Page 53 of Chance of Romance
“Logan, you suck at this! I want the fucking part not the shoes part.”
He slipped off his shoes and crawled over her, his palms on either side of her head. “And to think I was waiting for a clear signal from you before.” He gazed at her for a long hot moment.
Her lips parted, the need clawing at her, held under him but not having him. “Please.”
His lips met hers in a firm kiss.Yes, yes, yes.She opened for him, and he took full advantage, his mouth claiming her the way her body desperately needed. She arched her hips up, a silent invitation for more.
He sat back, pulling her up with him. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered while he stood to strip.
She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Then she undid the front clasp of her bra and tossed that too.
“You’re so beautiful, Sabrina. Touch yourself.” His gaze was glued to her breasts while he finished stripping.
She cupped her breasts and stroked her thumbs over her nipples, a ripple of pleasure bringing her eyes to half-mast.
“Yeah, baby, that’s good. Keep doing that.” She had only a moment to take in the muscular hard planes of his chest and abs, his huge erection waiting for her—the man was hung—before he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her down to lie flat on her back. She squeaked in surprise and then moaned as his mouth closed over her breast, sucking, a sharp tug of need following between her legs. She slid her fingers through his soft hair, holding him to her, her legs falling open. His hand slid up her ribs to her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and tugging just as his teeth gently clamped on her other nipple. Her back arched, her fingers tightening in his hair. He switched sides, taking a leisurely lick across her hard nipple before suckling gently, almost teasing her now, his other hand caressing her other breast.
“Logan,” she said on a low moan.
He slowly released her breast from his mouth, his teeth scraping against her, giving her a jolt. The moment he released her, she grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him to her. “Now, Logan,” she said fiercely.
“Wait, you horny thing.” He got a condom out of the nightstand drawer and rolled it on. It occurred to her he’d been prepared with the condoms for Olivia, but she wasn’t going to bring that up. This washertime with Logan after she’d waited so long. She took him in, a spectacular view—all muscularly athletic and hung.
“Logan, you’re so beautiful you could be a porn star.”
He laughed and leaned over her, biting her earlobe and giving it a tug before whispering in her ear, “Spread your legs.”
She immediately obeyed, flat on her back, legs spread wide. But instead of taking her, he settled on his side next to her and slid his hand between her legs. “So wet,” he growled.
She moaned, her eyes closing at the pleasure of his touch.
“How long have you wanted me?” he asked, stroking her lightly. Teasing her, stroking everywhere but where she needed him most. She arched up into his hand, but he kept teasing her, circling lightly. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.” He stroked up and down her lightly, almost but not quite giving her what he knew she needed.
She opened her eyes and cupped his face, his beard soft against her palm, and told him the truth. “Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you.”
His smile flashed white. “Sabrina, baby, I love hearing that.”
She closed her eyes, her cheeks hot, and dropped her hand from him. She was immediately rewarded with a firm stroke that sent a surge of pleasure through her. Then he gave her a pinch, a white-hot jolt that made her body jerk. His mouth covered hers, his tongue thrusting inside just as his fingers slid inside her. She was fever hot, consumed by him, her heart thudding in her ears. He shifted his hand, grinding the heel of his hand against her. Her head arched back, breath ragged as he kissed along her exposed throat, his beard rubbing against the sensitive skin, keeping up a steady thrust and grind that wound her tighter and tighter.
She trembled, panting, on the edge of release. She couldn’t find her voice to tell him, but he seemed to know, increasing the rhythm. His tongue ran along the shell of her ear, adding to the sensory overload. She moaned softly.
He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot below her ear, and her fingers fisted in the sheets. His voice was low and deep in her ear. “Watching you get off is getting me so hard.”
She exploded, rocking against his hand. He kept going, gentling his touch, bringing more waves of pleasure until she stilled. He held her firmly between the legs as the world came back into focus. She pushed his hand away, and he stroked her inner thigh.
She turned her head, smiling at him, so satisfied, so happy. “Your turn, beautiful man.”
He rolled on top of her, slowly pushing inside. Even after their first time, she was still tight.
His hand came up to her jaw and pressed. “Open.”
She opened for him. His mouth claimed hers at the same time as his body did in one hard thrust, the shock of it muted by his kiss. He was buried deep within her, not moving, just kissing her deeply. Something in her broke open in that moment, raw emotion that would’ve shaken her up, but the way Logan claimed her, buried deep inside her, the heat and weight of his body pressed against hers, she surrendered to it, possessed by him, at one with him.
He lifted his head, his gaze locked on hers, something deep passing between them. “Sabrina,” he said gruffly, and then he started to move, slow deep thrusts that built pleasure within her again. She wrapped her legs around him, hanging on tight, her body clasping him with every thrust.
He grabbed her hip, tilting her up, thrusting deeper, harder, faster until he was pounding into her. Their sweat-soaked skin slapped together, raw and animal. She closed her eyes, her breath ragged, lost in a dark clawing need that threatened to break her.
“Sabrina, look at me.”
