Page 111 of Logan
I moan as his tongue invades my mouth and his hands cup my ass. I wrap my thighs around him, and he lifts me onto the desk. He stands between my legs, his mouth never leaving mine as his hand caresses the delicate lace between my thighs.
“Now,” I demand. “I want you inside me now.”
“Wait, you’re not ready.”
I grasp his wrist and guide his hand inside my panties so he can feel for himself. “I’m ready. Now get over here.”
He smiles.
“You’re so beautiful when you smile.”
“You’ve told me that before.”
“Because it’s true, and you never smile.”
“I smile when I’m with you.”
That statement plucks at my soul. “You’re amazing.”
“No, this is amazing,” he says, and I throw my head back as his tongue sucks a nipple through the thin fabric of my bra.
“Yes, it is amazing,” I groan.
He yanks my panties down with impatient hands, his belt buckle clinking as he fumbles to undo it. I watch, my breathing shallow, as he pulls a condom from his pocket.
I place my hand over his. “No.”
“No?”
“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you in months, and you too, right?”
He nods. “Only with you, and I got tested.”
“So, we’re both clean, and I’m on the pill. Do you trust me?”
Something flashes in his eyes, hot and bright, and then he tosses the condom aside.
“Fuuuck,” I cry out, the word muffled against his lips as his fingers delve between my legs, finding me wet and ready. He strokes me, his touch electric, shattering.
“Yeah, baby, scream for me,” he growls, and then he shifts his hips and thrusts into me in one powerful stroke.
I throw my head back, a guttural moan tearing from my chest as he stretches and fills me, the fit so tight it borders on pain. He tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back down to kiss me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine.
“God, it’s even better than I remembered,” he rasps against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
I can only whimper and clutch at his shoulders as he moves, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with deep, forceful strokes that make stars explode behind my eyelids. A sheen of sweat covers our skin despite the cool air conditioning.
It’s raw, primal, a frantic tangle of limbs and mouths and seeking hands. I’ve never felt so desperate, soconsumed.
It’s like I can’t get close enough, even with him seated to the hilt inside me, his body blanketing mine. I want to crawl inside his skin, to fuse us together until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“We sound like a porn scene,” I pant, the words barely coherent.
He huffs a strained laugh. “Like that scene from your book,” he counters, his voice a low, wrecked rumble.
I shake my head, my nails raking down his back. “You...unh...you’re better...fuck...than the book,” I gasp out, punctuating each word with the roll of my hips.
He makes a strangled noise, his rhythm faltering for a beat before redoubling, pounding into me almost savagely. He hikes my legs up higher, draping them over his shoulders, the new angle making me keen and arch beneath him. His fingers skate over my high heels.
