Page 127 of Hypothetical Heart
I go for the zipper of his pants at the same time he goes for mine, but he grabs my hand to stop me.
“No, not yet,” he says.
“Huh?”What else would he mean?
“I’m not going to fuck you yet.” He inches my jeans further down. “You okay with that?”
“I’m okay with anything,” I say, eager.
The lasso around his neck falls to the ground when he leans over me, pushing my back down against the countertop.
He kisses all the way from my sternum down to my stomach, making my shoulders rise off the counter as I watch his every move.
“Lift your hips,” he says with his hands completely in my jeans, slowly moving them down my waist.
My jeans land somewhere on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my pink lace thong.
“I hope you don’t like these as much as I do,” he says, and before I can say anything in reply, his muscles flex, and I hear the harsh sound of fabric tearing.
My jaw drops. “Those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he replies, continuing to kiss down my stomach and around my thighs.
I’m already trembling with anticipation, knowing what’s about to happen. I try not to think about whether I look okay or whether I’m doing the right thing because it doesn’t matter when Logan is the one crouching between my thighs.
“Please, Logan,” I whisper when his fingers enter me for the first time.
“We’ll get you there, sweetheart,” he promises. “Just lean back and relax.”
I shake my head. I don’t want to lean back. “I want to watch.” All he does is smirk.
The first touch of his mouth on me makes my head fall back against the counter.Guess I’m not watching.
His tongue swirls and sucks with the type of skill that doesn’t surprise me, and it makes my entire body feel like I’ve been lit on fire.
“Jesus,” I sigh, looking down at Logan again to find him staring up at me.
“You’re perfect,” he mutters against me.
Pleasure blinds me, bringing me to the peak of something I’ve never felt before.
“Logan,” I rasp. “Oh God, oh God.”
It’s clear he recognizes how close I am and doubles his efforts, pulling me over that edge as a series of moans breach my lips.
My entire body falls flat against the counter as I come down, and for a few moments, I don’t even notice where Logan is until he’s standing over top of me, whispering sweet and subtle affections in my ear.
When my head lulls slightly, Logan puts a hand on my cheek. “That was just one, sweetheart. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
And by the time we’re in my bedroom, I’ve managed to get Logan’s pants unzipped and pull his wallet out of his back pocket.
“You have a condom, don’t you?” I ask, kneeling on the edge of my bed.
Logan’s brow furrows as he looks at me. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?”
“Do you know another use for a condom?” I ask sarcastically, but the seriousness on his face makes me add, “I wouldn’t ask you for one if I didn’t want to have sex with you.”
He rolls his eyes at me, grabbing his wallet and retrieving the condom.
