Page 68 of Mine to Love

“You’ve been teasing me for the past seven months.”

“I have not.”

Logan lifts his head and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Every freaking night when I go to sleep.”

Damn, Logan and his smooth talking again. I can’t let it get to me. I’m not the type to fall for charming words and gestures. I’m a no strings, wham-bam kinda girl. Relationships, boyfriends, commitments and all the tangled messes that go with them are not my style.

“Well, since it’s only nine in the morning, let’s see what kind of torture I can add to your day.”

I squeeze his hips with my knees and flip him to his back. My tank top falls, covering my breasts, and he reaches to lift my shirt.

“Uh uh.” I swat his hand away, then sit back on my heels, my naked center resting at the base of his thick erection. Now that I’m warm and tingly down there, I really, really want him inside me, but I’ll wait.

I reach between the wide arm holes of my tank and pull off my bikini, slinging it over my shoulder. My breasts aren’t small and aren’t overly large. I’ve been blessed with a nice, solid B cup. Sometimes a C, depending on the bra.

My nipples are ultra-sensitive after being kissed, sucked, and nipped by Logan, and I can feel the hard points rub against my tank top. Logan’s gaze lowers to them, and he settles his hands on my hips to guide me onto him.

I lean over him and whisper in his ear, “Not yet, big fella.” I rub my body against his nakedness, thoroughly enjoying the rumble in his throat.

“Reese.”

“It’s my turn to play.” I suck his earlobe between my teeth then trace my tongue down his neck and across his clavicle.

His chest is broad and strong with only a smattering of hair. It’s perfect. I circle his nipple with my tongue then pull it hard into my mouth.

“Ah,” he groans, his fingers gripping harder into my thighs.

I release his nipple, then do the same to the other side. Logan won’t lay still and thrusts his hips into me. I have to move fast or he’ll be inside my wet heat. I can feel my wetness coating his upper thighs, and I rub myself along his shaft, not letting him in.

“Reese,” he begs.

It almost hurts, not letting him in. I want to. Desperately want to but watching him squirm is such a turn on. I release his nipple and trail my tongue down his stomach.

“You can’t,” he warns, tugging at my hair. “I won’t last.”

“Yes, you will.” It’s a demand and a challenge, for both of us.

Teasing Logan like this is a fantasy on its own. The ever serious businessman who never makes time for fun and relaxation has a weakness for teasing and taunting in the bedroom. And apparently, so do I.

I drag my body down his until my mouth meets his erection. I palm his balls then slowly—painfully slowly—lick him from tip to base.

“Reese!” Logan’s hold tightens and he pushes at my head wanting more. I think he’ll try to take control and guide me, but he releases me and reaches out for the sheets as I had done minutes before.

Of course he does. Logan Pierce is a gentleman, and even though he has a devilish side of him in the bedroom, he’d never force a woman to do anything she doesn’t want to do. However, I want to. I want to, very much.

Without warning, I open my mouth and take him. Take him deep. His cursing only drives me to go deeper and faster. When he cries out my name, I slow down and release him.

“Shit. I can’t.” Logan flips me to the top of the bed and fumbles with the unopened box of condoms on my nightstand. “Are you kidding me?”

I watch as he struggles to open the box. Cool, calm, and controlled Logan is anything but. I stifle a giggle and contemplate helping him. He must hear my laugh because he cuts me a sharp glare.

“You think it’s funny?” He stands in all his naked glory with his hands on his hips and his erection wet and heavy. “Let’s see you open it.” He tosses the box to me then pounces on me, taking my breast in his mouth and working his hand between my legs.

“Ohmygod.” I’m already too close to losing it. I want my second orgasm to be with him inside me. I close my eyes and arch my back.

And then his heat leaves me. I open my eyes and blink up at him, hovering over me on all fours, a devilish grin on his lips. “Harder than you think, isn’t it?”

I look down at his erection resting on my stomach. “Oh, it’s still as hard as it was in my mouth.”

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