Page 40 of Celebrity Dirt

My world blurs as he fills me, the thickness of him causing my throat to lock. Logan doesn’t move, allowing me time to adjust. His hand wraps around my neck, his thumb caressing my throat.

“You good?” he asks, but there are no words to express how good I feel. My back relaxes, and my body melts around him. My grip in his hair tightens, giving him the answer he’s searching for. He begins to move slowly, pulling out, and with a little more force than before, drives into me again. “Fuck,” he grunts, my sex tight and pulsating around him. My hands scrape down his back and dig into his ass, giving him the keep moving or die signal. He lazily pulls out, pauses, then grants me his full glory as he slams into me. My eyes flutter, and I release a ragged moan. My hips are on the move, and I pull him to me, riding his cock. His lips devour mine, kissing me until I can’t breathe. With each thrust, I fall farther over the edge until my walls clench around him and I cry out his name. He thrusts into me savagely until he loses himself and comes hard, emptying himself inside me.

I can’t catch my breath. My heart beats rapidly against his, and I love knowing he’s just as spent. No one has ever taken my body to that extreme, and I have no idea if my legs even work anymore. When our breathing returns to normal, my boldness starts to dissipate, and the silence invites back my insecurities.

He starts to pull away, but I tighten my grip. “Don’t move.”

“Why? Shit, did I hurt you?”

“Hurt?” An unattractive snort falls off my lips. “No, I wouldn’t call what just happened hurting. More like magical. I just want to lay here for another minute and soak it all in before you pull away and tell me it was a mistake. Or even worse—see the regret when you look at me.”

He tears out of my hold, which isn’t very strong since my arms feel like jelly and looks down at me. At least…I think he does. I squeezed my eyes closed because he can’t admit regret if I can’t see him.

“Addy, open your eyes.”

“Maybe in a little bit.”

“Addy.” His voice is low and sexy and demanding with a hint of that growl I’m starting to secretly enjoy. I open one eye and prepare myself for the ‘I got lost in the moment’ talk.

“You’re damn right I have regrets.” Welp, I’m just going to close my eyes back up for the rest of this humiliating speech. “Open your damn eyes.” Open! Geez this man can growl. “First off, I regret we didn’t do that days ago. And goddamn, if you’re not a distraction I don’t fucking need. But hell, you’re turning out to be quite the surprise.”

I stare back up at him. “Like, a good surprise or bad surprise? Probably a bad surprise. I’m not that—ahhh!”

His teeth latch onto my nipple and he bites down. “Stop undermining this.”

“I’m not.” God, his mouth feels like heaven.

“You are.” He sucks my flesh into his mouth while he cups my entire breast and squeezes.

“I mean, maybe I—okay, I am. Wow, keep doing that.” He’s hard again and pushes inside me. Sliding out, he powers back in, sending my back off the mattress.

“See, nothing that feels this good is bad. It’s great. Really fucking great,” he grunts, pumping deeper into me.

“Agreed,” I sigh, draping my legs around him. “Maybe can you do less talking and just kiss me?”

“Anything you want, baby cakes.” And he swallows my laughter as his mouth claims mine.

I think it’s morning. I can’t tell. I’m so exhausted. I’ve never had so much sex, done so many things, positions…my goodness, who would have thought if you bend your—

“You’re mumbling.”

“Hmmm?” I ask, lifting my head from his chest.

“You and the mumbling when you’re in deep thought. Do you always think out loud?”

“I guess I never realized I did it.” Explains why Bill always tosses crumpled up paper at me and tells me to shut up. I lay my head back down and bask in the feel of his warm skin against my cheek. “Will you tell me something about you?”

His fingers thread into my messy hair, and he brushes it away from my face. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. I feel like I don’t know anything about you. Well, besides the obvious of smuggling drugs for a living and being an animal in bed.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. “Animal, huh? There’s not much to know. Like I said before, I grew up in Ohio, and my parents died in a car accident when I was eighteen. In the eyes of the court, I was an adult, so I was given barely enough money to feed myself for a week and told good luck. I didn’t have any idea what to do with the house or their finances. I was foolish and had a friend of the family handle their affairs. He ended up screwing me and took it all. Shortly after that, I took off. I was off the grid for some time, then showed up in Chicago.”

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