I had been clay in the palm of his hands, molding myself to his every move, soothing his every lick of pain, covering every wound with a gentle kiss. I felt a resounding shift inside of my body, inside of my soul. His kiss was enough to claim me forever. And I’d happily obliged, entranced like a moth to a flame.
I’d give anything to see you in one of mine.
But it hadn’t been enough. He could probably tell how young and inexperienced I was. How I’d fumbled in my reciprocation of his touch. Too innocent to match his need for a more mature obscenity. Too boring. Too— I felt the hot sting of tears in the corners of my eyes as panic pooled inside of my stomach.
I’d failed him.
ChapterThirteen
I was still comingdown from the high of Logan’s mouth between my legs and he was already winding me back up again. His lips were skating lazily along my collarbone, his knee pressing into the bed between mine as he kept himself propped up over me, his fingers teasing me as they grazed my stomach.
“Logan,” I breathed, arching toward him.
He was distracted again, focused now on kissing my jaw. His movements were sporadic, almost clumsy, like he didn’t know which need to yield to first.
“Hmm?” he hummed into my ear.
I closed my eyes as he bent down to slide his tongue over my nipple. “I want to feel you,” I whispered.
I heard a low grunt from the back of his throat as his teeth nibbled my hip. God, why did that feel so good? “Do you feel this?” he asked as he slid his finger over the center of my panties, over that deliciously throbbing point of pleasure.
I gasped, and then he was kissing my mouth again, as if wanting to taste my reaction to his touch. He nipped at my lower lip before his mouth was back on my neck.
“Yes, but . . .” I gulped, trying to focus. “But that’s not what I meant.”
His hand slid underneath me, cupping my ass and squeezing as he easily lifted my hips off the bed and then set me back down. “What do you mean, then?” He kissed my mouth. “Tell me, Amelia. I’ll give you anything you want.”
His eyes—normally a bright, honey brown—were now dark and dangerous as he regarded me. My body buzzed beneath him. “I want to feel you,” I repeated. “Inside of me.”
Logan stilled. His eyes were opaque. Frosted and glassy. But a maddening hint of concern traced along his forehead.
“I don’t . . .” He hesitated, looking down at my mouth before snapping his eyes back up to mine. “We don’t have to do anything more.” His restraint, I could tell, was already disintegrating. But still, he tried. “I have no expectations, Amelia.”
“I don’t think you do,” I assured him. “But Logan—” I paused, looking him in the eye. “Ineedto feel you. Please.”
I watched his throat bob. “Amelia.” My name was ecstasy on his tongue.
Reaching my arms out to his waist, I started to unfasten the button of his jeans. He watched my fingers work with intense focus as I tugged his zipper down before slipping my hand beneath the elastic of his boxers. I curled my fingers around the base of him and he thrust himself into my hand, a guttural moan escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.
His breathing became completely erratic as he moved to push his jeans all the way off, and then he was pushing off his boxers, and I couldn’t help but stare at him.
He was . . . big.
“Amelia.” His voice was velvet and uneven. “I don’t have anything . . .”
I had to focus on his words for a moment before I realized what he meant.Oh. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
He nodded once, as if still unsure. His eyes raked over my body as I lay before him. And then he gently hooked his index fingers into the straps of my panties, pulling the fabric slowly down my legs and off of my body.
“You are so perfect,” he said, his eyes wild, caught between my legs. Utter admiration and awe poured from him.
“Come here,” I commanded, my own voice raspy.
His eyes flicked to mine as he leaned over me, pushing my legs open with his as he looked down at me with that dedicated focus. His nose grazed mine. “Amelia.” He said my name like a prayer. “Are you sure?”
I curled my fingers into his hair and nipped his chin with my teeth. “Yes, Logan. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Please. Let me feel you.”
It was enough to satisfy his concern. Enough, even, for him to realize that concern was a waste of time. And then he was slowly, delicately, carefully pushing into me.
