Page 121 of The Lost and the Found

He added another finger, and another one, stretching me out in the most delicious way. It was too much. Just too much. I would weep if I wasn’t so turned on.

He pulled out of me, the wetness of my arousal on his fingers. He then brought them up to his mouth and sucked, and I let a low groan. Why was that so fucking sexy? He looked like a thirsty man, wanting every last drop of me. And the way his eyes darkened? Yeah, he enjoyed the taste of me very, very much.

He took off my shirt and turned me around to face him. With a wink, he knelt down in front of me.

My sex clenched, feeling way too heavy at the moment. I shifted a little to release the ache, but that didn’t work.

He tugged down my panties and signaled for me to lift my foot up with the tap of his finger, before hooking one leg over his shoulder, baring me.

He delved his fingers in around the lips of my sex, spreading me out for his view, his eyes on the exposed flesh.

I was wet and desperate. I wanted him to move faster, to love me harder. I needed to come with his fingers inside of me almost as much as I needed my next breath.

Then he kissed my pussy, an open-mouthed kiss, and I struggled to break free. It was too much. Who knew I was so sensitive down there?

“Wait, Logan.”

He looked up and my stomach clenched from the way his large body knelt in front of me, like he was worshipping me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and I could feel his hot breath on my sex. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“No, just… slow down.”

His eyes turned devious then, and I didn’t like the look very much. I tried to move back, but I was trapped by the wall.

Then he took my aching pussy in his mouth again, and this time, he went slow. So… fucking… slow.

This wasn’t what I meant, and he knew it. He was killing me.

I moved my hips, trying to quicken the pace, but Logan wasn’t having it. He grabbed my hips and kept me still while he continued his torturous licks, slowly building me up, and up, and up.

He added two fingers and I was done for. So far off the edge, I didn’t even know which way was up and which way was down.

When I came out of the orgasm, Logan was still kneeling in front of me. He looked up and smiled, and I saw the wicked glint in his green eyes. I could probably come again from just this image alone.

“You’re sleeping in our bedroom tonight.”

Our bedroom? Since when was his bedroom mine? Since when had I moved in? I didn’t say anything to that.

He wasn’t looking for a response anyway. “I’ll make this good, baby, I promise. So good, you’ll be thinking of this moment the next time you touch yourself.”

I let out the breath I was holding. I wanted that. I wanted him to make good on his promise. “Okay.”

Logan smiled, that damn wicked smile again. He stood up then, and before another word could leave my lips, I was hoisted up on his shoulders. I pinched his butt cheek when he started to move. That earned me a slap on my bare bottom.

“Hey, watch it. I’m still sensitive.”

“Baby, you love this so much, I can smell you. Don’t tell me you’re not turned on.”

My cheeks flushed. He could smell me? That was as mortifying as much as it was a turn-on. It wasn’t like I could be shy now. The man had his mouth and nose in me, on me, near me, just moments before. His lips were still shining from me for Christ’s sake!

He threw me on the bed, and I bounced a little before I could right myself. So not graceful. I glared at Logan, but he didn’t care. He was undressing, and my mouth watered at the sight of him.

The shirt came off first, showing off well-defined pecs, broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a six-pack so hard, I wanted to lick the ridges. Then to the small patch of hair on his stomach, leading to the waistband of his jeans. Logan unbuttoned said jeans, and pushed them off. He stood there before me in nothing but black boxer briefs.

I looked down and noticed his erection right away, looking so much like it wanted to burst free from the thin fabric. If only he would take them off. I wanted it all.

“Logan?”

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