Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mia
Logan gently set me down onto the kitchen table, his hungry eyes devouring me like I was indeed a dessert he was to consume.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” His raspy voice was sexy, but me?
I shook my head. I didn’t feel sexy or beautiful, especially when I was about to be naked for the first time in front of him.
“That’s gonna change, too.” His head lowered to press a sweet kiss against my nose, and his hands moved up my thighs to the lowest button on my blouse.
One button undone.
His fingers moved on to the next and the next until all the buttons were undone. As he opened my shirt, I sucked in my belly slightly, feeling that ever-present self-conscious issue roll through my head.
Logan’s eyes looked down at my breasts and my belly. “Do you know what men find the most attractive about a woman?”
His fingers ran over the cleavage spilling over my bra and then dipped down and down. Shivers ran along my skin in the wake of his purposeful touch as he moved to unbutton my skirt.
“Nice rack and ass?” I took a guess all while watching him as he began removing my skirt. I lifted up slightly to help him wiggle it off me.
He left my red panties on though.
“Confidence. A woman who knows she’s sexy is irresistible to a man.”
Yep, that was not me. I lacked that, and while I knew it was sad that I did, there was nothing I could do about that. I was hoping this wholebeing with Logan in the momentthing would have me feeling better about myself and not reminding me of how far I’d fallen. Once upon a time, I had been that girl, but she was gone now. Fled this body. Maybe she was off in Tahiti with the scuba instructor and his friend.
“I almost tackled you to the sand and kissed the fuck out of your mouth at the drum circle. Did you know that when you closed your eyes and danced so free, not caring about anything but yourself, that I was so turned on that I had to lie about needing to take a call when I just had to get space away to calm the desire to claim your sexy mouth?”
My breath shuddered.He what?
His tongue flicked and licked his way up my leg, stopping a hairbreadth away from the apex of my thighs. Then, he began the same treatment on my other leg. My right hand moved to the top of his head, feeling his hair between my fingers like I’d been dying to do for days.
“I didn’t know.”
I remembered him saying he had to take a call, but I would never have guessed it was because of being turned on.
“I’ve been thinking about how you let go and surrender to the feelings around you, how you would fall apart when you came beneath me. When you let yourself free, Mia, it’s like watching you give yourself release. The hottest fucking sight I ever seen.”
His words. God, his words. I made him feel like this, and I wasn’t even wearing lingerie in that moment.
“Oh God,” I moaned as his nose nuzzled my sex, breathing me in. I didn’t even let my mind wander to those insecurities of him being down there.
“When you walked into the restaurant this morning, so fine, and you knew it with that sexy outfit, with every sway of your bite-worthy hips. I got so turned on that I had to run to the restroom and talk myself out of bending you over the table, putting your tits in the spaghetti sauce and then licking them clean after we both found release.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Touch those tits, Mia. Make yourself feel good. Show me what you want me to do to them.” His voice vibrated against my clit, making me squirm.
My chest rose and fell in sync with his breaths against my sex.
I brought the hand that had been in his hair to my breast, kneading the flesh, feeling the desire to touch my nipple. I teased myself, just as I wanted Logan to do, before dipping into my bra and rolling my nipple between my fingers.
I bit my bottom lip, feeling wholly erotic and liking this sensation of my touch and his now-open kisses against my panty-clad core.
“Lie back, Mia,” he commanded.
And I did.
