Fighting Fate (Granton University #1)(86)

She scissor-kicked her legs to assist with the removal of her jeans, then grinned at him when she went for his. He touched her face as he let her slide his pants down his powerful thighs. Once they were both stripped completely, she met his gaze to find him staring back, his eyes glittering with a euphoria she’d never seen on his face before.

“Want to help me with this?” he asked as he tore open the condom package.

Intrigued by the process, she scooted in to watch as he pinched the tip of the latex and rolled it into place. When she reached out with a shaking hand, he let her finish. Once he was covered completely, she let her fingers wander back up the entire length.

Logan shuddered and groaned. “You can be less gentle,” he said. “Here.”

After he showed her what he liked, she kept her fingers curled around him and pumped from tip to base. He buried his hand in her hair at the nape of her neck and pressed his forehead to hers. A couple more strokes later, he moaned. “Your turn.” Nudging her back onto the mattress, he asked, “What do you like?”

Paige shook her head. “I have no idea.”

“Right.” He met her gaze and grinned. “First time.” Studying her face with a thoughtful expression, he suggested, “How about I experiment a little, and you give me a yea or nay?”

Not sure how else to do it, she bobbed her head.

What followed was a whole lot of yeas and nary a nay.

Logan hit a very enthusiastic yea when he bent his face between her legs and licked. Paige gasped and arched. She tried to clutch his hair, but ended up cursing. “Damn it. You need longer hair.”

“Sorry.” He grinned as he crawled back up her body. “I’ll work on that.” Slotting his hips into place, he interlaced their hands and held them in place by her face as he rested his upper body weight on his elbows.

She felt him down there as his blue eyes watched her. “Are you ready?”

Still throbbing from the sweet torture his tongue had put her through, she nodded, as eager as she was nervous to experience what came next. Logan’s grip on her hands tightened, and he rocked forward. They stared at each other, and she absorbed the expression on his face as he seemed to do the same to her. Watching his eyes go unfocused and his cheeks ruddy from pleasure was overwhelming. It was almost as powerful as feeling him press into her for the first time. The pressure and stretching was the most indescribable sensation.

Once he was seated deep, he paused and let out a breath. It gave her enough time to grow accustomed to the feel of his body joined with hers.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

Paige didn’t think okay was quite the word she needed, but she said, “Yes. Yes, I…that wasn’t so bad at all.” She’d been braced for tearing pain.

He choked out a laugh and pressed his forehead to hers. “What every guy aspires to be. Not so bad.”

She flushed. “I mean—”

“Shh.” He kissed her lightly. “It’s fine. This way, we only have room to improve.” Then he pulled out and eased back in.

Paige arched and squirmed as he seemed to hit every nerve ending inside her. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise and felt the need to move with him as he did it again. “Better.”

Amusement lit his face. “Is it? How about this?”

He shifted slightly and came in at a different angle.

With a moan, she bit her lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

“And this?”

“Oh yeah.” She wrapped her legs around him and tightened her fingers in his grip. “That. Do that. But faster.”

“Like this?”

Losing the ability to voice her opinion with intelligible words, she merely clung to him, enthralled until there was nowhere higher he could take her. Plunging off the zenith of her pleasure, she swept him over the edge with her, and together they seemed to free fall into oblivion.





“I told you, you were totally ready.”

At Logan’s smug-sounding comment, Paige cracked a tired smile and lightly poked her elbow back to nudge him in the gut. “Oh, yeah. You called it. Liar.”

Spooned behind her, he let out a quiet oomph and then chuckled before he kissed the back of her hair. “Seriously, are you okay?”

She hummed out a sound of contentment. “I am so far from okay, it’s not even funny. I’m too elated, overjoyed, gratified—” she yawned “—and exhausted to be a measly okay.”

“Good. I am too.”

Feeling a little smug herself to hear such a positive report, she closed her eyes.

Since neither knew if Mariah might try to pop in at some point in the night, they’d reluctantly crawled back into enough clothes to be decent. But Logan’s fingers had no problem finding their way inside her oversized t-shirt that stretched down to her knees. When he cupped her breasts and flicked an expert thumb over her nipples, she moaned with pleasure.

“Want me to raid my roommate’s drawers again for a little something-something?”

He groaned and pressed into her from behind. “Don’t tempt me.” Then he just as quickly added, “I don’t want you to get into trouble with her.”

Paige snorted. “Don’t worry. If she knew what I wanted to do right now, she’d probably run out and buy me an entire case of condoms.”