“I can do that,” Loganoffered. “For you, I mean. If, umm. It’s probably awkward to do it yourself?”
Holyshit. Thatsettled it, I owed one of Logan’s previous hookups a gift basket.
I’d never passed anything toanyone faster in my life, the lube almost tumbling out of my hands as I shovedit into Logan’s and nodded eagerly. Ilovedthis part, but Ididn’talways trust anonymous hookups to do it for me.
Logan was different. Itrusted him with my life, I could trust him with my butt if he was telling me Icould.
The shy smile I got inresponse was worth more than Logan’s weight in gold to me. I would have done alotmore than riskeda little discomfort for another one of those smiles.
“Shuffle closer,” Loganinstructed. “Don’t worry, I can take it.”
Of course he could. Under mythighs he was a solid wall of muscle, hard and warm andperfect. I didas he asked, resting my weight just below his ribcage, stopping when hesqueezed my knee.
The sight of Logan warminglube between his fingers left me staring, mouth hanging open and droolcollecting under my tongue. I swallowed, letting my eyes fall closed and myhead drop as his clean hand eased my panties down over the swell of my ass,tucking the elastic under it.
He didn’t want me totake them off, either.
This… this was going to be good.
My breath hitched at thefirst slide of his fingers between my cheeks, either tentative or teasing andit was impossible to say which.
“GoodGodI want you,” I murmured,rocking my hips as Logan rubbed his fingers back and forth over my hole, movingaway after every brush, his free hand running up and down my thigh.
I opened my eyes and foundhim looking up at me, eyes dark and glazed, pretty lips parted. He held my gazefor what felt like years. My world melted away to his hands and his eyes, andfor a perfect, blissful moment, everything was okay.
I was sitting on top of themost beautiful man I’d ever met, and all was right in the world. I wasn’t scared, orlonely, or lost anymore.
Logan had me.
He had me, and I was safe.
A moan scraped my throat ashe pushed, the tip of his finger sliding inside me. My thighs tensed, and hisbreath hitched, but he didn’t tell me to stop. He could take this.
He could give me anything Iwanted and all I had to do was ask. All I’deverhad to do wasask.
“Like that?” Logan asked,voice thick, eyes lighting up as he looked me up and down.
“You really don’t need to bethis gentle,” I gasped.
Logan shrugged. “Long drivetomorrow. You’d hate me if I wasn’t.”
I moaned at the ceiling ashe slid his finger the whole way inside, bearing down as I adjusted to thepressure. It wasn’t much, and I was used to it, but I was soexcitedabout this thatit felt completely new.
“Two,” I demanded. “Come on,I’m not gonna break.”
“What if I wanna take itslow?” Logan asked, looking me up and down with heavy-lidded eyes.
Fuck.
I’d known he’d be good inbed. It’d been so obvious to me that anything else would have been a shock. ButI hadn’t realized he’d want totortureme.
“Round two?” I offeredthrough the haze of lust and frustration, rocking back on the one finger he’dgiven me. “Wear me out and then you can go as slow as you want.”
Logan shook his head, thetiniest smirk playing around his lips. “Gotta be up early in themorning,” he said.
My stomach swooped. I didn’twantit to be theone-and-only time we did this.
We’d do it again in themorning, I promised myself. I didn’t care if we left late. Iwantedhim.
