When You're Ready (Ready #1)(50)
I remembered looking in on Maddie as she slept, days after becoming a single mother, knowing my life would never be the same. Knowing I couldn’t possibly leave her alone, and feeling like I needed her more than anything in the world.
“After his death, I could have gone back. They hadn’t filled my position, and I had the entire summer to grieve, but the thought of leaving Maddie killed me. I never thought I’d be a stay at home Mom, but I just kind of fell into it. Thanks to Ethan’s meticulous planning, we have more than enough to live on for quite a long time, and I knew I’d never get these years back. I have considered looking for a position next year though, after she starts kindergarten. I do miss teaching. Teenagers are an interesting breed.”
“Oh, I bet,” he laughed. “I feel sorry for the boys in your classes,”
“What? Why?” I asked, confused.
“Having you as a teacher? They probably had to hide their mammoth size boners the entire class period. I know I would have.”
“Oh my God! That’s so not true!” I gasped, grabbing a chocolate chip from the nearby bowl and chucking it at his head.
He ducked and the chocolate sailed past him and landed near the fireplace. All laughing aside, his voice grew serious, “You have no idea how devastatingly beautiful you are, do you?”
“No,” I whispered as he angled his body toward mine.
His fingers brushed the burgundy colored curls off my bare shoulder as his mouth found my collar bone.
“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, kissing the curve of my neck and nipping my ear lobe causing me to shudder.
“Absolutely stunning,” his lips traveled up my chin as his hands wrapped around my back to haul me closer.
“And so goddamn f**king sexy,” he growled before he claimed my lips as his own, branding me with his mouth, and taking my very soul with his kiss. Our tongues moved together as he leaned forward, pressing me into the nest of blankets and pillows laid out before the fire.
He pulled back and his eyes quietly searched mine, “We don’t have to do this tonight. I’ll wait. For however long it takes, Clare. I’m yours,” he whispered like a prayer.
Being sure to never break eye contact, I carefully brought my hands to the buttons of the sexy green dress I’d worn, slowly unbuttoning each one. His eyes flared with heat, but they never left mine. Finishing the last button, I pulled the two pieces of fabric apart, hearing his hissed response.
“Touch me, Logan.”
He didn’t hesitate. He pulled me up around the waist, my legs instantly wrapped around his torso as his mouth devoured mine. Sliding the rest of my dress off my shoulders, his eyes seemed to memorize every curve of my body. I should have felt exposed and intimated in just my black lace bra and thong, but I didn’t. I felt seductive, confident and sexy as hell. Deciding Logan was a little overdressed for our party, I moved my hands under his t-shirt and felt the hard ridges in his stomach and his killer upper body as I pushed the shirt up. He took over, doing that hot thing guys do with their shirts, grabbing the back of it and yanking it off, leaving nothing but Logan. Every muscled sexy, edible inch.
He saw the flash of desire in my eyes as he reached a hand behind my back for the clasp of my bra. Oh so slowly, he slid the straps down my shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor. Gently, he laid me back down on the blankets, and sat back on his heels to admire the view.
“God Clare, you’re perfect,” he said, looking at me like I was a feast and he couldn’t decide where to start first. Leaning down with his eyes still locked on mine, he took a nipple in his warm mouth, causing my body to bow off the ground. His hand cupped my other breast as he worked my nipple with his mouth, rolling it, flicking it and pinching it with his teeth. I moaned as his mouth shifted, working my other breast with the same lovely torture. Just when I thought I might actually come from this alone, his mouth traveled down my belly, stopping at my panty line. Glancing back up at me, he grabbed the two strips of fabric at my sides that made up my thong and slowly slid it down my body.
“Jesus,” he cursed, “Spread your legs for me, Clare,” he demanded, his voice low and rough.
I did as he said, spreading my legs wide, exposing myself to him completely.
“So f**king beautiful.”
I felt his hands caress my ankles before they moved to my knees and finally my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider. His head lowered and he slowly kissed is way up my thigh, working his way closer to my core. I was shaking with need and wet with desire.
“Do you want my mouth on you, Clare?” he asked as he fingers grazed my slick folds, causing a wave of pleasure to zing through my body.
“Yes!” I pleaded.
“Remember how I said you hold all the cards tonight? You have to tell me what you want.”
“Oh God, do it Logan, please!” I begged. I had lost all control and had no problem with begging him to get what I so desperately needed.
“You need to be a bit more specific, sweet Clare. What do you want me to do?” He was taunting me, driving me wild with his sexy voice as much as with his fingers as they continued their lazy journey.
“Lick me, Logan,” I demanded.
Before the words were barely out, his head descended and I was in heaven, my body ignited in flames as his tongue and mouth began their dark dance. Licking and teasing me, he pierced my body deeper, driving me closer to the edge. I moaned and cried out as the pleasure grew, building, climbing higher until I screamed out my release.