Page 99 of The Things That Hold Us

My breathing is rapid, and all thoughts and worries I had earlier have completely left my mind.

All I can think about is Logan's mouth on my skin, and how he’s dangerously close to some very sensitive areas.

Logan slowly pushes my shirt up and over my head, exposing my breasts.

He takes a step back, looking at me, and his eyes are filled with hunger. I’ve never been looked at like that.

Like he’s about to devour me, and leave me aching for more.

“You’re a masterpiece, Charlie. Absolutely exquisite.” he says, his voice nothing short of a growl.

I squirm under his gaze, the anticipation ofanytype of contact making me lose control.

Logan slowly climbs up over top of me, his hands on either side of my head, and his eyes meeting mine.

“I need you to stop me now, Charlie girl. Stop me now if you want to, because once I taste you, once I start worshiping your body, I won't be able to stop.”

A whimper escapes my lips, and he smirks.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“If you can't stop, then don't.” I breathe, and it's like those words were the only thing holding him back.

His lips come down on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth and sending a shockwave of pleasure straight between my thighs.

He starts moving his kisses back down my neck, to my collar bone again, and this time he leaves little nibbles as he goes, making a trail of pain and pleasure.

I need more.

I feel the warmth of his mouth hover over my hard nipples, and my head whips up to look at him.

He’s watching me with a smile on his face, and as he does, he takes my nipple into his mouth in a gentle kiss. My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips.

“God Charlie, I love watching you squirm.”

Then his tongue starts making slow, torturous circles around me, while his other hand caresses my other breast, gently squeezing my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

Holy fucking god.

I feel pressure start to build, and jolt up, “Wait,” I say, completely breathless.

Logan looks up at me, but doesnt stop. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Please,” I breathe, a moan following. “Please stop.”

“Why, Charlie girl? Tell me why, and I’ll stop.”

He picks up the slow torment, and I feel myself start to tense.

“I’m gonna come.” I breathe out, my eyes begging him to stop.

“And you don't want to?” he asks me, then bites down on my nipple just before sucking it back into his mouth.

My head falls back, the sensation too much.

I breathe, and look down at him.

“I don't want to. Not like this.”

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