Page 90 of Just Say Yes

My lips parted and his mouth hovered an inch over mine. “Say it,” he commanded.

With barely a whisper, I gave in to what we both needed to hear: “I’m yours.”

His kiss was rough, our teeth clacking when he pulled me into him. One hand held my neck while the other slid up my bare thigh. My legs parted, trying to maneuver to give him more access to me. He slid between my thighs, teasing my slick entrance with one thick fingertip.

My head dropped back, giving in to the sensation of being explored.

Worshipped.

Logan turned me, pressing my hips into the cold marble countertop. I bent at the waist, leaning over the counter and jutting my hips into his lap.

His nails raked up the backs of my thighs and I gasped, my pussy going wet in anticipation. “Yes, Logan.”

He groaned as I pushed my hips backward. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m ready.”

He frowned, like his head and his dick were at war with each other.

I stood, arching backward so my back was flush with his front. I gripped his neck and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to be treated like I’m breakable. This is what I want.”

I gripped his wrist, guiding his hand lower. “Here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sure. “Right here.”

The flicker of a grin on his lips told me he loved it when I took the lead, but the way his hand covered mine and held it steady reminded me I was safe to let go. One hand moved under the jersey to cup my breast. He pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He made quick work of removing his pants, and he tore his T-shirt over his head. His boxer briefs were gone and he stood behind me, hard and toned and gloriously naked. He held me steady with one hand gripping my hip. The other fisted his cock and teased the seam of my ass.

I arched to grant him access, and just when I thought he would place the tip of his cock at my opening, he stopped.

I looked back at him. A deep line creased his forehead.

When our eyes met, he shook his head. “Not here. Not like this.”

My chest squeezed as I turned. Logan licked his lip, and the dimple in his left cheek deepened. In a quick move he bent, then tossed me over his shoulder. My surprised yelp morphed into giggles when he stomped naked through the house, carrying me.

When we got to my bedroom, he kicked the bedroom door closed with his foot and deposited me on the bed.

I stared up at him, my hair fanned around me.

“I want to take my time with you.” His hand moved across my chest, over my breast, and down my stomach before stopping between my thighs. “You’re going to tell me exactly what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Logan’s muscles bunched beneath my hands, his jaw tightening like he was holding himself back. The raw heat in his eyes made my stomach flip. He didn’t say a word, but I could feel the tension radiating from him, the barely controlled desire humming under his skin. It was electrifying to know I had that effect on him.

Drunk on power and him, I grinned and spread my legs. “I want to feel you.” My hand brushed across my wet pussy. “Right here.”

Logan grinned and tugged my legs wider as he mounted the bed. Settling between my thighs, he fisted his hard cock and ran the tip through me.

“I’ve been tested.” His focus was lasered in on the spot where his cock rubbed against my pussy.

“Me too.” I squirmed beneath him, silently begging for more. “And I’m on the pill.”

The hard length of his cock slid against my clit, and I nearly shot off the bed.

His hand settled at the base of my neck. “Tell me.”

Our eyes met and I stared, unable to deny thewantI had for this man. I wanted to be stretched. Filled. Owned.

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