Page 16 of Big Burly Foreman

“Tell me, princess, did you come home alone?” he rasps into my hair, his warm breath fanning the sensitive skin behind my earlobe. “I need to know just how loud I can make you scream.”

I nod, and his hand slips from my mouth. “Magda . . . she’s around,” I breathe.

“She’s half-deaf,” he snorts which isn’t exactly true, but I don’t correct him. It’s been a running myth around the ranch that she is hard of hearing because she ignores people and pretends she can’t hear them call out to her. Hers is more of a selective hearing loss, but I am not about to expose her secret or ruin the mood by telling Logan that.

“Her room is on the other end of the house,” I say instead.

“Good,” he whispers, his hand dropping to my jeans and tugging at the button, and I want to turn around and face him, wishing I could see his eyes, but the only light in the room is coming from the open window. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, all night, and I was just about to go out looking for you.”

I moan when his hand brushes against my skin as he tugs my pants down my thighs, leaving me in my panties. My knees grow weak when he runs his fingers over my thighs, caressing his way to my mound, sucking in a sharp breath when he finds my panties wet.

“Fuck me, princess,” he rasps, squeezing my breast through the bra as he drives me mad with the hand between my thighs. I exhale shakily when he slips his finger past my panties and runs it over my sex. “Your pussy is dripping for me.”

His voice, so smooth and deep, has no right making me feel the way it does, but I can hardly stand straight. The feeling only grows when he hooks a finger into the waistband, tugs my panties down my thighs, and helps me step out of them, leaving my sex exposed.

I whimper with need when he gathers the hem of my top and peels it up, the soft caress of his fingers sending a deep ache between my legs, but he is not done torturing me with his touch.

The room is fairly dark, just like it’d been last night in the barn, but I can’t help but feel exposed. This time, there are no shadows lurking. There is no haste in his touch when he drags my bra away from my breasts, causing my nipples to harden into achy points. He tosses my bra over his shoulder, leaving me completely naked.

I expect to feel vulnerable, standing nude with him still dressed, but all it does is send a pulse of need down to my sex. His hands are warm against my body, and his erection pushing against my ass is all the evidence I need of just how much he wants me.

I gasp when Logan turns me around, and his lips are on mine before I can even get a clear look at him. I lean into his touch as a tingling feeling spreads through my body, and I curl my toes in pleasure. I wrap my arms around his neck and whimper into the kiss as his tongue seeks mine in the most erotic of moves.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, princess,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve thought about it so many times, kissing a path down your perfect body . . .”

My head falls back when his lips drop to my neck where his open-mouthed kisses send another deep ache between my legs, and I push against his erection.

“ . . . every time you walked around the ranch in those crop tops you like to wear, the outline of your little nipples visible through the fabric, I wanted to suck them and find out if their texture is as soft as the rest of you looks . . .”

“Oh, God!” I cry out when his head drops to my breast, his breath fanning my sensitive skin, and I jerk against his arms when he runs his tongue over the tight buds, sending me quivering in his arms. My mind goes blank when his mouth closes over the left nipple, sucking it gently between his lips before giving the same attention to the other.

I thought last night was mind-blowing. I didn’t think anything he did could top what happened at the barn, but this is more . . . It’s wild.

His touch, however slight, is enough to drive me crazy, and I don’t even notice when he lifts me into his arms, carries me to the bed, and draws me into his lap.

“You’re mine, princess,” he growls, sending goosebumps over every inch of my skin. His words send my head spinning, and I suddenly realize just how long I have wanted that to be true.

I have wanted to belong to him from the second we met. I can’t believe it took him this long to claim me.

Christ, I shouldn’t give this man my entire heart when our future is not guaranteed, but how can I hold back when he touches me the way he does?

When my body sings at the slightest touch from him.

I moan in need with his lips close over mine, and then his hands are everywhere. I whimper into the kiss as he runs his hand over my backside and then slips them up my back into my hair, closing his fist around it. I rub my wet sex against his erection, no doubt staining his jeans, but I can’t think past the delicious feeling that spreads up my spine from the move.

I cry out in protest when he turns around and lays me down on my back before I feel his delicious body press down on me, dropping his elbows on either side of my head. This close, I can see his blue eyes and read the desire in them despite the poor lighting.

“I’ve never let anyone else touch me,” I confess. I can say this now. I can tell him how I preserved my virginity for him now that he is about to take it. “I couldn’t picture anyone but you touching me, so I waited for you, Logan. I stayed innocent for you.”

Only you.

Chapter Eight

Logan

I stayed innocent for you.

Christ, she undoes me.

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