I reclaimed her mouth before trailing my lips and tongue down her chin, to her earlobe, and along the column of her neck. A soft moan escaped her, a sound of pure surrender that sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through me. I could feel myself growing harder, painfully so, beneath my pants.
“Do you want me to stop here, beautiful?” I asked, my breath hot on her sensitive skin.
“No… Don’t stop, Logan… Please…” she begged, arching into me.
I obeyed without hesitation. I continued my descent, my mouth finding the lush swell of her breasts. I cupped one, my thumb circling its peak while my tongue flicked over the other. Evelyn gasped, her hands flying to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pressed me closer. I took the hint, drawing her nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she was writhing.
“Logan…” she moaned, my name a prayer. “Don’t stop, please…”
“You said you were in doubt…” I reminded her, my voice a low rumble against her skin.
“Forget what I said, just…please…” Her plea ended in a sharp cry as I sucked harder. “Just…don’t stop.”
But I did stop, pulling away just enough to draw a sound of pure protest from her lips. I smiled; I had something better in mind.
I hooked my fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs. Then I slipped my arms under her knees, lifting her legs to rest over my shoulders. Cradling her hips, I lowered my head and slowly ran my tongue through her slick heat. She was already wet, more than ready. Her moan was the most delicious sound I’d ever heard. I traced her folds with the tip of my tongue, and her hips lifted off the mattress.
“More, Logan… More, please…More…” she chanted, her voice breaking on each word.
“You want more? You like that?” I delved deeper, penetrating her with my tongue, and watched her body bow with pleasure. I continued tasting her, savoring her essence and the symphony of her moans, which grew louder, more frantic, as I focused on her clit, flicking and circling before drawing it into my mouth to suck gently.
Her whispered pleas became incoherent, a litany of gasps and sighs until she cried out my name one last time. Every muscle in her body tensed and then released in a powerful wave as she came apart beneath my mouth.
I gently lowered her legs back to the mattress and stood, retrieving a condom from my wallet. I held it up, my eyebrow arched as she watched me, her chest still heaving.
“So… will we be needing this?” I teased. “Or are you still in doubt?”
A slow, sated smile spread across her face. “I think you’ve successfully eliminated all my doubts.”
Smiling, I finally shed the rest of my clothes. The way her eyes darkened as they raked over my hardened length left no room for uncertainty. I sheathed myself and returned to bed, settling between her legs. I paused, looking deep into her eyes, losing myself in that connection for a long, breathless moment. It was an intimacy I’d never bothered to find with anyone else.
I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her yielding to me, inch by exquisite inch. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as I filled her completely. I held still, memorizing the look of pure ecstasy on her face, before I began to move.
My thrusts started slow and deep. My mouth was everywhere—kissing the curve of her neck, her jaw, her lips—while my hands occupied her breasts, her hips, her ass. I couldn't get enough of her. Her own hands were just as greedy, her nails scoring my back, her fingers gripping my shoulders.
I gradually increased my pace, and her hips rose to meet mine, each thrust a demand for more. Her moans mingled with the guttural sounds tearing from my own throat. I held back my own climax, waiting, until I felt the telltale tension coiling in her body, signaling she was close.
Then, we fell over the edge together.
It was just the first time that night.
Chapter Twenty-Six
EVELYN
The snow lingered for a while, so it took five days before the girls could ride their new bikes. I suggested Central Park—a place I’d always wanted to see. Logan liked the idea, and so the four of us went.
Even though it wasn't snowing that day, Anna and Aurora looked like two bundled-up balls of joy, swaddled in hats, gloves, scarves, and countless layers under their elbow and knee pads. Anna complained a bit about the bulk, but it was a non-negotiable condition for the outing. Aurora, however, was too excited to object; all she wanted was to ride her bike outdoors.
Back at the Holloways' place, Logan and I had to push all the furniture aside and stow away any breakable objects for their first practice sessions.
“Evy, can you hold me?” Anna asked the moment we arrived at the park.
Usually, I helped Anna while Logan stayed with Aurora. Not that Rory monopolized him, but Anna still kept him at a distance.
“Can’t I help Aurora this time?” I suggested. “And your father can hold your bike.”
She didn’t even think before shaking her head. “No, I want you. If you help Rory, I’ll just keep my training wheels on.”
