bottom lip.
She’d seen him before, that day in the hall at Taylor’s place, but now…god he
was beautiful, so big, muscles shifting beneath his smooth skin, his shoulders
wide, chest strong, abs flexing. She reached out to touch, tracing his biceps,
between his pecs over the dusting of hair there, smoothing over his shoulders,
trailing down to where his jeans rode so low she could see the elastic of his
briefs, which also sat dangerously low on his lean hips.
“Sweet Jesus, that’s sexy,” she muttered.
He smiled and lowered himself, half on her, half beside her,
shoved his hands into her hair and held her head as they kissed more, bodies
moving together, her hips lifting against him with aching need. The sensation
of his naked torso against hers had pleasure sweeping through her, her chest
feeling hot as if she were glowing inside. She rubbed her breasts against his
chest and he let out a low groan.
“You feel so good,” he said, nipping her bottom lip, then
dragging his tongue over it. “So soft.” His hands caressed her, her arms, her
breasts, her waist, her hip.
She’d never been a soft girl. She’d been an athletic tomboy
most of her life. Yes she had breasts which she was quite happy with, but she
didn’t have a curvy figure. Her waist wasn’t tiny, her hips were boyish, her
shoulders strong. But Logan’s admiring looks and hot touches made her feel
feminine and beautiful and desirable.
And so when he undid the button of her jeans, she knew
they’d reached a point of no going back. She opened her mouth to say stop, but
no sound came out. She was dying with wanting him, melting into him, so much
pleasure filling her body at his kisses, his touch, his whispered words, and
yet she ached for so much more. She felt drugged, helpless…and so she let it
happen with an overwhelming feeling of inevitability. Unstoppable.
Irresistible.
If she was going to do it, she wasn’t going to ruin things
by continuing to protest. Why play games, even with herself? As he’d said,
there was no point in protesting unless she meant it. And if she was going to
do it, she was going all in and it was going to be good.
Chapter Eight
Logan rose to his knees and moved above her, lowering the
zipper of her jeans, then tugging them down her hips and knees, slowly,
carefully. He pulled off her boots and let them drop to the floor with a thud,
then removed her jeans the rest of the way, leaving her in black thong panties.
And socks. She tried to toe them off and with a smile he reached to help her.
He lifted her bare foot to his mouth and kissed it, watching
her with hot eyes, and her body turned liquid. Then his tongue blazed a hot
trail up over her calf, pausing on the sensitive skin on the inside of her
knee, making her quiver. He kissed her there, then lowered her leg to the
floor. His attention shifted to her panties.
“Pretty,” he said, touching the black velvet bows on each
hip. When he dragged his fingers along her abdomen just above the edge of the
panties, she shivered. Then he bent and kissed her stomach, just below her
bellybutton and then just above. Every nerve ending tingled, every muscle
tightened as his mouth moved higher and then kissed her between her breasts.
“Mmm.”
With fascination, she watched his face, the pleasure in his
eyes before his lids slowly drifted closed, long eyelashes dark against his
cheeks, his mouth so sensual. He turned his face into one breast, opened his
mouth and gently sucked, then his lips sought her nipple. She shuddered with
pleasure as he took it into his mouth and sucked, first gently, then harder.
Her hands slid into his silky hair to hold his head there as her own eyes
closed and her chin came up. Sensation shot straight to her womb at the tug of
his mouth on her breast. Little pleasure noises spilled from her lips.
He moved to the other breast, cupping the first with his
hand, drawing on the other nipple with delicious little pulls, then scraping it
so
She’d seen him before, that day in the hall at Taylor’s place, but now…god he
was beautiful, so big, muscles shifting beneath his smooth skin, his shoulders
wide, chest strong, abs flexing. She reached out to touch, tracing his biceps,
between his pecs over the dusting of hair there, smoothing over his shoulders,
trailing down to where his jeans rode so low she could see the elastic of his
briefs, which also sat dangerously low on his lean hips.
“Sweet Jesus, that’s sexy,” she muttered.
He smiled and lowered himself, half on her, half beside her,
shoved his hands into her hair and held her head as they kissed more, bodies
moving together, her hips lifting against him with aching need. The sensation
of his naked torso against hers had pleasure sweeping through her, her chest
feeling hot as if she were glowing inside. She rubbed her breasts against his
chest and he let out a low groan.
“You feel so good,” he said, nipping her bottom lip, then
dragging his tongue over it. “So soft.” His hands caressed her, her arms, her
breasts, her waist, her hip.
She’d never been a soft girl. She’d been an athletic tomboy
most of her life. Yes she had breasts which she was quite happy with, but she
didn’t have a curvy figure. Her waist wasn’t tiny, her hips were boyish, her
shoulders strong. But Logan’s admiring looks and hot touches made her feel
feminine and beautiful and desirable.
And so when he undid the button of her jeans, she knew
they’d reached a point of no going back. She opened her mouth to say stop, but
no sound came out. She was dying with wanting him, melting into him, so much
pleasure filling her body at his kisses, his touch, his whispered words, and
yet she ached for so much more. She felt drugged, helpless…and so she let it
happen with an overwhelming feeling of inevitability. Unstoppable.
Irresistible.
If she was going to do it, she wasn’t going to ruin things
by continuing to protest. Why play games, even with herself? As he’d said,
there was no point in protesting unless she meant it. And if she was going to
do it, she was going all in and it was going to be good.
Chapter Eight
Logan rose to his knees and moved above her, lowering the
zipper of her jeans, then tugging them down her hips and knees, slowly,
carefully. He pulled off her boots and let them drop to the floor with a thud,
then removed her jeans the rest of the way, leaving her in black thong panties.
And socks. She tried to toe them off and with a smile he reached to help her.
He lifted her bare foot to his mouth and kissed it, watching
her with hot eyes, and her body turned liquid. Then his tongue blazed a hot
trail up over her calf, pausing on the sensitive skin on the inside of her
knee, making her quiver. He kissed her there, then lowered her leg to the
floor. His attention shifted to her panties.
“Pretty,” he said, touching the black velvet bows on each
hip. When he dragged his fingers along her abdomen just above the edge of the
panties, she shivered. Then he bent and kissed her stomach, just below her
bellybutton and then just above. Every nerve ending tingled, every muscle
tightened as his mouth moved higher and then kissed her between her breasts.
“Mmm.”
With fascination, she watched his face, the pleasure in his
eyes before his lids slowly drifted closed, long eyelashes dark against his
cheeks, his mouth so sensual. He turned his face into one breast, opened his
mouth and gently sucked, then his lips sought her nipple. She shuddered with
pleasure as he took it into his mouth and sucked, first gently, then harder.
Her hands slid into his silky hair to hold his head there as her own eyes
closed and her chin came up. Sensation shot straight to her womb at the tug of
his mouth on her breast. Little pleasure noises spilled from her lips.
He moved to the other breast, cupping the first with his
hand, drawing on the other nipple with delicious little pulls, then scraping it
so
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