For him. With the tiniestspark of hope in my heart that he wanted me as much as I wanted this.
“For the record,” Loganrumbled, licking a stripe up the middle of my throat that had me seeing stars. “Theseare hot. It’s hot that you wear them and it’s hot that you don’t care if peopleknow.”
How long had I wanted tohear that?
The men I usually hooked upwithtoleratedmy underwear. Logan was telling me he liked it. That itturned him on.
“I picked them out for you,”I admitted, breathless.
“Should’ve done this before,”Logan murmured, kissing his way along my jaw and pausing to look me in theeyes. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
My stomach flipped over ashe kissed me, hungry and eager and all the things I wanted from him. The swipeof his tongue against my lips sent a rolling wave of pleasure down my spine,pooling in my stomach. Blood rushed away from my brain and straight to my cock.
Was this a good idea?
Probably not.
Did I care?
Absolutely not.
“How do you—ah—” I gasped asLogan sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck, a burst of tingling pleasuremaking me shiver. “How do you feel about fucking me?”
“Yes,” Logan growled, lookingup again, eyes dark.
He wanted this. I’d expectedresistance, or shyness, or a big freakout about being with a man, but there wasnone of that.
Lust was all I could see inhim. Pure lust, a furnace of want and need burning in his eyes, in his touch.Fuck.
“Can I?” he asked, thebarest flash of nerves in his eyes. God he was perfect. A big eager puppy, butwary of his own strength. Logan wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’tdreamof hurting me.
If I came away from thisbruised and sore it’d be becauseIwanted it, not because he didn’t know what thehell he was doing and didn’t care about me.
I nodded, lost for words,and he pounced. A button pinged off my shirt, lost forever in the low light ofthe room, the streetlamps outside giving us just enough light to work by.
I’d turn the one beside thebed on once we got there. Ineededto see Logan looking at me, wanting me.
There’d never been aman like this before. Not for me. Not one so sweet and kind and attentive, who’dmade me feel safe and comfortable every minute I’d been with him from themoment we met.
Who’d put up with my crap andwantedme, even thoughI was a man, even though he’d called himself straight a handful of days ago.
How much more perfect was itpossible tobe?
I moaned as Logan’s hands slidinto the back of my dress pants, fingers smoothing over the fabric of mypanties, digging deep into the flesh of my ass.
Everyone liked my ass, and Iknew it, but something aboutLoganliking it made this all the sweeter.
His hard cock pressed againstme as he pulled me in, our hips fitting together like they’d been designedfor each other.Damnthat felt good, the heat of Logan’s length writingdesire into my skin as my pants slipped down, catching around my thighs.
“That all for me?” I rasped,voice already broken, breath coming in pants.
“Yeah,” Logan said, lookinginto my eyes again. “Yeah, it is.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Ipromised.
A tiny, shy smile. “Thanks,” hesaid. “Kinda need it.”
“I know.” I reached out,brushing his hair back, a wave of tenderness washing over me.
