I felt Logan’s hands on my hips right before he fitted his chest to my back.
“Baby?”
My eyes drifted closed as his endearment made its rounds, slicing me as it bounced around my insides. God, I needed him to stop calling me that.
“Huh?”
“This is the part where I need you to talk. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want.”
Fast. I needed fast. I needed out of my head before I did what I always did and denied myself something I wanted because I was too damn scared to take a chance.
“Fast,” I told him.
“Ren, baby—”
“Fast, Logan. I need fast. I need you to kiss me.”
His hands tightened on my hips and he dropped his mouth on my neck and then touched his tongue there.
“You want me to kiss you here?” Logan brushed his lips down to the strap of my tank top.
“Yes.”
Logan’s left hand left my hip and traveled up my stomach until he cupped my breast.
“You want me to kiss you here?” he asked as his thumb grazed my nipple.
“Yes.”
His mouth continued licking and kissing my neck but his right hand was now on the move—across my stomach then down under my shorts and into my panties. His fingertips skimmed over my clit and my body electrified.
“And here?” Logan dipped his finger inside of me. “You want me to kiss you here, Lauren?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he pulled his finger out and pushed back in two.
His hand on my breast skimmed down to my stomach. Cool air hit my belly as he lifted my tank top, and before I could think better of it my hands were moving to help yank the material over my head.
Once the shirt was tossed aside Logan’s mouth was once again on my neck and his hand was back on my breast—my bare breast, and damn if that wasn’t better. His rough hands against my skin sent a thrill through me. And this time he wasn’t grazing my nipple, he was rolling it while his long, thick fingers pushed in and out faster.
That was all it took for my brain to click off.
That was all it took for my body to come alive.
But I needed more.
My head fell back against Logan’s chest. My hands reached back and found his waist, and my fingers dug in.
“Gonna take this part slow, Ren,” he said, kissing the side of my throat.
“Fast,” I reminded him.
Logan landed another kiss, this one on my cheek.
“Baby, when I get you on that bed naked and spread for me you’ll learn a new meaning of fast. But, right now, I wanna savor.”
Top-to-toe, I tingled.
“Logan.”
“Love it when you say my name like that, Ren. Love it more when you moan it. Lift your left arm and hold on to the back of my neck.”
I did as I was told with a slight variation and slid my hand from Logan’s neck into his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp.
My new position arched my back; thrusting my chest out and my booty back. Logan’s stiff erection dug into my lower back, his hand cupping my breast massaged, and his fingers tugged my nipple.
All of it felt good. But his fingers toying between my legs felt better. And his palm sliding against my clit felt amazing. However, it was the soft kisses to the corner of my mouth, my cheek, and my jaw that felt sweet.
Too sweet.
Dangerously, mixed-signal sweet.
“Faster,” I pleaded and pushed back, forcing his fingers deeper.
Thankfully, Logan stopped kissing me and brought his lips to my ear.
“You’re gonna take what I give you, Lauren.”
His growled, bossy statement made my insides clench, but it was the deep, deliberate rhythm of his fingers that built my climax. The pinch and roll on my sensitive nipple was the icing on a spectacular five-layer chocolate cake.
“Logan,” I panted.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
Yes. You should do that right now.
“Honey, please,” I begged and rocked my hips.
I was so close, so lost in the sensations Logan was creating, but I still couldn’t miss it when his body locked.
“Logan?”
“Tell me, Ren, what do you want?”
“More.”
“More what?”
“Of you,” I groaned.
“In a few minutes, you’re gonna have all of me. But right now, tell me what you want more of?”
I was beyond being embarrassed, beyond caring he was asking me to open up in a way I’d never done. I didn’t have the first clue how to ask for what I wanted but the promise of getting all of him spurred me on.
“I want to come. I want your mouth between my legs. I want your hands on my breasts. I want to pull your hair and moan your name.”
Logan growled his approval and withdrew his fingers, skimmed them up to my clit, taking with them my arousal, and started swirling. Then as fast as he’d pulled out his fingers he slid them back inside.
“Ride my fingers, baby, and come for me.”
My body obeyed and ground down on his fingers, rocked my pelvis against his palm, and the climax that had been simmering exploded.
“Lo…”
I started to moan his name but got no further when Logan’s hand left my breast, went across my chest, and all the air whooshed out of my lungs from his tight hold.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and slowed his fingers. “You hear me, Lauren? Every inch of you is beautiful.”
I knew it was wrong, I should’ve blocked out his decree, I should’ve shoved it away and pretended I hadn’t heard. But I stupidly allowed his compliment to wash over me; and if that wasn’t dumb enough I let it settle in and warm my already overheated skin.
“I wanna touch you, Logan.”
“Soon, baby. Get on the bed.”
I let go of his hair and dropped my arm. A chill raced down my spine when Logan let me and stepped back. Suddenly very aware I was nearly naked and Logan was still fully dressed I lifted my hands to cover myself.
“Don’t,” he rasped and I glanced over my shoulder. “I want to see all of you when you climb on your bed for me.”
I stood frozen and watched Logan remove his shirt and toss it on the floor. Next, he undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. My gaze dropped and the frozen I was melted as fire ignited low in my belly when his cock came into view. Long and thick and leaking.
Sweet Jesus.
Logan’s right hand fisted his cock, his left cupped his heavy balls, and I couldn’t stop the groan from slipping out when he started stroking.
“Pull off your shorts, Ren.”
With my eyes focused on Logan jerking himself, I didn’t hesitate to do as he commanded. With zero coordination and jerky movements, I ripped my shorts down and kicked them away.
“Christ, that ass,” he growled and pumped faster. “Crawl on the bed, but don’t stop watching what I’m doing.”
It was like the orgasm he’d given me only minutes before had never happened. I was so turned on, my body so hungry for his, every part of me needing Logan so badly I trembled as I walked to my bed. I stumbled over an article of clothing, righted myself, and kept going, the whole time watching his big hand slide up and down his shaft.
My knees hit the bed and I bent to crawl on when Logan halted me.
“Stay just like that.”