“You really think I wanted you to walk away?” he whispers, forehead brushing mine. “You think I wanted to watch you go?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you wanted.”
“I wantedyou.” His grip tightens. “I still do.”
My breath catches, chest heaving. I don’t answer—Ican’t. Not with the way his thigh presses between my legs, not with the way his eyes dare me to deny that I want him too.
So I kiss him instead.
Hard.
Messy.
Desperate.
He lets me. For a second. Then he growls again and shoves me back harder against the wall, hands already yanking at my clothes. His mouth moves to my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, and I don’t even care. I want tofeelit tomorrow. Want to remember this exact second.
My hoodie hits the floor. Then my shirt. Logan steps back, breath shallow as he looks at me—eyes dragging over every inch of bare skin like he’s trying to memorize it.
Then he steps forward again, and I’m gone.
Totally fucking gone.
Logan grabs my wrist again and pulls me away from the wall—walking me backward through his apartment like he knows I can’t tear my eyes off him.
I don’t even try.
My chest’s bare, jeans already halfway undone, and I’m too turned on to care what I look like. Too needy to feel anything excepthim.
The back of my knees hit the edge of his bed, and I sit automatically, breath catching when he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Don’t—” My voice breaks. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.”
His fingers skim my waistband, eyes locked on mine. “You gonna let me?”
I nod.
Then I nod again, harder, because words feel impossible with the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m his favorite sin.
He pulls off one shoe and then the other, then I lift my hips enough to help him get me out of my clothes. My jeans and boxers hit the floor, and he exhales this sound—somewhere between a curse and a prayer—as though he’s seeing me for the first time and I’m everything he’s been holding back from.
And then his mouth is on me.
Hot and wet andperfect—his lips wrapping around the head of my cock, tongue teasing the sensitive back side, he already knows exactly how to make me fall apart.
I groan, hips twitching, fingers gripping his hair before I can stop myself. “Fuck, yes,” I moan as I hit the back of histhroat and he swallows around my crown. “Oh holy mother fucking shit.”
He hums around me, sending vibrations down my spine and making my thighs tremble. I swear I’m gonna come in seconds if he keeps this up. But then he pulls off with a soft pop, lips shiny, eyes wrecked.
“Not like that,” he mutters, pushing to his feet and stripping out of his clothes in record time. Then he climbs over me, kissing up my body. “Not this time.”
I don’t even know whatthis timemeans, but I’m too far gone to ask.
His mouth finds mine again as he straddles my lap, grinding down until our cocks press together, bare and leaking, and I nearly lose it on the spot. The feel of him against me, hot and hard and ready to fuck me, has me arching up into him and spreading my legs.
“Logan—”
