His gaze caught hers.
“Lumping us all together, are you?” He gave her a teasing smile. “Tsk, tsk. That’s bad form, isn’t it?”
Faith felt embarrassment swelling within her.
“How was I to know that, well…”
“Different men felt different things?” he chided, and she playfully slapped his chest. “My, for such a forward, independent sort of woman, you really are a conformist.”
“I am not,” she argued.
“Then perhaps you’ll let me show you how different men can be?” he asked, dropping a kiss on her nose.
Heat crawled up the back of her neck.
“Yes. But slowly, if you don’t mind?”
“Slowly is just how I like it.”
“Is it?”
He gave her a slight nod, and she pulled him toward her until their lips touched once more. Kissing Logan was the most stunning activity Faith had ever experienced. It was as if all her desires melted together to create a combustible yearning.
Logan’s mouth slowly moved across hers, and Faith melted into him. Her eyes closed as he dragged his mouth across her skin, licking and nipping along her cheek until reaching her ear, where he teased her, eliciting a gasp.
He turned her again, his arm coming across the top of her chest as his other hand moved over her stomach and further down. Faith’s eyes flickered open, and she saw the painting staring back at her with an almost curious gaze.
“Do you know how often I’ve thought about this?” he murmured into her ear, moving his hand to hers.
Gripping her fingers gently with his, he tugged them toward the top of her legs.
She felt both of their hands on her most intimate parts, causing her to flinch.
“Easy,” he whispered, stroking her with his fingertips. “I had a dream just like this—of me using your own hands against you.”
She bucked beneath his caresses as he continued to lay a string of kisses along her neck. His other arm pulled back across her chest, his fingers softly kneading at her breasts. Faith feltlike her bones had disappeared, and she fell against him wholly as his grip tightened.
“Sweet Faith,” he said as his hands reached down the side of her thigh, gathering her chemise in his fist, pulling it up over the swell of her backside.
He pressed his hips forward, and though he still was dressed, Faith could feel the substantial weight of his manhood pressed against her. Instinctively, she arched backward, but an uneven chuckle escaped him as he again turned her in his arms.
“Not yet, love,” he said, though his voice was husky.
She nodded, pretending to know his meaning, and allowed him to move her back against the bed. As her head fell back against the pillow, Logan knelt in front of her. Confused, Faith tried to sit up, but his long arm held her beneath the sternum, not letting her up.
“But what…” she asked when his mouth kissed the top of one knee and the other in lieu of answering.
It was strange, but she fell back to support herself on her elbows as his mouth moved slowly along each leg.
“Logan,” she said, growing more worried the higher he went.
“Let me, love,” he asked.
Faith wasn’t sure what he was asking, but then he kissed the inside of her hip bone, his tongue dragging across the hot skin before reaching the center of her.
Faith bucked, trying to sit up as a wave of euphoria and humiliation washed over her.
“Logan, y-you can’t.”
