I think."
He chuckled. "Your words lack a certain note of conviction."
"Are you done with dessert?"
"The ice cream is all gone, I'm afraid." He bent over and scooped her up in his arms. "But licking is still on the menu."
Her head swam as he turned her and laid her on the dining room table. Her feet dangled over the edge, unbalancing her, until he grasped her thighs and moved them apart. The move stabilized her, but also increased her vulnerability.
Logan lifted her skirt and she stiffened in alarm. But he immediately trailed his hands down her legs until he reached her feet. He removed her shoes, dropping them to the Oriental carpet. He cupped her feet in his big hands.
He began massaging her—feet? Surprise skittered through her. She knew she was laid out on his dining room table, her breasts exposed, her skirt hiked up.
But her panties still covered her, and he seemed interested only in her feet. No man had ever made such a surprising move.
She relaxed, as much as she could when her body was still drawn tight with an unfulfilled need. But the foot massage was heavenly.
She let her legs fall open a bit more. Or had he widened the gap between her feet?
No matter. He wasn't doing anything alarming. Yes, he'd played with her breasts. But the pleasure had been irresistible. The foot massage was almost equally as delicious.
His hands massaged her soles while he pressed a kiss to one knee, and then the other. Had he nudged her legs further apart again?
She murmured what might have been a small protest.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll never do anything you don't want."
That was true. She relaxed a bit more as she remembered all the times he'd left her, when she'd thought he might make a pass at her.
The only niggle of worry that wormed its way through her pleasure was the fear that he'd stop too soon. She wasn't ready quite yet to halt this pleasure.
She would stop him at some point.
She had to.
But not yet.
His strong fingers moved up to her toes and he began massaging each one individually, starting with her smallest toe. Oooh, that felt good. Every so often, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her legs. She scarcely noticed when the kiss landed on her thighs. It was just part of his pattern.
By the time he finished with her foot massage, her toes were curling in delight, a sensation she'd never experienced.
He raised his head and looked up at her. "You look so wanton," he said. "Quite delightful." A flush rode high on his cheeks.
"Are we done?"
"Not yet." His lips curved slowly. "I have one more thing I want to do." He placed his hands on her hips, paused for an infinitesimal moment, and then slowly peeled her underpants down her legs.
One more thing? Then would he stop? Amanda didn't move, even as she silently begged him to touch her body again. He still had all his clothes on. It didn't seem he had any intention of removing them. She was still safe.
"Yes," he said, "that's better."
Amanda opened her eyes to see him staring at her.
"Mandy," he said on a long breath. "You have no idea what you do to me." He placed one strong hand at the top of each of her thighs, and slowly pushed her open.
"Logan," she gasped. She was totally exposed to him and the sensation of being on display jolted her with excitement. She had to stop him now.
He lowered his head and kissed her right at the opening between her legs.
Then he licked her.
She whimpered, as her brain moved in the same dizzying circles as his tongue. Except that her brain was trying to tell her one thing, and the spot between her legs was clinging to something else entirely— the joy he was giving her.
Her entire body buzzed with pleasure from that one spot of contact. Then his fingers entered her, strong and sure. First one, testing her, exploring. Then, another, filling her, pushing upward and stroking in and out. Once. Twice. Three times.
She convulsed.
Over and over.
Until she finally sighed out his name and grasped his head to stop him, or to have something to hold onto. She feared she might pass out.
He raised his head, his gaze meeting hers. She shifted her eyes away as the buzzing in her head continued to distract her. How had this happened? What had she been thinking?
Logan stood up and pressed himself between her thighs. The wool of