Page 78 of The Lost and the Found

“You sound pretty confident there, don’t you?” I asked dryly.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he bent down and took off my socks, one at a time. He ran his hands over my instep, and I let out an involuntarily shiver.

His smile widened, before saying, “Talk,” just as he suckled on one of my toes. Oh, my. Who knew this was an erogenous zone?

And I was supposed to be talking? How the hell was I supposed to be talking? “Right. Did I ever tell you about this big assignment I have due?”

“Hmm-mmm,” was all he said in acknowledgement, before making his way up my legs, his hands—everywhere.

From my calves, to my knees, to the inside of my thighs…

Oh.

I stuttered a little over my words while telling him about the assignment. I had the directions memorized since the day the professor assigned it to us, but now, I wasn’t sure if I was making sense.

“So the whole…whole point of this, um, this, this, assignment…” He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Is to find who in this, um, hypothetical company has been stealing money, and, uh…”

The back of his hand touched my navel and I sucked in a sharp breath.

I gave up.

I surrendered. Fuck the assignment. I couldn’t care less about it now, not when Logan was pulling my jeans and panties down my legs. I squirmed a little when he stopped, my jeans just at my knees.

I was held immobile, both from his stare and the fabric. “Logan?”

“You’re beautiful, Hayden,” he said, moving down my legs again. He licked my stomach, and I would have jumped off the couch had Logan not been on top of me.

“Logan?” I asked again.

“Shh, I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay.”

I sucked in a sharp breath when he moved lower. He nipped at the tender skin at the top of my mound, and I could feel my arousal seeping out. I had never been more turned on.

He moved his hand between my legs while looking up at me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise when he put a finger inside of me.

“So wet for me. Look at how easy it is for me to finger your tight little cunt.”

I clenched around him. I didn’t think I would like dirty talk, but Logan proved me wrong. I didn’t care that he was crude, because I might love it too much to ever ask him to stop.

I clenched around him, and he let out a hiss. “Fuck, baby. That’s hot.”

He nipped at my hips, from one to the other, all the while, his eyes never wavering from mine. I swore I saw the devil in those bright eyes, making me lose control. And then he moved further down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on my sex, and I lost all control.

“Oh, God,” was the only thing I was capable of, and I said it like a prayer, as if I was on my knees in a church, and not on my back in Logan’s apartment.

He used the flat of his tongue and ran it vertically up the lip of my sex, and I reached down until I got a hold of his silky dark hair, pulling it every time I felt his tongue inside me.

Perhaps he should rethink getting his hair cut. I liked to have something to hold onto when he was like this.

He brought the outer lip of my sex between his teeth in a gentle bite, before he let go and swirled his tongue on my clit once more.

He kept with that gentle rhythm of his, and no amount of begging could get him to move faster. I placed my foot on the cushion and pushed a little, trying to find a position that would relieve me of that tension, but it didn’t work.

My stomach clenched from the impending orgasm just out of my reach and Logan hummed, causing a slight vibration that I felt all the way down to my toes. He moved back and I wanted to scream at him—that was until he roughly pulled my jeans and panties down all the way. He offered a wicked smile and grabbed my legs, pushing them back until my knees almost touched my breasts, and I was left even more exposed than before.

He buried his face between my legs once more, and I felt his hot breath before I felt his tongue. “God, Logan. Please.”

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