“Shut up,” he says, kissing me again. Slower now. Like he’s trying totasteme, not just devour me.
His hands cradle my jaw, thumbs brushing my cheeks, and the way he’s looking at me—it’s not just heat and lust and anger anymore.
It’s more.
Too much.
“You still want this?” he whispers.
I nod.
“I need to hear it.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes. I want you.”
“Good,” he growls, mouth claiming mine again.
When he grinds against me again, slow and deep, I let out a noise I’ve never made before. High and needy, and one hundred percent destroyed.
His hands slide down my thighs, parting them more with a gentle firmness that makes me shiver.
He leans down, lips brushing my ear.
“Been thinking about this every fucking night since you blew me in that shower.”
“Then why did you freeze me out?”
“I didn’t.” His voice is rough. “I just… I didn’t know how to do this without losing my mind.”
“You kind of already have.”
He laughs, breathless, nipping at my throat. “Yeah. On you.”
He doesn’t rush.
That surprises me.
After everything, I thought he’d tear into me like a man starved—because that’s exactly how I feel. But instead, Logan touches me like I’m something worth taking his time on.
His mouth brushes down my chest, nipping at the edge of each rib like he’s mapping my body in memory. My hips jerk when his tongue flicks over the dip of my stomach.
“Easy,” he murmurs, his hand braced on my thigh. “You’ll get what you want.”
“You’re a cocky bastard.”
He grins. “You love it.”
He’s not wrong.
He kisses lower, and I arch—helpless under the warmth of his mouth and the scrape of his stubble. “I need your mouth on me.”
I thread my fingers into his hair, attempting to encourage him in the direction I need him to go, and he laughs, then kisses along my oblique. Open-mouthed, hot, wet kisses,until my cock is so jumpy for his attention that I scrape my fingers over his scalp.
“Impatient, aren’t you, Captain?”
“Suck me.”
He laughs and drops a kiss to my swollen head. “No.”
