Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(41)

“Oh my God!” I gasped as my hands grabbed for the sheets, and I fisted them tightly.

This was new to me. Mikey had never tried anything like this with me.

Logan sucked and bit down gently, never giving me a chance to catch my breath. I felt myself building, and I tensed when I came undone. His mouth never left me as he worked me through my orgasm. When I finally came back down to earth, he pulled away and kissed his way up my body, stopping at both of my breasts to tease them. When he kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. I wasn’t sure if I was disgusted or more turned-on by it.

He grabbed the condom off the table and ripped it open with his teeth. All I could do was lie there as he rolled it on and then moved until his body hovered over mine.

“Are you ready, babe? I can’t wait anymore after tasting you. If I don’t f*ck you, I might die right here and now.”

I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him viciously, letting him know that he had my permission to do whatever he wanted. He could have tied me to the bed at this point, and I would have let him.

Taking my kiss as a yes, he lowered his hips and pushed into me. It was uncomfortable at first, but he went slow, giving me time to adjust to his size. I relaxed my body, letting him fill me. Once he was in, he stopped. I wiggled my hips, silently begging him to move. I felt totally and completely filled.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay,” I whispered.

He pulled out and then slammed back into me, over and over. I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him deeper. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations take over my body. Each thrust brought me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted more, needed more, craved more.

“Faster, Logan. Please!” I gasped.

He obliged, pumping into me faster. I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his back. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. The look in his eyes nearly pushed me over the edge. There was so much hunger and passion in them that I wanted to look away. Instead, I continued to stare at him, watching his face, as he started to lose control. It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. Logan in everyday life was beautiful, but at this moment, he was simply breathtaking.

My orgasm crashed over me suddenly, and I cried out his name. As he released into me, his body was taut and slick with sweat, but it was his expression that did me in. Before my eyes slid shut, the last image I had was of him coming with me. The look of pure ecstasy was something I knew I’d remember for the rest of my life.





I opened my eyes, and my head was resting on Logan’s chest. I could hear the solid thump, thump, thump of his heart under my cheek. I tried to move my legs, but they were pinned between his. His arm was wrapped around my back, and his hand rested on my shoulder. Every inch of my body was touching his.

I smiled as I snuggled tighter against him. He sighed in his sleep, and his hand squeezed my shoulder gently. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Despite the disaster of yesterday, I was glad we’d come to Crossville for the simple fact that I was in his arms now. Memories of the night before filled my mind, and I shuddered with desire. It had been perfect. He’d been perfect.

I didn’t want to leave this bed, but after glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost eleven, and I’d promised to pick up my sister at noon. I slowly started running my fingers back and forth across his stomach and chest, trying to wake him. After a few minutes, he started to stir. He groaned and stretched just before his eyes slowly opened. He stared down at me, and a sleepy smile lifted his lips.

“Morning,” I whispered.

He rolled so that I was forced to rest my head on a pillow. Once he was facing me, he leaned in and kissed me gently.

“Morning,” he whispered back as he pulled away. “Did I dream last night? Or was it really that good?”

I laughed, unable to stop myself. I felt light and happy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. “It wasn’t a dream.”

“Prove it.” He grinned.

I glanced down at our naked bodies. “I’m naked while lying in bed with you. What more do you want?”

His blue eyes darkened with lust. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head.

“I know what you’re about to say, and we can’t. We have to pick up my sister soon.”

“Later?” he asked.

I nodded. “Later.”

“Good. Now, I have something to look forward to all day.”

I grinned. “Last night was incredible. Now, I know why Adam is always so happy. Sex does that to a person. It’s addictive.”

He laughed. “Only one time, and you’re already addicted to me? Damn, I must be a f*cking god in bed.”

I raised an eyebrow. “A f*cking god? Really?”

He just laughed again as he pinned me to the bed. I could feel him pressed against my thigh, ready to go, and I cursed the fact that we had less than an hour to get ready and pick up Bethaney. My body was craving him. He kissed me long and hard, making my toes curl. When he finally pulled away, I was breathing heavily.

“I’m going to get off of you before we both decide that your sister can wait. I doubt she’d appreciate being stood up after yesterday.”

“Good point,” I said.

He moved away from me and stood up. I watched him walk, completely naked, across the room. He grabbed clothes out of his bag and headed toward the bathroom.