Page 16 of Billionaire Bachelor
“As much as I’d love to have your hands all over me, I made a promise that I intend on keeping first.”
In the next blink, he’s hopping out of the Jacuzzi and scooping me up, bridal style. The sudden exposure to the cold is so shocking it takes my breath away, but only a few seconds later, we’re inside the house, dripping all over the hardwood floors as he carries me toward the hearth. Logan lays me down gently on the soft rug, the fireplace immediately chasing away the chill. His gorgeous face is alight with an orange glow as he stands, removing his swim trunks and kicking them away.
Well, hot damn.
I’m awestruck by his sheer physicality as Logan looms over me. His naked body is a sight to behold—powerful muscles that seem to ripple under his skin, tattooed arms glistening with droplets of water, and a long, thick cock jutting upward, hitting right below his belly button. I wet my lips, staring at the thick veins going up his shaft, as he gives himself one long stroke.
His eyes are intense as they lock onto mine, a look of possession and hunger in their depths. “You still good?”
I love how careful he’s being with me, ensuring I want this as much as he does. But the time for that is long gone, because I’ve been wanting this for over a damn decade of my life.
“Logan,” I whimper, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”
He smiles softly, telling me he understands. “You’ve got me, Pip.”
The moment he crawls on top of me, effectively pinning me down with his muscular legs, I’m consumed by passion. By the significance of this moment. His gaze never leaving mine, Logan lowers hishead, taking my right nipple into his mouth, drawing the taut peak deep inside before releasing it, and repeating the process on the other side. His hands roam my body as he carves a wet path down my torso with his lips, igniting a fierce need within me.
He nuzzles his face against the curve of my hip, inhaling deeply as if committing my scent to memory. My hands clutch at the rug beneath me, nails digging in as I arch my back, yearning for more. Logan moves lower, teasing the sensitive skin around my thighs. I whimper as he slides two fingers through my slick flesh, groaning when he finds my entrance. His fingers glide inside me, but only for a moment before he withdraws them and props himself up.
He paints my lips with those same fingers. “Taste how much you want me, Rosie.”
I lick my lips, savoring the salty sweetness of my arousal, moaning as he does it again before slamming our mouths together. As our tongues tangle, his fingers slip back inside of me, pumping in and out, curling just right to hit that elusive spot, making me squirm in delight.
I whine when Logan pulls away but quickly forgive him as he trails kisses down my torso again. This time, he takes a much more direct path, his deft fingers never breaking the rhythm. When he finally—finally—puts his mouth where I need him the most, my toes curl. Logan seals his mouth over my clit, perfectly in sync with his fingers. The pleasure is overwhelming, inundating every nerve ending. My cries echo throughout the cabin, the firelight dancing in Logan’s eyes as he devours me.
It happens so suddenly,so fiercely, it takes me a moment to process what’s happening. My lips part in a silent scream, back bowing off the floor and stars exploding behind my eyelids as I writhe in pure ecstasy. I’m shocked, shaken, and I’ve never been happier to be wrong about something in my entire life. The relief washes over me like a tidal wave, the realization that I’m not broken after all filling me with a sense of reassurance I never knew I needed. I want to hold on to this moment forever, burn every detail into my brain. Unbiddentears roll down my face as Logan softens his tongue, licking me slowly through the final tremors of my release.
His eyes are filled with a mix of smug satisfaction and tenderness. He inherently knows these are tears of happiness. There’s no worry in his gaze, only vicarious joy. Logan crawls back up my body, stroking my cheeks tenderly with his thumbs, kissing the tears away.
“See? Not a damn thing wrong with you,” he whispers.
I choke back a sob. “Guess not.”
I reach up and cup Logan’s face in my hands, my fingers tracing the taut lines of his cheeks, the sharp angles of his stubbled jaw. He leans into my touch, closing his eyes as if savoring the intimacy of the moment. When he opens them again, they’re filled with something I can’t decipher.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
The firelight brings out the gold flecks in his eyes as he contemplates his answer. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rosie. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that before. At least not so directly.”
“Thank you.” I stretch my neck, brushing a tender kiss across his lips.”You’re not so bad yourself. Especially when you do that swirly thing with your tongue.”
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he draws me closer. “Give me that smart mouth of yours.”
I eagerly comply, my lips parting on a sigh. As our kiss deepens, I trace the lines of his back, the ridges on his abdomen. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him into me.
Logan freezes when the tip of his erection presses against my entrance. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
I smile. “I am.”
There’s nothing else that needs to be said. I know the pill doesn’t protect against STIs, but the trust we’ve built over the years tells me neither of us would take a risk if there was any reason to worry.
“Thank fuck,” he exhales. “But this is not happening for the first time on the floor.”
Before I have the chance to say a word, he’s scooping me up yet again, carrying me toward the bedroom.
I laugh. “I can walk, you know.”
“Don’t care,” he says, depositing me on the king-size bed. “I don’t want to stop touching you.”
