He made a surprised noise, like he too had been expecting me to push him away, but once it was clear I was just as needy for it as he seemed to be, that noise turned hungry. He hauled me closer, leaving hardly any space between our bodies, and he kissed me hard.
His mouth worked at mine, and when I felt the sharp edge of teeth on my bottom lip, I gasped softly, giving him the space he needed to press his tongue inside my mouth.
And oh. That felt good. My tongue rose up to tangle with his, and I heard myself moan softly against his mouth.
I didn't have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about it. Not when his hands were sliding down from my shoulders, over my arms, and then down my back.
He had big hands. Big, capable hands. He was a doctor, so he knew how to be delicate and precise, I was sure, but there was nothing delicate about the way he grabbed my ass hard, making me squeak with surprise.
But that just lit the fire in me even brighter. My pussy throbbed at the sensation, and I panted into the kiss, rubbing myself closer to him.
When he laughed, it was a low chuckle that I felt all through my body, and it made me moan again.
Finally, we had to part a bit so we could breathe. His eyes were dark as he looked down at me, and I was reminded once again of the dream I'd had, even if his gaze lacked the anger it'd had then.
Now he just looked eager, and it was like the fire I could feel in me was echoed in the shine of his eyes.
If I was going to pull away, that was the moment. I could tell him I didn't have any interest in whatever he was doing, and go back to my room.
I could go downstairs and find Jason and go to his room instead if I was still so keyed up. Or I could use my hands the way I'd gotten used to lately.
But I didn't do any of those things. Instead, I tugged at Logan's shirt and pulled him back down into another kiss, this one just as harsh and messy as the first.
And he went willingly, letting me lead that time, groaning when I bit his lip and then sucked it lightly into my mouth.
The sound went straight to my pussy, making it throb and get slick with need. It was like every part of my body was aware that it had been so long since someone else had touched me that it didn't matter it was Logan who drove me nuts, who was doing the touching.
I pressed forward, practically begging for more with every inch of me, and Logan delivered.
He let one hand move from his hold on my ass and slid it around to the front, groping at my chest for a bit before he moved down and then further still, finding his way between my legs.
He cupped my pussy through my clothes, and my hips jerked forward, trying to grind down against him. That just made him laugh.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice so low and rough that it made me shiver. "I bet you're so wet for me, aren't you?"
I shook my head, even though we both knew it was a lie, and he just laughed again.
"You are. I know you are. Show me."
If there was a moment to bail on this, then it was this one. It was a chance to walk right out of his room, leave him horny and wanting, and pretend like it had never happened. But honestly? I wasn't even tempted to do that. Not with the goosebumps rising on my skin and my pussy soaking into my panties and a tantalizing bulge growing in Logan's sweatpants.
So, instead of telling him to go fuck himself, I stepped back out of his hold enough to start undressing.
I wasn't self-conscious about my body, really. I knew I had a lot of assets that men found sexy. My waist was slender, my hips were rounded, and my breasts were neat little handfuls with pink nipples. I had long, shapely legs, and soft skin, and there was no shame when I wiggled out of my soft cotton shorts and panties, letting him see what he wanted to see.
His eyes flashed with heat as he looked down at me, and his hand came back, cupping my now bare cunt, sliding his palm over the mound of it.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck."
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what there was to say. I could feel my heart beating out of control in my chest, and my mouth was dry. All I knew was I wanted him at that moment.
Apparently, he felt the same because he took his hand away, but before I could complain about the loss of touch, he was scooping me up like I weighed nothing and dumping me on his bed in a heap.
I glared at him as he moved his laptop to the nightstand, but then he was moving to loom over me, holding himself up above my body on his arms, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"You have no business being this fucking sexy," he growled, and I shivered as those words washed over me. "Who do you think you are? Flaunting that cute ass, those fucking pretty legs in your little shorts. You've just wanted to get fucked this whole time, didn't you?"
I shook my head again, but no words were coming out of my mouth. It was like I was struck dumb by what he was saying. The words were harsh, and they should have made me angry, but instead I was just wet, thighs growing slick and sticky as my juices ran down.
