Page 10 of Mine to Love

“Logan. Now that we’ve reminded each other of our names, no more talking.” Her mouth latches onto my earlobe. She sucks it between her lips before gently nipping.

Despite the raging bulge in my pants, my conscience gets the better of me. “You’ve been drinking.”

“I’m not drunk.”

I watched her drink a glass of wine, have two beers of her own and half of one of mine. Who knows how much she had to drink before I got there.

“I might be tipsy,” she says after releasing my earlobe. “But I’m one hundred percent aware of what I’m doing, what I want you to do to me, and how I’ll feel about it in the morning.”

My fingers curl into her hips as I look up into her dark eyes, studying them for honesty and for drunkenness.

“I don’t know—”

“Tell me.” She nestles her hips closer, covering my erection with her center. I can feel her heat through her leggings. Through my pants. She’s ready. I’m more than ready. At least physically. The repercussions, however, I’m not sure either of us are prepared for.

Next month, we'll be almost family. Her best friend will be my sister-in-law.

“I’m seducing you. I’ve been doing that all night, before I was even slightly tipsy. I already know what it feels like to have your mouth on mine. I feel how hard you are for me, so this isn’t a one-way horniness. I’m a big girl and can have sex with a man and not have expectations the next day.”

Expectations. I don’t want them from a woman. This is good. Maybe I can have sex with Reese in the front seat of my rental car and carry on tomorrow with my day. My stressful day. I have a huge undertaking and am doing it solo. A little sexual release could be exactly what I need to keep my head focused tomorrow.

“I don’t have protection.” The third boring thing I’ve said to her tonight.

Why she wants me so badly confuses the hell out of me. Reese could have anyone she wants. I’m not anything special. Hell, I hadn’t wined or dined her. I hadn’t said anything remotely charming. I hadn’t gone out of my way to make her feel spoiled.

“I take care of myself,” Reese whispers in my ear and lifts herself enough to shimmy her pants down one leg, then leans to her side and shimmies out of the other. “Your turn.”

She undoes my buckle and starts on my zipper.

The relief is instant, and the second her hand touches my cock, I press my head back into the headrest and moan.

“You’re much more than I expected,” she says into my mouth before kissing me, her hand working its magic between my legs.

She feels so damn good. Tastes so damn good. My hands find their way under her sweatshirt and to the bottom of her bra. I push it up and nudge her clothes with my nose until my mouth finds her nipple.

“Yes.” Reese lifts her chest while she strokes between my legs.

I won’t last long. Reese seems to sense that and works her other hand free from my chest and down to my crotch. She rises on her knees, but before she can come down over me, I move my hand to her center.

She’s hot and wet. Could be for my money. Could be for the thrill. Could be the alcohol.

Or it could be for me. Right now, I don’t give a damn why she wants me. I slip a finger inside her heat, then a second.

“Logan,” she moans, rocking her body over me, setting the pace. She tilts her torso backward over the steering wheel giving me even more access to her breasts.

I make a trail of kisses across her chest to her other nipple, giving it as much attention as I had the first. It hardens and peaks under my tongue.

“Your breasts are perfect.” Everything I imagined them to be after feeling them against my chest on New Year’s. Soft. Warm. Silky. Sweet.

“I’m going to—”

Her body tenses under me, her thighs squeeze mine tightly as she rides me through her orgasm. I slide my aching erection inside her and nearly combust at how perfectly we fit together.

“Oh, God.” She sinks deeper onto me and clutches my shoulders, digging her nails deep into my skin. “You feel so good.”

I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and look up at her face. Her eyes are closed, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. There are words I could probably say. Something about how good she feels. How I haven’t stopped thinking about her since our first and only kiss. How she tastes even better than I remembered. How I haven’t been this hard in ages. Years. Ever.

I move my hands up her torso and to her neck caressing her bare skin as I sink into her. Her body is warm and smooth, silky soft, and I want to get lost in her forever. The tension in my balls, in my stomach, the buzz in my ears is strong. Intense. I’m about to explode but need Reese to climax one more time. I cut her first one short on purpose, hoping it would make her hungrier for me.

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