Page 102 of Whenever You Call

My breath caught in the back of my throat the moment the heat and swell of his tongue hit that small bundle of nerves. His flat, slow, long licks had me fisting the sheets and my toes curling into them as I tried not to orgasm too quickly while Logan tasted every bit of me, taking his time to draw out every stroke. Every touch.

I was floating, the heat in the depths of my stomach stretching out until my entire body felt alight with fire, only this fire didn’t burn. It made me fly. I wanted to moan his name. To fist his hair, hold him against me, or at least touch him somehow to show him I was present. I felt him, too. But the minute Logan anchored my stomach down with his arm, and his slow destruction turned faster, harder, stronger, I couldn’t do anything but hold on, hoping the sheets beneath me didn’t tear as I twisted them in my grip. Every time my knees tried to rise, Logan pushed them back down, his sensual moans against my skin sending euphoric vibrations through every nerve ending until I was begging to have him inside my body.

He was unrelenting and unforgiving with his tongue. My vision began to blur and my head fell back my mouth parting as the buildup of my orgasm grew so intense, I was convinced I was going to black out.

I couldn’t even say his name.

Higher and higher I climbed, leaving nothing but sensation throughout my mind and body. No thoughts. No feelings. No worries. No doubts. Just us, in that moment…

And then he pushed two fingers inside me, and everything came undone.

My body bowed.

My breaths stopped.

My thighs shook, and my stomach tightened with a pain I wanted to spend my life in.

The sweetest sensation ran through every vein, every muscle, every bone I possessed, wringing me out completely until my hands finally came up, curling into the thickness of Logan’s dark hair, allowing me to anchor myself to him while he drew every last drop of my orgasm out of me, not coming up for air until he was satisfied my body had turned to jelly around him.

When he finally looked up, his mouth was wet with my arousal, and he rubbed his lips together before dragging his tongue along the bottom one. It was enough to make me want to orgasm again.

We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to.

I was sated while he was starving.

There was only one way this was going to go, and I wanted all of it.

Falling back down onto the bed, I pulled him with me, unable to stop the tremors that wracked my body as Logan slid his fingers through my come, only to drag it up and over my stomach with him before he pressed two fingers to his lips and pushed them into his mouth. His eyes closed as he savored all of me, a low moan of arousal making my nipples turn even harder before he looked down at me again, releasing his fingers and bringing his hand up to cup my cheek.

“You’re wrong,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “Some peopledoknow what they want forever, and I want that… with you.”

I reached up, my hands finding the back of his neck as my eyes welled with tears. Not of sorrow this time. Not of heartache, of devastation, or loss, or worry.

Those tears were born from his reverence.

“Be careful what you wish for.” Reaching down, I brought his tight ass between my thighs, feeling his rock-hard length hitting the heat between my legs. “I want you inside me, Logan.”

“Tell me you won’t regret this.”

“No.”

“Tell me, Hannah.”

“I won’t make a promise I might not be able to keep. Once this is over, something might happen that makes me wonder if it was the right thing to do, but do you know what I’ll do if it does? I’ll shut it down. I’ll shut it all down when I remember this moment right here when I’m looking up at you, and all I can think about is how much I want you inside me. How I can’t get enough of the way you make me feel or the way you touch me. How safe I feel when you’re around. How calm, how resolute… and how I feel like I just might die if you don’t make love to me right now.”

His eyes searched mine for only a second, as though he was fighting with himself against saying anything more, but then I rolled my hips, and the tip of his cock nudged farther inside me, making his eyes roll, and his hand that wasn’t on my cheek, fist the sheet.

“Fuck,” he groaned, losing control.

His body weight shifted, and he pressed his lips to mine again as though they’d never been apart. His kisses should have been my poison, but they were the only medicine my bruised little heart ever needed.

Bringing my knees up, I caged his body in, holding him so impossibly close, I couldn’t bear the thought of us ever being apart. I pushed my fingers through his hair again, as we twisted and turned in our kiss.

Breaking apart, I gasped for air, my mouth open as I pulled his head down to my shoulder, and I pressed my lips against his ear. “Oh, and Logan? Don’t you dare be gentle with me.”

Those few words were his undoing, and Logan’s head fell against me, his arms coming up to cage my body in as his primal needs took over. He pushed the tip of his cock inside me, only a little at first, giving me time to adjust to the fit of him being big, and me being with someone who wasn’t Cole.

The memory of my dead husband only flickered through my mind for a split second before I pushed him away, denying him access to this moment with a man who adored me.

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