Page 121 of Shifters Awakening

We’d gone from zero to a hundred miles an hour in exactly one drink.

He stood, moved his laptop off the desk into the other upholstered chair. Then he wiped his arm across his desk, knocking everything to the floor. “Whenever I sit at my desk, I’ll replay it in my head and imagine your taste on my lips. Come here.”

Oh, fuck me.

In a flash, he crossed the room and lifted me high enough that we were eye level with one another. Desireburned through his gaze, and I could hear his pulse thundering in my head, the echo of the way I impacted him.

Wrapping my legs around his middle, I pulled him tight against me, rocking back and forth, and I looped my arms around his neck and bit this earlobe.

“Once we do this, there’ll be no going back, and I will make you come and come again until your voice goes hoarse from screaming my name.” His gravelly whisper against my ear sent tremors down my spine.

“That was true the minute you touched my rainbow tattoo, Logan.” I traced the edges of his ear with my tongue and pulled his mouth to mine, devouring him.

He crushed me against his chest as he carried me to his desk, and the spot he occupied in my head grew larger and larger until it overtook everything else. Each touch reverberated through our link, and our bond hadn’t yet been completed.

Gently, he lowered me to the surface of the desk. “That’s not all I’m going to kiss.”

I hissed as the cold lacquer touched my skin.

He lifted me slightly. “Something hurt?”

It took a minute for his question to work through the wanton haze of need in my head. “Oh, no. Cold.”

“Not for long,” he muttered, lowering me once more. He ducked his head to my breasts, pinching and tugging one nipple while he sucked on the other.

When I arched against him, he doubled his efforts until every rational thought left my head. I wanted tofeel every part of him, enjoy every inch, and I squirmed, ravenous for his ministrations.

He lifted his head and pressed a light kiss to my mouth. “Lie back.”

I did as he commanded, already dripping wet, whimpering again as the surface touched my back.

He hooked my legs on my shoulders, and he pressed his face to the most sensitive part of me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

He nipped at my inner thigh. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear every noise, every sound, Emma Carter.”

He dragged the flat of his tongue over me and flicked my clit with the tip.

“Logan,” I groaned, fisting my hands in his hair, yanking him into me over and over again. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

A gust of wind circled the room, and colors swirled all around us. The desk quaked beneath me, and a rumble rolled through us as Logan pushed me closer and closer to release. Faster and faster his tongue dipped into me, and my eyes slid closed.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Don’t stop! Logan!” The intensity of my orgasm ripped every other word from my mind.

As the orgasm faded, Logan pressed his lips over every inch of me. “Mmm-hmm,” he moaned with each fading tremor. “That’s what I want.”

I grinned at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you know what I want?”

“Hmmm?” Then he lowered his head and sucked on my clit, and I groaned, almost forgetting what I had in mind.

Almost.

I unhooked my legs, pushed him to the side, shimmied down the desk, and wrapped my hands around his dick, stroking up and down. “This,” I said. “I want this.”

“Emma,” Logan groaned as I dragged my hands over his dick. “Not sure we should be doing that just yet.”

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