Page 83 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

His chuckle is warm, reassuring. “No.” He moves my hand slowly, steadily. “Like that. Just like that.”

As his hand loosens, giving me full control, I feel more out of control than ever. But I find my rhythm, the motion becoming easier, more natural. And Logan lets me know how good it feels. Gasps and groans spill from his lips, low and needy. Every sound is a reward. Every reaction, a spark.

“Good kitty.”

The words slither into my ears, down my spine, pooling heat between my thighs. My body hums, matching his. My core pulses with every stroke, every breathless groan. His hands wander, gripping my thighs, my ass, my breasts. His touch sets fire to my skin, fueling a hunger I never knew I had.

“Katrina,” Logan gasps, his fingers latching onto mine. With a sudden jerk, he stills me, his grin lazy and wicked. “If you keep going, I’ll make a mess of your dress.”

But I don’t want to stop.

Feeling bold, I slide my hand free and move lower.

“You don’t have to,” Logan murmurs, watching me shift over him.

I kiss him, letting his tongue tangle with mine. “I want to,” I whisper.

I pull his pants down. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, and I see it clearly for the first time.

Then I open my mouth.

“Kat—”Logan groans, the sound breaking into a curse the moment my tongue flicks over him. “Fuck.”

Play.

I lick him. I taste him. Salty, warm, intoxicating. One hand stays wrapped around the base, steadying him as I take him deeper.

His fingers clench my hair. His thighs tense beneath me. His voice breaks, ragged and wrecked, as he says, “I’m… I’m coming.”

I brace myself, holding him there, letting it happen. His release is hot and thick, coating my tongue, the taste unexpectedly sweet. I moan at the sensation, licking the tip, savoring every drop.

When I swallow, Logan shudders.

“Fucking hell, kitty,” he groans.

I sit back, wiping my lips. “Was that okay?”

“Was that—” Logan rolls his eyes, then lunges, grabbing me by the shoulders. “Was thatokay?!”

He flips me onto my back so fast my stomach swoops, butterflies exploding inside me. He props himself over me, his face twisted with happiness, with desire.

“That felt—” he kisses me hard,“amazing.”

I cling to him, my thighs locking around his waist. He settles between them, his still-hard cock pressing against the damp fabric of my panties. Every slow grind, every teasing push sends sparks through me, pleasure building in the tight, aching space between us.

Logan braces himself on his elbows, his hungry eyes holding mine as he whispers, “Stop me.”

A dare. Or maybe a warning.

Either way, I do nothing.

His mouth crashes into mine, devouring, claiming. Then he moves lower, kissing along my jaw, my neck, down to my chest. His lips find my nipple through my dress, his tongue flicking, teasing. I jolt, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers slip into my panties. A slow pull, a nudge of my knees—and suddenly, I’m bare. Open.His.

His head disappears beneath my dress.

My jaw goes slack, my lips parting in a soundless gasp. At first, I feel nothing—just the dizzying shock of what’s happening. But then, I feeleverything.

His mouth. His tongue. The way he licks and sucks, slow and devastating. Heat blooms deep in my belly, radiating outward, flooding my senses with pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.

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