Blow(58)

I tried to ignore the fact that I’d never felt this way.

I needed to get out of my own head.

And I did. I let thoughts of him sweep me away. Strange thoughts. Like how I wanted to taste him from his lips to his feet, how I wanted to drag my tongue down his body and lick every bit of him.

My fingers fumbled with his zipper and I faltered when his hands shot right between my thighs.

Raging doses of hormones were in the air. Bucking wildly, his hips pressed against mine, and his cock felt like steel against my lower belly. We’d both been overtaken with the need to f*ck, and he urged me back until my ass was flush against the countertop.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice was rough like gravel.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I didn’t want any talking.

Thank God, there were not more words. The only thing that followed was touching. By the time I could think again, his fingertips were already stroking my * and it felt way too good to think about stopping.

With skill, he rubbed small circles around my opening, getting closer with each one. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

No talking during sex was always my rule. Normally, I would have dictated the terms up front and left by now due to their violation. Yet instead of backing away, I found myself moaning, what, I’m not even sure. Before I could figure out what I was saying, he pushed a finger inside me. He wasn’t in a hurry as he plunged deeper and drew it back up all way to my clit. He repeated this over and over, and I responded to every delicious movement he made.

I was thankful for the whirring of the fan because I couldn’t stop the noises I was making. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he moved or the fact that a man hadn’t had his hands on me in so long, but the feeling was intoxicating.

I felt lost to my body.

To him.

To what was inevitable.

When he inserted a second finger inside me, I gasped, but when he moved his hand in the same way that he had before, I cried out.

My lips were still on his, and our breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.

As his hand continued to pleasure me, I tried to reach for his zipper again, but then he inserted a third finger and started circling my clit with his other hand and I lost my mind.

He was f*cking me with his hand, and the sensations were building and building. I abandoned any thought of touching his cock and held onto his shoulders to keep myself upright.

When I bit down on his lip to stop myself from screaming, his kisses turned rougher. His lips traveled from my mouth, along my jaw, and down to one of my breasts, and his teeth skimmed along the way as well. The sting felt good as he licked it away.

Pleasure began to course through me in a way I’d never felt. Sparks of sensations lapped at my core over and over. Perhaps it was what happened when danger, terror, lust, want, and need all mixed together, or maybe it was just him. But when those tiny sparks came faster and faster, I felt my * tighten around his fingers. The pleasure was unbelievable, and I came with such intensity that each spasm was like a shudder that rolled into the next but at a higher level, and I had to bite my lip so hard to stop from screaming that I could taste blood.

As my orgasm slowed, I let go of my hold on his arms and reached for his zipper again. “I want to see you naked,” I said breathlessly.

I couldn’t believe I said that.

But I did.

He dropped his forehead to the crook of my neck. “You don’t know what you’re doing. What this means.”

I leaned back to look at him. He wouldn’t raise his eyes, but I could see that his face was almost pained. “I don’t care about any of that right now.”

He shook his head. “Elle, there’s so much you don’t know about me.”

I took his face in my hands. “And there’s so much you don’t know about me. But right now none of that matters.” I eased my lips back to his and started licking around them. As I dragged my tongue down his jaw, I slid my hands under his shirt, and I swore I felt him shudder.

Logan stepped back, and I wasn’t sure if he was still torn or had decided to leave. He wouldn’t look at me.

All I could see was his heart beating wildly. “Logan, it’s okay. It’s just you and me in this small room.”

It was obvious he was waging a war with his own demons. I’d waged enough of those in my time to know one when I saw one.

He nodded, and then he pulled his shirt over his head.

I stared at the smoothness of his skin and couldn’t wait to touch it. I admired the twin dark circles on his chest and wanted to taste them. I counted the rips in his abs—six. I sketched with my eyes the lines of his hip bones that jutted into his pants and reached to trace them.

Logan slid his pants and boxers down at the same time and let them fall to the ground. My fingers didn’t waver as they continued to glide down the path I had started upon. I stayed on task and dropped to my knees so as not to get off course. What was it I’d thought in the back of my mind when I first saw him? He was a man who could bring a woman to her knees. I wasn’t wrong.

I licked my lips at his naked form. He had another scar on the inside of his thigh, very close to his private parts, and I wondered what had happened. But it didn’t matter, because he was still beautiful. A very faint, thin line of hair led down to his cock, which was jutting out in the most magnificent way. He was big, really big, and the thought of tasting him made my mouth water.