When You're Ready (Ready #1)(51)
Still reeling from my orgasm, I almost didn’t notice we were moving. With my arms and legs wrapped around his body, he carried me upstairs to his bedroom, carefully laying me on the bed. Done in dark grays, with splashes of red, Logan’s bedroom was very masculine and neat. But it could have been purple and covered in unicorns, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed as soon as he started to undo his belt buckle. I noticed the slight shake in his hands, and wondered how much he was restraining himself. The jeans and boxers came next and he let them slide the floor, leaving him bare before my eyes for the first time. Clothed Logan was sexy. Naked Logan was every woman's fantasy come to life. His body was flawless. Muscular and lean in all the right places, thanks to years of running and weight training, and lord, he was huge. Fully erect and begging to be touched. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I thought about wrapping my mouth around his hard length. As if he could read my mind, or maybe my facial expressions were really that obvious, Logan groaned as he walked forward.
“I still have the taste of you on my tongue and if you keep looking at me like that, this is going to be over really quick.”
Stopping at his nightstand, he opened it to pull out a condom, and then hesitated before settling his eyes on me.
“Clare. All the other women before you,” he breathed out.
Uh, why are we talking about this? Now?
“I never brought them here. I’ve never brought a woman to my bed. Ever,” he confessed, looking at me with those stormy blue eyes. Trying to comprehend what he just said, it dawned on me.
“Wait, never? But you were married.” I said.
“We had separate rooms. I set it up that way in the beginning because I thought it would allow her more sleep with my crazy schedule. Looking back now, I realize it was my attempt to keep distance,” he recalled.
“But what about earlier, when you weren’t married? Surely, you had her over?” I seriously couldn’t believe we were sitting here naked talking about his ex-wife. I seriously couldn’t believe I could form a sentence right now, with him looking like that, other than “Seexxxxx.”
“Ah, no. We always lived apart, and when we were together, we were at her place. Never mine. I’m sure she noticed, but she never said anything.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say.
“I wanted you to know, because you are the only woman I’ve ever wanted to share my bed with, or bring home. Clare, you are my home.”
And with that, I melted. Ex-wives and pasts are forgotten as I gave myself to him completely. Our bodies tangled together, as his hands and mouth mapped my body, taking over and fueling my desire.
Feeling his hard body on top of mine, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him hard against me. Pausing briefly, he reached for the condom on his nightstand, but I grabbed his hand instead.
“I’m on the pill,” I assured him. Having had horrible cramps since the day I turned thirteen, I’d been a lifer.
“Are you sure? I was tested right after I met you, but I would still understand,” he said, doubt clouding his features due to a past filled with regret.
“I trust you, Logan.”
He closed his eyes, savoring each word, before kissing me slowly until we were breathless.
Breaking apart only to look me in the eyes as he vowed, “From this moment on Clare, you’re mine.” He sealed his words as he entered my body with his own, filling me completely. He paused briefly, allowing my body to adjust to his, running his hands up and down my thighs.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, pulling out and thrusting back into me, making me gasp and moan at the same time. Every move, every caress was slow and sensual and his eyes stayed constantly locked with mine. He gently stroked my hair and kissed me slowly as we made love. In and out, his body moved against mine, as I felt the pressure begin to build inside of me. As if sensing my climb, Logan’s thumb reached down between us to find my clit, flicking it once, twice and I’m done, pleasure spiraling out of control.
With my legs still wrapped around his hips, he lifted me up in his lap, keeping us joined.
“Ride me. Like you did in the car, Clare,” he instructed.
Placing my hands on his broad shoulders for leverage, I moved, sliding up and down his hard shaft, riding him as his arms wrapped around my body and our eyes locked.
“That’s it, Clare. You feel so f**king good,” he moaned before devouring my mouth again, palming his hand on the nape of my neck. With a growl, I was instantly on my back again, Logan moving us around the bed as if I was weightless. Like a guitar string that snapped, the last shred of Logan’s control disappeared as he pushed my knees forward with his palms and drove into to me, sending me into a second orgasm as he came apart, letting out his own release with a roar. Both still breathless and unable to form words, he gathered me in his arms, pulling the blankets over us, as he began stroking my hair. Soon, the exhaustion of our lovemaking took its toll and sleep claimed me.
~Logan~
I awoke the next day, finding the room filled with sunlight as it streamed through the old windows, illuminating Clare’s beautiful red curls who slept against my chest. She’s was so beautiful. I kept telling her that, but I don’t think she would ever understand the world through my eyes. Her beauty radiated from every pore. It wasn’t just one feature, or characteristic. It was her, entirely. Her body, the way she carried herself and the kind of person she was made her beautiful.