I can’t seem to walk away from him, though. It’s like my body knows exactly where it belongs—beside this man forever.
Instead of intruding on his sleep to tell him my insane thoughts, I get down on the floor and carefully slip under the big blanket draped over his body. My fears instantly scatter in Logan’s presence. Even in sleep, he’s providing me comfort and safety.
I scoot a little closer to him, snuggling up against his side. Logan is lying on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, with the blanket halfway down his chest. His bare chest. His bare, sculpted, mouthwatering chest. I can’t help but reach out and touch him.
My fingers trace over the swirls of black ink that crawl up his arms and over his pecs, trailing down one side of his ribcage. He’s a work of art, inside and out.
I gently lay my cheek down on his chest, right over his heart. The steady rhythm echoes in my head, my heart, my entire being, lulling me to sleep.
Some low, gravelly sound reverberates deep inside Logan’s chest, startling me awake.
“Spencer?” How is his scratchy, sleepy voice even sexier than his regular voice? “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” I whisper, tilting my head up.
The dying embers from the fire cast an orange glow over Logan’s severe features and light up his blue eyes. There’s such concern there, as well as a hint of anger, but not at me. It’s like he’s already angry at whatever made me afraid, even though he has no idea why I came out here in the first place.
“Did something scare you?”
I look away from him, embarrassed to admit I freaked out over a tree branch. Logan cups the back of my neck, tilting my head up to meet his gaze once more.
“I’m not a fan of the dark,” I whisper. His eyes go soft as he leans down to brush his nose against mine. Butterflies erupt in my tummy, flooding my body with an unexpected wave of lust. I’m all too aware of how close we are, how easy it would be to…
His lips are on mine in the next second like he could read my thoughts and my body better than I can.
I give myself over to him, letting him tease and taste and do whatever he wants to me. Each swipe of his tongue makes me shiver and clench my thighs together.
Logan groans and rolls me onto my back, leaning over me and kissing down my throat. I gasp and whimper when he tugs at the neckline of my shirt with his teeth.
“Logan,” I breathe out, bowing my back and shoving my breasts closer to him. I can’t explain it, but I need more. I don’t even know what that means, but I want him to show me.
“What do you need, Spencer?” he murmurs into my skin.
“You,” I moan as I wiggle my hips. It’s like I can’t stay still. There’s too much lust, too much desire twisting me up inside. I need Logan to take care of me in the way only he can.
Without another word, Logan leans back and lifts my shirt over my head. He takes my wrists in one hand and guides them over my head again.
“Keep these here for me.”
I give him a questioning look. He smiles and leans down, brushing the shell of my ear with his nose and lips. “Trust me, you’ll like it.” Logan nuzzles my neck and kisses a trail over my collarbone and between my breasts. “Goddamn, sweetheart. I could live right here, buried in your gorgeous tits.”
He kisses one breast and licks my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Logan groans, the sound equal parts torture and relief. He continues licking around my nipple and then bites the hard bud.
My back arches off the floor and I let out a sharp cry that turns into a moan.
He looks up and me from between my breasts. “Did you like that, baby?”
I nod, unable to form words.
My beastly bodyguard growls and holds my other breast in his palm, kneading and caressing my sensitive flesh. When he bites one nipple and pinches the other, I feel the jolt zip through my body all the way down to my clit. My hips jerk up, rubbing against his hard length.
Logan keeps his mouth on my skin, sucking, nipping, and kissing around my breasts while his right hand trails further down my body. He slips his fingers into my leggings, rubbing my aching pussy. My hips involuntarily thrust upward, trying to get some relief.
“Please,” I whisper, my breath caught in my throat.
Logan chuckles darkly, then slowly slides his fingers into my panties, cupping my mound. One thick finger strokes my soaking folds, massaging my pulsing hole and gathering up my juices. He rubs my clit in excruciatingly slow circles, making me whimper and writhe at his touch.
“Fuck,” he groans as he kisses his way down my body, trailing his lips and tongue over every dip and curve. His thumbs hook into my leggings and underwear, slowly sliding them down my body.
When my pants are half-way down my legs, Logan looks up at me, silently asking my permission. I bite my lip and nod, wiggling my hips to encourage him.
A feral sound leaves his throat as he tears my clothes off. I cry out in surprise, then moan when I feel his calloused hands skimming up my calves, knees, and thighs, coaxing me to spread my legs for him.
I gladly do.
Logan kisses a sensitive spot behind my knee and then nibbles on my inner thigh before moving to my other leg and doing the same. He finally gets to my center and I'm shaking with nerves and excitement.
“Relax, sweetheart. You’re incredible. This pretty little pussy is soaked for me, isn’t it?” I gasp when I feel his hot breath tease my soaking folds. “That’s it, beautiful. I want you begging for my tongue.”
He spreads my legs further apart and kisses the soft crease of skin where my legs meet my body. He runs his nose up and down both sides of my pussy, driving me crazy.
“P-please!”
Logan chuckles and I feel the sound vibrate through every part of me, down to my core. “Please, what, angel?” He uses his thumbs to spread my lips, still not touching me where I need him most.
“Please…”
He blows into my now exposed pussy, the warm air hitting my throbbing clit. The sensation overwhelms every part of me.
“Please lick me,” I moan, already on edge from his teasing.
“Gladly,” Logan growls.
His tongue dips into my entrance and roams up my slit till he gets to my clit. He sucks the nub into his mouth and I explode.
“Oh shit, oh shit…” I moan over and over.
Logan drinks up my honey like he's dying of thirst. He never lets up, bringing his thumb over my clit and massaging the sensitive nerves through my orgasm. He spears his tongue into my entrance, in and out, over and over, again and again.
He groans into my pussy, sending vibrations through my core and driving me right up to the edge again.
“God, Spencer. You’re so fucking wet for me. I love having your cum on my tongue. Do you like me eating out your greedy pussy?”
“Yes…” I moan, my orgasm fighting its way to the surface.
He growls again and doubles his efforts, thrusting two fingers in my pussy while he sucks on my clit. I’m incoherent as I moan and thrash under his skilled fingers and tongue, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to me, no longer able to keep my arms above my head.
I'm flooded with sensations, every nerve ending on fire. I feel myself gushing all over his hand and I can't bring myself to care. The tension builds in my core, my muscles tighten, preparing for the inevitable release.