Page 49 of Frozen Hearts
“Yes, you can, Shortcake.” Logan’s words drip with certainty. “Close your eyes and pretend it’s me touching you, and know that I want to be the one making you feel good so fucking bad that it’s killing me not to stop this car and climb over there.”
Before allowing time for self-doubts to build, I slip my hand beneath the lining of my panties. My middle finger swirls around my clit, before I slide it lower and into my wet heat.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Logan rasps, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the road. “Does that feel good, Shortcake?”
Leaning my head against the headrest, I close my eyes. “Mmm, yes.”
Unbelievably, it does feel good. More than good. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised at the things Logan can get me to do. My body reacts to him in a visceral way no one else has ever elicited. One look and my blood heats; one touch and I melt.
“Tell me what you’re imagining.”
“I’m pretending it’s your fingers inside me,” I say breathlessly, as I insert a second finger. My insecurities have fallen by the wayside as I fall headfirst into the fantasy, pretending it’s Logan’s hand instead of mine coaxing pleasure from my body. “They’re so much thicker than mine. Longer too. They feel so good.”
The car swerves, and I snap my eyes open, gaping as Logan veers to the side of the road, slamming his foot on the brake.
Turning, he faces me with black, dilated pupils. Our eyes clash before he drops his gaze to where my hand is buried in my panties.
“I haven’t heard you screaming yet, Shortcake.” His voice teeters on dangerous, as though he’s grasping for control, on the verge of saying fuck it and launching himself across the car.
I have no idea where my newfound boldness comes from. I blame the way Logan is currently looking at me, nearly unhinged by his need to watch me come. It makes me feel emboldened. Empowered. Seductive and Sensual. Enough that I remove my hand from my panties, and instead loop my fingers around the edge and peel them down my legs.
Shifting in my seat so my back rests against the door, I part my legs. Logan watches intently as I trail my slickened fingers up my thigh until they disappear beneath the hem of my dress, and I reinsert them.
My back bows at the intrusion.
“That’s it, baby.”
At his low rasp, I lift my gaze, finding him rubbing his hand over the bulge in the front of his jeans. Hooked to the sight, I lick my lips and move my fingers faster.
Realizing he has my attention, Logan lifts his hips, and popping the button on his jeans, he pushes them and his boxers down until he can palm his erect cock.
“See what you do to me, Shortcake? I’ve spent weeks sitting in that library trying to calm my need for you, but I’m done holding back. I want you to see exactly how hard that big brain and smart mouth of yours gets me.”
He glides his hand up and down his impressive length, emphasizing his point. “I’ve been jerking off in the shower for weeks now, picturing that blush spreading across your chest, conjuring the sweet moans when I make you come. I don’t want to imagine any more, Shortcake.”
He stares spellbound at where my arm disappears beneath my dress as I work myself over, while he tugs on his weeping cock until our heavy breaths steam up the windows and tension crackles in the air.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look, fingering yourself?” he asks, voice strained. “The way you’re looking at me…” He’s jerking furiously on his dick now. “I’m about to fucking explode.”
I can see how close to unraveling he is, and it’s my undoing as an orgasm swells, and I cry out as I come apart. I hear him grunt his release, my name scraped out in a guttural tone.
As the post-glow begins to fade, an uneasy shame seeps in. I’ve never done anything like that. Never even been tempted to. My own actions bewilder me. It was as though Logan took possession of my body and made it his. Embarrassed and unable to meet Logan’s eye, I fuss with my dress, all too aware of the dampness clinging to my inner thighs.
Leaning across the console, Logan plants one hand on the window beside my head while his other gently turns my face so I’m staring right at him. “Don’t shy away from me. That was so incredibly hot, and I fully intend to watch while you get yourself off again in the very near future.”
Swallowing nervously, I shyly lift my eyes to meet his. Nothing but authentic compassion and heat stare back at me. He's not embarrassed, not any less interested. If anything, I'd say the opposite. The depth with which his eyes are boring into mine, I almost swear he's trying to burrow into the very core of my being.
"I've never done that before," I confess.
His eyes dart between mine, narrowed slightly. "You've never gotten yourself off?"
I give a small shake of my head, feeling the heat in my cheeks. "I've tried, I just could never..."
"Fucking hell, Shortcake. How is it that every time I find out something new about you, you only get more perfect for me?"
My eyes round in surprise as I stare up at him.
"That doesn't... put you off?" I ask, confused.
