Page 101 of Whenever You Call

We breathed each other in, and everything in my mind went quiet again, leaving Logan to take me to a place I hadn’t been in so long.

It started out slowly. So slowly, it became painful as he waited for me to try to push him away.

I didn’t. His lips against mine was where I felt most alive, and it wasn’t long before I began to unfasten the button of his jeans.

He stilled for just a second, holding me in place as his eyes opened at the same time as mine, the two of us asking silent questions we already knew the answers to.

“Please, Logan,” I moaned against his mouth. “We don’t need to say things that we can show each other instead.”

A sexy groan rose in his throat, and before either of us could or wanted to stop it, we were a tangled mess of hands moving to undress the other, T-shirts rolling up and over stomachs to reveal hard, strong muscle and skin. Leather jackets falling to the floor, jeans being pushed down, and pretty, white summer dresses being discarded in seconds.

We kissed between each item we removed, neither of us wanting to break the connection that should have felt wrong but only ever felt right.

Natural.

As though with Logan was where I was always meant to be.

Before long, we stood in front of one another, wearing nothing but our underwear, and while Logan took a second to step back and take me in, he soon crashed his mouth to mine again as though my lips were the oxygen he needed to breathe, and he couldn’t survive another second without them.

His hands slipped under my ass, and in one swift move, he lifted me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the length of his arousal beneath me. God, I wanted to sink down onto it. For him to fill me up and hold me close until I no longer knew how to breathe.

My hands went around his neck, pulling him closer. My head turned dizzy whenever a low moan or groan of satisfaction rumbled in his throat, a mixture of both pain and ecstasy that drove me crazy. It had always been the little things that affected me the most with him, and I’d suddenly become greedy for more.

His fingers curled into my ass cheeks, squeezing flesh before they rubbed against the heat turning my underwear damper by the second.

“I want you,” I breathed. “So badly, it hurts.”

“You have me,” he said, his mouth bumping against mine. “Any way you want.”

“Bed,” I mumbled, giving him an order I knew he wouldn’t refuse. “Now.”

Logan walked us across the room, his knees eventually pressing into the mattress. He held the entire weight of me in his hands before he carefully laid me down in the middle of his bed as though I was his most prized possession.

When he pulled back, his eyes were ablaze as they trailed down my body, following the path his finger took from the curve of my neck, over the valley of my breasts down to the flat of my stomach, before sliding between my legs. They parted instinctively, inviting him in, and Logan looked up at me through heated eyes.

So much passed between us then, it frightened me.

“Don’t,” I begged quietly. “Don’t say anything. Just… show me instead.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly began to peel down the edges of my underwear before they were down over my thighs and off me completely. He tossed them to the floor without a care, unable to look away from the very thing he’d just exposed.

He dropped his mouth to the center of it, and my body bucked, despite it being nothing more than a gentle kiss. A promise to return. It set me alight like I couldn’t explain, and those kisses of his soon rose, covering my stomach, all the way up to my bra. I stared down at him, my chest heaving and breaths coming quicker as this man who’d only ever protected me looked up with a hungry gaze that said he wanted to destroy me. His dark eyes looked darker, his confidence soaring with every caress of his fingers against my skin.

Logan kissed my full breast, and then he nipped at my bra strap with his teeth, the gentle protector gone, replaced by a slow predator who wanted to take his time enjoying his favorite meal. I arched my back off the bed, throwing my head back as he reached around me to unclip my bra with one hand, only to push me back down to the mattress the moment it was done so he could look me in the eyes again. The bra was soon tossed to the floor, leaving me completely exposed.

Naked before a man who made me feel reckless yet safe.

A man who made me feel seen.

I saw him, too, and I wanted more of everything he had to give.

His lips crashed to mine for a single, fiery kiss before he twisted them away and sat back on his heels to take me in. His eyes roamed everywhere, and his hands soon followed. My skin was caressed, my breasts kneaded, nipples pinched, and my stomach stroked. There wasn’t anywhere he didn’t set on fire, taking his time to savor everything in front of him.

“You’re trying to kill me,” I whimpered.

“Not without making you enjoy it first.”

Logan parted my thighs, dropped his body down to the mattress, and his mouth devoured me.

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