I let out a breathless laugh, and before he can respond, I flip the dynamic.
“I have three brothers. And they’d all kill you.”
“Noted.”
My hands trail down his chest, slow and certain. I undo his belt and pop the button of his jeans, eyes locked on his as I sink to my knees.
“I want to do this my way,” I say, voice low, fingers slipping inside his waistband. “You okay with that?”
“Fuck, Cass,” he breathes. “Yeah. Anything you want.”
I draw him out, and my eyes widen with desire. I wrap one hand around the base, my thumb teasing the ridge, then lean in and lick a slow stripe up the underside.
His head drops back. “Fuck,” he groans, hips twitching.
I grin, lips brushing the tip before I take him into my mouth. I start slow, re-learning the shape of him, the weight, the way he shudders when my tongue flicks just right.
His hand fists in my hair, not pushing, just grounding himself as I work him deeper.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, eyes glazed as he looks down at me. “You’re so damn sexy, Cassie.”
I moan around him, and the vibration makes his knees buckle. He braces one hand on the counter, the other still tangled in my hair, holding it and watching me like I’m the only thing anchoring him to this moment.
It’s messy, and incredibly hot.
“Let’s get these out,” he groans, running a hand along my tits over my blouse.
He helps me, pulling my blouse down so my bra comes out.
“God damn. I forgot how big these are…you hide them well.”
I grin as I take him deeper…as deep as I can, and I see something spur in him.
“Yeah, baby. Mmm-hmm. Take me as deep as you can.”
And when he finally warns me he’s close, I don’t ease up. Not even when he holds my hair and hits the back of my throat.
“Babe, I’m gonna cum.”
I keep jerking him with a hand, my mouth still on him while he caresses my tits.
His whole body tenses. A sharp curse escapes his lips as he comes, hips jerking, eyes locked on mine like I’m all he sees.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Just like that.”
He comes in spurts, and I do my best not to let any escape.
When I finally pull back, I wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand and stand slowly, flushed and smug.
“Still want to just clean up and call it a day?” I ask.
Logan’s chest rises and falls as he pulls me in for a kiss, deep and filthy. “We’re not even close to done.”
His mouth crashes into mine again, but this kiss is different. He’s hungry, rough, and it’s obvious that the weeks full of tension are finally snapping loose. I barely have time to breathe before his hands are on my shirt, tugging it up and over my head in one swift motion. My bra’s gone a second later, tossed somewhere near the espresso machine.
“You’re serious about this,” I gasp, my back arching as he rakes his eyes down my body.
“I’ve never been more serious. You said you wanted a rebound. So rebound.”
