I whimper.
Actuallywhimper.
And Logan definitely hears it.
Hepulls back just enough to look down at me, his eyes blazing with something hungry and wild. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already this worked up?”
I can’t lie.
Can’t play it cool.
I’m so far from cool right now that I could be on a different planet.
“I’ve been thinking about it all week,” I admit. “Since the rink. Since… before when you…in the showers.”
He groans softly, like that confession tips something inside him over the edge.
“Take off your hoodie,” he says. Not a request as he drags the zipper down and pushes the fabric to the side.
I move to do it, fumbling slightly as I sit up as much as possible with him hovering over me, but Logan grabs the wrists and peels it off my arms for me, slow and deliberate, his fingers grazing my skin. It sends a pulse of awareness to my balls, and I bite back another whimper. Fuck, he has me on edge from a brush of his skin against mine.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
I look away, embarrassed. “I’m fine.”
He tips my chin back toward him. “You’re allowed to be nervous. But you don’t have to be scared. I told you—I’ll take care of you. And none of this leaves these four walls.”
God, why does that hit harder than anything else? With all of the teasing and little jabs on and off the rink, I wouldn’t have pegged Logan as a…what? Sensitive Dom? A Daddy Dom? Okay with letting this just be between the two of us?
He leans down, kissing me again—slower this time. Steady. Deep. Like he’s trying to make good on that promise already.
Then his hand slides down, fingers trailing over the waistband of my sweats.
He meets my gaze and waits.
I nod.
“Say it,” he reminds me.
“Yes.”
That’s all it takes.
He slips his hand inside.
And my brain short circuits.
His fingers wrap around me, and I suck in a breath so sharp it burns.
“Fuck,” I whisper, head falling back as Logan strokes me—slow at first, then tighter, more purposeful, like he already knows exactly how I like it.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, lips brushing the underside of my jaw. “That what you need, Captain?”
I nod frantically, barely breathing. “Yeah.”
He pumps again, thumb dragging over the head of my cock, slicking the motion, making my whole body jerk.
“You’ve been holding this in for a long time, haven’t you?” he asks, voice like smoke against my skin. “All that control. All that pressure. Bet it gets heavy.”
