Page 24 of Undoing His Innocent Enemy (Hot Winter Escapes)

He clasped her skull in both hands now, his fingers tensing, kneading. She leant forward, desperate for the taste of him, driven to do something she had never even considered doing before.

She licked the thick length from root to tip, gathering the salty droplet on her eager tongue. The erection jerked forward, as if seeking her touch.

He swore viciously as she kissed the swollen head, adoring the musty taste of him—excitement charged through her veins as he bucked against her lips. And groaned.

As he began to shake, his hips thrusting of their own accord, she opened her mouth as wide as she could manage and worshipped him with it. Determined to give him the glorious release he had given her.

Logan let out a guttural moan, the feel of her lips on his swollen shaft so exquisite it was almost painful. Watching her beneath him, on her knees, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life, the thought of possessing all of her more than he could stand. The pleasure built at the base of his spine, his palms beginning to sweat as he resisted the powerful urge to thrust harder into her mouth.

He grunted. Tensed.

It was too good. Too much.

He clasped her head and dragged himself free. She stared at him, her eyes dazed with the same lust that burned in his gut.

‘I wish to be inside you,’ he murmured, his voice so husky it sounded as if it had been wrenched from the depths of his soul.

He hooked clumsy hands under her arms to lift her off her knees. If she stayed down there any longer, he would not be responsible for his actions.

Falling to his own knees, he stripped off her sweatpants, and the thin thermal tights she wore beneath. She clasped his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh as she struggled to steady herself while he discarded the last of her clothing.

With his head level with her belly he could smell her desire. He licked his lips and sighed. Another time he intended to enjoy feasting on that scent. But right now, he couldn’t wait.

He lifted her into his arms, then dropped her—without a lot of finesse—onto the bed.

He took a moment to absorb the sight and imprint it on his memory. Her soft flushed body—her skin glowing in the redolent twilight—lay on the white sheets, her reddish-blonde hair cast in a halo around her head.

‘I do not have protection,’ he managed around the hunger beginning to claw at his throat as well as his gut.

She seemed dazed for a moment—he knew how she felt—that sparkling green still riveted to his fierce erection. But then her gaze rose to his. ‘I... I have a contraceptive implant.’ She touched her upper arm and he noticed a small bump under the skin. ‘It’s to help with my heavy periods, because they used to be so excruciating. It would take me days to recover every month, plus periods are a pain when you’re camping in the wild and...’ Her soft musical voice babbled to a stop. But what had once annoyed him, captivated him now.

He stared at her, to process the barrage of information.

‘I’m sorry, that’s probably TMI...’ She babbled some more.

He frowned. He had no idea what she meant by this TMI, but it did not matter. Adrenaline surged as his lust-fogged brain finally registered what she had said: he could climax inside her and it would not risk a pregnancy.

He climbed on the bed, his hands clasping her hips to angle her body. He would have preferred to turn her over, to sink himself deep inside her from behind, the desire to hide the effect she had on him instinctive. But he was aware he would need to gauge her reaction. She had seemed concerned about his size and he was her first lover, he did not want to risk hurting her.

But as she clasped his shoulders, and lifted her knees, her body cradling his, giving him better access, her gaze met his and he saw the same deep yearning in her eyes that pulsed so ferociously inside him.

He found her entrance, slid the thick shaft through the swollen folds, to nudge the spot he had found earlier.

She reared back and let out a guttural sob. ‘Please, just do it, Logan, before I die of wanting.’

He grunted out a rough chuckle, astonished she could make him laugh when he was about to fall apart.

But he took the hint, and, gripping her hips, lifted her body to his, to find her entrance.

He pressed into the hot flesh. Then stopped abruptly when she flinched, but she shook her head.

‘It’s okay, keep going, it feels good,’ she said, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

The feel of her, so tight, so tender, massaging him in spasms, had the last of his breath guttering out of his lungs as he thrust through the slight barrier.

He held himself deep, feeling her stretch to accept him, her pants matching his own harsh breaths.

Had he ever felt anything more exquisite in his life?

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