Absolutely fucking not.
I set the knife down slowly, carefully. As if I'm dismantling a bomb. Then I turn towards her, stepping into her space until her back hits the counter. She looks up at me like sheknew, like she's been waiting for this to happen.
And fuck it, so have I.
“Get on the counter.”
Her lips part. “Logan—”
“You want your answer?” My voice is rough, borderline feral. I plant one hand beside her hip but leave the space, just in case she wants out. “You wanna know if I like it? You wannacome, Lulu?”
Her pulse flutters in her throat, eyes wide but unflinching. She licks her lips. “Y-yes.”
“Not good enough.” My palm glides firmly up her hip. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Her breath trembles, but her eyes don’t leave mine. She shifts forward, closing the last inch between us, her body pressing into my space.
“I want you to show me. I… I want you to make me come.Please.”
That’s all it takes—my restraint burns to ash.
I grab her hips and lift, setting her easily onto the counter. The hem of her dress rides up instantly, baring smooth thighs I’ve been trying not to think about all damn day.
I shove the fabric higher and out of my way, then sink to my knees in front of her.
My eyes lock on hers. “Last chance, Parnell.”
She nods, eyes never leaving mine. “Show me.”
Her panties are soft under my fingers, but I hook them aside and press my mouth to her pussy before she can say another word.
The taste floods my senses, and every rational thought disintegrates. I grip her thighs and throw her legs over my shoulders, spreading her open as my tongue drags over her slowly, teasingly, just to hear the way her breath stutters.
She gasps when I press the tip of my tongue on her clit, her hips jolting toward my mouth, and I grip harder, pinning her wide.
“Fuck, you tasteinsane.”
“Logan—” My name breaks in her throat, her fingers yanking at my hair with the kind of sting I want to burn into memory.
Good. I want her desperate. I want her ruined.
I flatten my tongue, circle her clit, then suck hard. She cries out, muffling it against her wrist, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
Slowly, I push a finger into her, then another, filling her while my mouth works her over. She clenches around me, slick and tight andfucking perfect, and I groan into her, curling my fingers deep.
“Feel that?” I rasp against her clit. “You’re gonna come on my tongue, Lulu. For me. Not for those assholes who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.Me.”
“Possessive, much?” She huffs a laugh that’s broken as she arches, thighs trembling on my shoulders. “Oh my god—”
“Mmm, you're goddamn right I am.” I suck harder, tongue flicking faster. “Show me how bad you need this. Give it to me.”
She breaks. Loud and shaking, clutching my hair with both hands as her backs bows and she comes hard around my fingers, my mouth,me. I don’t stop, working her through it until her body goes soft and trembling, and she’s slumped against the cabinets, her chest heaving, and skin flushed.
Only then do I rise. My jaw’s wet, my pulse jackhammering, my cock aching like I’m about to explode.
She blinks up at me, dazed. Wrecked.Beautiful.So fucking beautiful. I grab her hand and press it to the thick, aching bulge straining my sweats.
“Does that feel like I don’t like it, baby?” My voice is all gravel and hunger.
