I can feel her getting close—the way her walls start to flutter around my fingers, the way her breathing goes shallow and desperate.
I add a third finger, stretching her, and her back arches off the bed.
“Logan, I’m—oh fuck?—”
She comes hard, thighs clamping around my head, grinding against my mouth as she rides it out. I don’t let up, working her through every wave until she’s pushing at my head, oversensitive.
When I finally pull back, my chin is wet with her, and she’s looking at me like I just gave her religion.
“Come here,” she breathes.
I crawl up her body, and she pulls me into a kiss that’s all heat and need. She can taste herself on me, and it seems to turn her on even more because she’s wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I can feel myself getting hard again already—because apparently, when it comes to Sloane Rhodes, my refractory period is nonexistent.
“I need you inside me,” she says against my mouth, then pulls back to look at me with those devastating eyes. “And before you ask—yes, I’m sure. Yes, I want this. And no, you’re not going to break me, so stop holding back.”
There it is. That confidence. That fire.
“You’re going to ruin me,” I tell her honestly.
Her smile is slow and wicked. “Good. You’ve been ruining me since my brother brought you home.”
I reach for the nightstand, fumbling for a condom, and she takes it from me, tearing it open with her teeth—which shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
Her hands are steadier than mine as she rolls it on, and then I’m lining myself up, and she’s guiding me in.
I push inside in one smooth thrust, and we both moan at the sensation.
“Move,” she demands, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you dare go slow.”
I don’t. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, and she cries out.
“Yes, like that—harder?—”
I set a punishing rhythm, giving her exactly what she’s asking for. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and her increasingly desperate moans.
I shift the angle, hooking her leg over my shoulder, and the new position lets me go even deeper.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, eyes rolling back. “Right there—fuck, Logan?—”
I reach between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles while I pound into her.
“I can feel you,” I grit out. “You’re close again.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Please don’t stop?—”
I won’t. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m chasing this with her, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine.
Her walls start to flutter around me, and I know she’s right there.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
That does it. She shatters, clenching around me so hard I see stars, and the sensation drags me over the edge with her.
I thrust through it, both of us gasping and shaking, until I finally collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her.
We’re both panting, sweat-slicked and trembling.
