“I want you to straddle me just like you’re doing, but take me inside. Ride me hard.”
I shudder. “But…” I pause. “We’ve never done it that way before.”
“I know.” He strokes my hip gently. “And I can’t believe that. Can you? We’ve tried lots of positions. Why have we never tried this?”
Because I’m scared to be in control. I feel so out of control in practically every area of my life, and I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have a handle on things.
I look away from Logan, but he takes my chin in his hand so I have to make eye contact with him.
His gaze is calm. “You’re scared. Of what? Is it something about the position?”
I shrug. “I don’t know how to…ride you. I don’t know what I’m doing being in charge that way.”
“Sure you do. You’re sexy as hell. Just follow your instincts. Let your body guide you.”
I hesitate.
“Can we put music on?”
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Logan reaches for his iPod.
I laugh when Joe Cocker comes out of the speakers.
“Leave your hat on.” I grab his cowboy hat off the floor. “Should I wear it?”
Logan’s eyes spark. “Definitely wear the hat. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it.”
I slip the cowboy hat over my head. Logan reaches up and adjusts it so it’s not hanging over my eyes. Then, he gestures me closer.
And I don’t know if it’s wearing the hat or listening to the song, but as I climb over Logan and brace my hands on his shoulders, suddenly I no longer feel afraid.
I feel fearless. Brave. Bold.
I sink down onto him, taking him all the way inside me. He lets out a strangled cry, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He fills me completely, and I’m halfway to coming already.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs into my neck. “I love this. Love feeling you take me this way.”
Logan’s hands grip my hips, but this ride is all me. I move up and down fiercely, riding him like he’s a stallion, and I keep going until we’re both soaked in sweat and calling out each other’s names as we climax.
I climb off of him and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You’re one sexy cowgirl,” Logan says in that slow drawl I love.
“Did I tire you out?” I tease him.
“Not even close.” He leans in to kiss me. “And I don’t think the song’s done, either.”
The iPod seems to have gotten stuck on shuffle. “Do you want to change it?”
“Naw. I think I’d like to remember having sex with you over and over to this.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The abrupt howl of a police siren gets our attention.
“Shit.” Logan grabs his pants and pulls them on quickly. “I bet somebody heard us.”
“Who?” I look behind me. “There’s no one around.”
