my clit pressing down on it as I fall apart with him. When I collapse on his chest, his heartbeat thundering under my ear, I can’t help but laugh softly.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
I squeeze him tighter. “Happy birthday, Mr. President.”
Logan’s chest rises and falls under my cheek, his skin hot against mine. I can hear his heartbeat, fast and steady, and for a few seconds, I let myself pretend this is where I’m meant to be. That this is easy. That the rest of the world isn’t waiting outside his bedroom door.
His hand moves slowly over my back, fingertips tracing lazy patterns that make my muscles unwind in ways I didn’t think possible. I should move. I should get dressed. I should put space between us before I forget all the reasons I’ve been keeping my guard up.
But I don’t.
I stay pressed against him, breathing him in. Sweat, leather, and that clean scent that’s just… him. It’s the samesmell I remember from nights when we were younger and stupid enough to think love was bulletproof.
“Mac,” he says quietly, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a ripple through me.
