Page 101 of Risky Game

“Shit. What time…”

“Talk later.”

I couldn’t talk anyway. He recommenced doing delicious things to me, adding fingers, two firmly inside where he found that exact spot that drove me wild. I grabbed the pillow to muffle my cries and when he slid his fingers from me, pressed one against my ass, I tensed like always at the first hint of intrusion.

But damn. “God that feels so damn good,” I grunted, whining as his finger pressed into my ass. I could have never imagined liking this so much, but every time Logan went back there, sounds I never knew were human fell from my throat. Nerves lit up I never knew existed.

It was scary. Pain with pleasure, and sometimes was too overwhelming.

But damn did I like it.

I came on a cry, while his tongue kept lapping at me and his finger kept moving. I came until he pulled out of both and settled between my thighs.

He tore the pillow away, tossed it off the bed, and as he kissed me, he whispered, “I’ve been wearing condoms. But are you on the pill?”

“Religiously,” I whispered against his mouth. “Every day, same time for years.”

I would never risk being my mother. Getting pregnant with a man who wouldn’t stick around.

The tip of his cock brushed against my sensitive sex and I yelped. “Oh. You want…”

“Can I?” He brushed my hair off my forehead, then buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Goddamn. Every time I’m close to you, I think of the ocean and sunshine. You smell so damn good, Ruby. If you’re not okay, I can grab a—”

“No.” I stopped him and then laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“You say I remind you of the ocean and sunshine, but you always smell like fall and campfires to me.” Like home and comfort and lazy days curled up on the couch.

I didn’t tell him all of that.

“No condom,” I whispered as he smiled down at me, that soft, sexy smile that could make my knees wobble even while lying down. “I want to feel you.”

I’d never done that. Not with my high school boyfriends and never with Paulie. He’d never even asked, which now made sense, but for the first time, I wanted it to be Logan who would be bare inside of me.

I trusted him, and despite last night’s frustration, he proved he was an altogether different kind of man. A good one, worthy of the trust I gave him.

His head pressed against me, and then there was that first stretch as I accommodated to him. He still had his face in the crook of my neck, and he groaned a low sound as he pushed inside. This was different. Better. Without the condom, I could feel everything.

And it was incredible.

“Holy shit, you are so damn warm and wet for me. It drives me crazy.” He moved then. A firm, hard thrust in that made me bite down on my bottom lip and a slow, torturous pull out until he was moving. Slowly. Grunting against my neck and kissing my heated flesh. He sucked, and I moved away.

“No marks,” I rasped as I clung to his hair. His shoulders.

He pushed off then, grabbed my hips, and it was the first sign this wasn’t going to be slow and romantic.

Logan’s features were tight, and he grabbed the back of my thighs and shoved them toward me. He had me bent in half, and the move made him go deeper. Feel tighter.

“Oh God. I’m going to…”

“Don’t come yet,” he rasped. “Hold your knees and keep still.”

Shit. Like hell I could do that. My palms were sweaty as I did what I was told, though, and Logan yanked my hips up to his thighs as he sat back on his heels.

“Oh damn. Shit.” Fuck, that felt good, even if I was bent in half and at an angle, but oh my God.

“Logan,” I whined.

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