“You want to be my boyfriend?”
He nods, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. “Yeah, angel, I do. If you’ll have me.”
“This is real?” I don’t mean to say it out loud.
His eyes crinkle in the corners. “Yeah, baby. This is real.”
When I can’t find the words to answer him, my body does the talking for me. I surge forward, grasping his face in my hands, and slam my lips against his. He opens readily for me, and then our tongues are tangling in a sensual dance. When I press my breasts against him, Logan groans into my mouth. Then we’re moving.
We bump into the couch, the walls, and each other as we frantically run our hands over each other and make our way to my bedroom at the same time. Neither one of us is willing to break apart for even the few seconds it would take to walk to my room.
Heat floods my lower belly, and my panties grow damper with every desperate touch.
“Fuck, baby,” Logan groans against my lips as we stumble into my room and fall onto my bed in a tangle of lips and limbs. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes my top up my stomach. I lift my arms to make it easier for him to tug it off. “It’s a hell yes.”
“Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.” Logan kisses along my shoulder and down the valley of mybreasts. “Not sure I could have shown my face at the arena again after that.”
My throaty laugh cuts off in a gasp as Logan reaches around my back and unhooks my bra with an expert flick of his fingers. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is. Fuuuck.” Logan stares when my breasts spill free, and I know he likes what he sees when he grinds his hard length against my core, pressing me back against the bed. He skims his right hand across my heated flesh while holding himself up with his left. I moan when his calloused palm cups my breast.
“Look at you, baby. Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
“I’d say the same, but you’re still dressed,” I complain.
Logan chuckles but pushes up to stand. He yanks his shirt off with one hand, quickly undoes his fly, then throws his pants on the floor.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him in my room in all his naked, pierced glory. And shit, that piercing. The three barbells gleam along the underside of his shaft, just begging to be played with and licked.
“You’re drooling again, angel.”
“Shut up,” I say to the smirking man.
“Now who’s wearing too many clothes?” His gray eyes are hooded as he stares down at me. They darken as I hurry to peel off the rest of my clothes.
Then we’re both naked, and the only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths.
“Christ.” That’s the only word he manages to choke out before he’s on me. His hard body and smooth skin covers every inch of mine as he hovers over me on the bed. I love the way he presses me into the mattress. The solid weight of him. He makes me feel grounded and safe in a way I haven’t felt in too long.
“I want to be gentle with you, but I don’t know if I can this first time,” he rasps out. “Being close to you these past months without being able to truly touch you has been fucking torture.”
“Don’t be gentle,” I demand. There will be plenty of chances for us to take things slow. That’s not what either of us needs now.
“You sure?”
“Very.”
“Thank fuck.”
I giggle against Logan’s lips as he slants his mouth against mine and devours me. His hands explore every inch of me, and his hips buck against me as we writhe together in a sensual dance of need and longing.
When his fingers slip between my legs and find me slippery and wet, Logan groans. “Fuck, baby. So wet for me already.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been craving this.”
He growls in approval as his fingers begin to move. They’re not gentle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My hips buck when he runs his fingers through my slick before dragging them up to my clit and circling the bundle of nerves there. When I cry out, he pushes one finger inside of me and fucks me a few times before he pulls back out to circle my clit again.
