He leaned in toward me. I thought he might kiss me, but he turned his head, leaning down near my ear. “Being inside you,” he whispered against my hair. “Making you come.”
My sex clenched at the sultry sound of his voice and a breathy moan slipped from my lips. Oh God, he was hot.
“But I won’t do that. We can’t.” He swallowed roughly, his throat constricting with the effort.
I rubbed my br**sts against him, hoping to change his mind. My sensitive ni**les rasped against his firm chest, which only succeeded in making me hotter.
“Please…Logan…” I breathed, continuing to rub myself against him like a cat against a scratching post.
“Not here.” He took my hand and pulled me into my apartment, kicking the door shut behind us and pressing my back against the wall. He kissed me senseless while I writhed against him. He gripped my ass and pressed his erection against me. I’m not sure how long it went on, but my panties were soaking wet, and I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
I reached between us for the button on his jeans, but his hand found mine and stopped me. “Ashlyn, no.” He let out a frustrated growl and worked to get his breathing under control. Then he pressed a kiss to my nose. “You’ve been drinking. Please. Let me put you to bed.”
“God, yes,” I moaned.
He chuckled. “I meant that I’d tuck you in to sleep.”
Oh hell. I’d tried and failed to seduce the one man I truly wanted. My chest suddenly felt tight, and I swallowed hard, forcing my emotions to take a back seat. I nodded my consent and untangled myself from him. I wouldn’t cry, but damn if I didn’t feel rejected, betrayed.
I headed into my bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light, since the moonlight filtering in provided plenty of light to see by. I collapsed onto my bed, hoping he’d just leave me alone before I broke down with the tears that were certain to come. So, of course, he didn’t. Logan followed me in, knelt beside my bed and helped me get under the covers.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, which sounded more like a disappointed sigh.
“Hey.” He brushed my loose strands of hair back from my face. “What’s wrong?”
I swallowed the giant lump that had lodged itself in my throat. “I feel like an idiot. I threw myself at you, and…and…” I couldn’t even get the words out. Epic. Fail.
He continued brushing my hair back from my forehead, smoothing it down. “I’m sorry.”
“Just leave me.” I pressed my thighs together and clenched my fists.
He watched me with a curious expression. “Oh hell, I can’t leave you like this. Let me take care of you tonight.”
My eyes flew open and my heartbeat built to an uncomfortable rhythm. Did he mean…
He peeled the blankets off me and ran his hands along my bare legs. “Tell me how to make you come.”
I met his dark eyes, but my voice refused to cooperate. He wasn’t rejecting me, but it wasn’t lost on me that he was refusing to share himself with me. For the time being, I was powerless to stop this. I desperately needed the release.
“What do you like, beautiful?”
My clit throbbed at his words. Oh, I wanted this. I couldn’t stop now for all the money in the world. He leaned down and kissed my mouth with soft, nipping bites and tender chaste kisses.
“Touch me, please,” I begged.
He pulled back from my mouth and eased down my cotton shorts and panties, removing them completely. I should have felt embarrassed, exposed, but I didn’t. I ached for his touch. He placed his palm flat against my belly, his fingers brushing past my tattoo on their way south. My breath hitched and I couldn’t help but lift my hips off the bed, eager to feel his hands against me. It was like the fantasy I’d had about him, only better than I expected.
His eyes devoured me and I found myself suddenly thankful that Liz had chastised my grooming habits a few months ago and I was now in the habit of shaving completely bare. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss against my tattooed hip and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. His kisses continued all along my belly and the top of my mound. Heat and desire flooded his eyes when he pulled back to look at me.
He lifted my hips to make room for himself on the bed and positioned himself near me. He pressed a kiss to my belly and I let out a soft whimper.
He sat back to admire me, and ran his fingers over the clean shaven folds. He used his thumbs to open my inner lips, gently rubbing his fingers against the wetness. “So pretty,” he whispered.
I couldn’t help but moan. My clit was swollen and overly sensitive.
“Please,” I begged.
“I’ll make it better.”
He used his thumb to trace a slow, circular pattern over my clit and leaned down to kiss me. I ravaged his mouth with my tongue, so appreciative of his skilled fingers. My breathing came faster and my moans more pronounced against his onslaught of kisses. He brought his other hand up to my jaw, and tilted my head to the side, sucking and biting all along my neck while his fingers continued their mesmerizing dance.
I pressed my head back against the pillow and lifted my hips to writhe against his talented hand. I was so close. I opened my eyes to watch him and his eyes were locked on mine.
He brought his middle finger to his open mouth, and wetted it with a suckling motion. Then he gently eased his long finger inside me while continuing to work over me over with his other hand. The dual sensations were too much. I bucked my hips off the bed, matching his pace to grind against him. My moans got louder and less controlled. “Logan,” I called out.