Page 59 of Wild Boys After Dark: Logan
“Ally,” she offered.
The edges of his mouth curled up, but his eyes turned midnight dark as he tore her dress over her head, tossed it on the chair, and pulled her against him again.
“I cannot wait to get my mouth on you, Ally. To taste your come and feel you shatter against my tongue.”
Her insides caught fire. If he could make her come with his fingers in less than a minute, she could only imagine what he could do with that viperous tongue of his.
Breathe, Ally. Be patient.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip and ground his hips against hers, sending patient out the window.
“I want to feel your luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”
His voice was liquid lust, and it was all she could do to whisper, “Yes.”
She clawed at his shirt, the button of his trousers, his tie, desperate for him to fulfill his promise. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them by her hips.
“You in a hurry?” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked.
Yes. I want you inside me. “No.” She squeezed her thighs together to try to satiate the longing between her legs. Every suck and stroke of his tongue made her nipples harder—if that was even possible. Good Lord, he was going to make her come without even touching her below the waist.
He stepped back, assessing her body with those lust-filled eyes again, pinning her in place as they slowly dragged over her.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Ally.” Her name slid off his tongue like a sensual promise. He took his time stripping off his trousers and dress shirt, leaving his tie loose around his neck and his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs covering his enormous erection.
Heat thrummed through her at his casual striptease.
“Heath what?” The question was driven by nerves.
His confidence was titillating, the way he languidly laid his dress shirt over the back of the chair, then did the same with his pants. He stopped mid-move, pulled his shoulders back, and eyed her skeptically. In the space of a breath, Ally drank in his five-o’clock shadow, which gave him an edgy aura. His skin pulled taut over his handsome, squarish face and strong jaw. He had full lips, and his mouth was slightly small—though she already knew it gave great pleasure. He turned, squaring his broad shoulders, and her eyes dipped south, to the perfect planes of flesh before her.
“I’m not looking for anything more than tonight, Ally. No last names, no talk of what we do for a living. Just a night of intense pleasure. Are you okay with that?” He lowered his chin, and his eyes implored her to answer.
“Yes,” she said with confidence. That’s what she’d been assuming anyway. Nothing new there, but hearing the words made her feel a little…something. Cheap? No. Definitely not. They brought a rush that was even more powerful, more enjoyable.
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