Logan (Wild Boys After Dark, #1)(31)

Logan had never felt so alive or so vulnerable.

Stella rocked her hips, and he pressed in deeper, keeping her still.

“I just want to feel you wrapped around me for a minute.”

“Yes.” Her legs circled his waist, locked at the ankles.

He moved slowly at first, eking out every second of loving her he could. Logan reared up, drinking in the flush on her chest, the sheen of sweat on her brow. Her eyes darkened as he thrust in deep. She frantically clutched at the sheets, fighting her release.

“More, Logan. God, give me more.”

He gently turned her onto her stomach and lifted her onto her knees, kissing the hollow at the base of her spine, teasing her clit, weighing what she really wanted from him. How far she wanted this to go.

“Take me, Logan. I can’t wait any longer.”

She pressed her ass back as he entered her wet center. He wanted everything with Stella. He wanted to climb into her skin and experience every emotion she did. He wanted to make her feel things she’d never felt before, but mostly he wanted her to feel safe every second they were together.

He pressed his chest to her back and nibbled the shell of her ear. “I want to touch you, Stella. I want to touch your ass.”

“Yes.” One long, heated breath.

“You’re sure?”

“God, Logan. I want this. I want you.”

He kissed his way down her spine, his heart racing with anticipation, full with emotion. He spread her cheeks and teased her hole with his thumb, earning a sweet, sexy moan. She moved in time to each hard thrust as he taunted, but he didn’t enter her ass. It was too much to resist. He was afraid she’d change her mind, and there was no going back. He gripped her hips and drove his cock into her center deeper.

“Keep touching me, Logan. I love when you do that.”

His slick chest met her back as he reached around to her mouth. She sucked his fingers, nearly making him come. He slid one wet finger into her tightest orifice and felt her sex go impossibly tighter. A heady groan escaped his lungs as he reached around her waist with his other hand to stroke the secret spot he knew she loved. She pressed back, taking his finger in deeper.

“Ohgodohgod. Logan.”

She panted, rising up and bringing them as close as two people could get. Her head fell back as the orgasm tore through her, claiming her, pulsating around Logan’s hard shaft. He wrapped his arms around her as she seated herself fully on his lap, her inner muscles still claiming them both.

“God, Logan. That was…” She panted. “Amazing.”

He gathered her hair over one shoulder and kissed the back of her neck.

“I want you on top of me so I can watch you come.”

He lifted her easily by the waist, lay on his back, then lowered her onto his slick erection.

“Oh, God.” She pressed her palms to his chest as she rode him. “You feel so good.”

“Good doesn’t even come close...”

It took all his focus to keep from coming. She was so beautiful, opening up to him, riding him, becoming one with him. He couldn’t wait another second; had to see her come so he could give in to the mounting pressure of his own release. He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her hard.

“Come for me again.”

He sucked one breast into his mouth while squeezing her other nipple between his index finger and thumb.

“Ohgodohgodohgod.”

He brought his hand between her legs and stroked her the way she loved. She gripped his shoulders and slammed her eyes shut as she spiraled over the edge. He swept her beneath him mid-orgasm and drove into her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm and taking him right up to the edge. His balls tightened, and his body flashed hot as he ground out her name—Stella—and surrendered to his own intense release.





Chapter Ten


STELLA AWOKE TO an empty bed, a full heart, and a head full of worry. Last night she’d felt closer to Logan than she’d ever felt to anyone, but would it be weird with him today? What if he regretted opening up to her?

The bed is empty. Of course he regrets it.

She knew it was too much to hope for, to be normal again. To allow herself to feel something for a man again. Rational thinking went out the door as hatred for Kutcher pushed her insecurities, which had magnified over the last few months, to the surface, convoluting her thoughts. Worry turned to disappointment, which quickly turned to anger.

She threw the blankets off and stomped into the bathroom, where she found fresh towels and all of her personal items unpacked.

Hm.

That was a sweet gesture for a guy who regretted being with her.

She showered and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush towel and knelt beside her bags. Logan came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I already unpacked for you. I hope you don’t mind, but I figured it might make you more comfortable.” He was shirtless, wearing a pair of faded jeans that rode dangerously low on his hips.

“Oh.” She rose, and he reached for her, drawing her down to his lap. “Thank you.”

He had an easy smile—definitely not the look of a man who was using her. He looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him.

“You okay?” He brushed her wet hair from her shoulder.

“Uh-huh.” Hope swelled inside her, and when fear tried to quell it, she forced that fear aside. She’d felt enough disappointment in her life. She wanted to enjoy this, to allow herself to feel happy again.