The front of the corset fell open and his gaze turned dark once more, his face hard and unbelievably sexy in all its passionate intensity.
Her breasts bare, he growled in appreciation.
“Haven, your breasts are so damn perfect. I can’t stop looking at them.” He cupped each one, stepped closer, bent his head, and drew one aching nipple into his mouth.
She nearly collapsed.
“Fuck, Logan. That feels so good.” Shocked at the unexpected eruption of her sailor slang, she blushed.
He chuckled, and turned his adoring attention to her other nipple, nibbling at it, sucking it deep into his heated mouth, and teasing it with the flat, abrasive surface of his tongue.
Her legs gave out, and he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed. With patience and care, he removed the loosely hanging corset and the short cut peasant skirt, leaving only her panties—thankfully she’d had a few extra pairs in her gym bag, and was hand washing them daily. Regency underwear was a nightmare.
The warmth of his hot breath slid along the side of her thigh. He studied her panties, taking in every nuance of the undergarments. Heat tingled over her.
So, he was going to tease her first? Oh, Lord, this would kill her.
Logan slid his finger between her legs, and all thought left her head. He pet the fabric of her panties slowly and deliberately, smoothing first one finger, then two, up and down the folds of her cunt through her underwear.
Finally, he moved the cloth aside, baring her moist, pink lips, making her breath hitch.
“Ah, Haven,” he moaned, and leaned down and put his mouth where his fingers had been.
She almost hit the ceiling. Her hips shot upward in response to his wicked kiss. He held her thighs in place, pinning her so he could devour her, licking, sucking, lapping at her clitoris until she mewled like a lustful tigress. She needed more. Loosening her grip on the bed sheets, she grabbed handfuls of his thick hair, pressing him harder against her. Before she knew it, she was grinding her flesh against his face, shuddering at the contact between his tongue and her cunt.
She was so close, so close?—
“Logan!” Her release hit like a shotgun blast to her chest. Billions of stars exploded into tiny twinkles of light behind her eyes. Her breaths came in great gulps, and her limbs were like rubber beneath the weight of immense pleasure.
As the shock of her orgasm warmed over her, making the hairs on her very head tingle, Logan removed her panties, tossing them to the floor. When her orgasm-blurred vision cleared, he rose over her, his eyes the darkest black she’d ever known. If the fires of hell burned red, they couldn’t be anywhere as hot as the black flames burning in his gaze.
Helpless under the intensity of his ravenous expression, she trembled as he lowered his head, and took her kiss-swollen lips with his own. She groaned and tasted her own sex on his tongue, but by God, she liked it. He deepened the kiss, their tongues thrusting and mating.
She began unbuttoning his shirt.
Goddamn shirt. Too many freaking buttons!
Reaching the end of her patience, she ripped the two sides apart, sending the offensive tailored closures flying.
Logan chuckled and simply removed the shreds of his shirt, before leaning back on his knees to give her easy access to the placket of his trousers. With all the focus she could muster, she made short work of those buttons, and they both moaned with delight as his cock sprang free.
Her mouth watered at the sight. She wanted it in her mouthnow.
Scrambling up to her knees so she could get a better angle, he waylaid her with a stiff hand and forceful shove.
He ticked his finger back and forth, a devilish smile spreading over his face.
“No, no. None of that. This is all for you. Let me make you come. Again, and again, and again.” He leaned forward, and grazed his lips against the tip of each nipple. “And again....”
Even his words could make her orgasm.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she murmured, aware she played with fire, but holy hell, she’d suddenly become a pyromaniac.
His deep laugh thrilled through her from where his mouth met her breast.
“I never do.”
Sucking her breast into his mouth, his hands journeyed to the still-quaking center of her world. With one finger, he circled the sensitive bud peaking shyly out from behind her swollen pussy lips. With the other just-as-talented finger, he pushed into the sopping wet heat of her entrance, pumping in and out in perfect time with the flicking of her clit.
