destined to fit. And I wanted that destiny more than I wanted my next breath.
Logan held my gaze in return, running his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion. The air around us was static, it buzzed between us like an arc connecting the two pieces. I’d only known him twenty-four hours, yet lying there with him seemed natural. Like he’d been in my life for years. Like I’d wanted him for years.
The more he ran his hand soothingly across my back, the more my body woke up. The mere thought of having Logan inside me, of losing the last vestiges of my childhood, seemed to stop the tears in their tracks. Instead of being overwrought with grief, a fire burned deep inside my belly, ready to explode. I knew then it had to be quenched. That I needed more than anything to feel alive. I didn’t want to die like Frank had without experiencing all life had to offer.
Raising my head, I captured Logan’s mouth with mine and began to seduce him, running my hand up his naked chest so I could feel the life beating inside him. He opened his mouth instantly, took control, and the fire burst to life like a physical being, taking control of my actions.
“I need you,” I rasped out, rubbing my core against his leg.
He pressed his erection against my belly, and I moaned with anticipation, reaching between us to rub at his length. He hissed at the contact, so I cupped him and buried my face in his neck so I could tease him further. I wasn’t the least bit scared about what was happening between us. Sex was the most natural thing in the world. We’re designed to seek it out for pleasure and comfort. And having Logan’s mouth and hands on my body felt right.
In one fluid motion my hoodie was stripped from my body in a jerk of limbs, then heat seared through me as he captured a nipple through my bra and teased it mercilessly. My back arched at the sensation and I whimpered without embarrassment when he pulled my bra aside and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
With one deep pull, the ache in my core intensified to the point of pain. I’d masturbated plenty over the years, but my body was never truly satisfied. The anticipation of finally being full as I exploded in orgasm would be the death of me.
“Please,” I gasped when he found my other nipple. “I can’t wait.” Tears stung my eyes. The need growing higher with each flick of his tongue.
Like he’d been trained in the art of seduction, my boots and jeans left my body so smoothly, I almost laughed. I cried out instead when he stripped my panties away and spread my legs wide, burying his face between my thighs. The moment his lips closed around my clit, the deep throbbing in my core spiraled out of control and I ignited with a devastating orgasm.
“More,” was all I could say. I needed so much more from this man. His body pinning me to the bed, his cock driving inside me. The word love also tumbled through my headspace.
Logan nipped the inside of my leg and his body left mine long enough to strip his jeans off. He was back before my head cleared, his hard body covering mine like the warmest of blankets.
He captured my mouth and tangled his tongue with mine. I could taste myself on his lips, which only ignited me further, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground myself on his cock.
“Now, Logan,” I pleaded.
He seemed to pause at my insistence, then gathered my hair in his hand and tugged my head back, leaning his forehead against mine. Logan kept his eyes open as he began to fill me. His focus solely on my face until his eyes slammed shut and he gritted his teeth as if it hurt him to be inside me. “Christ. Are you . . .?” His question was almost strangled.
I could barely answer. The tension was too great, the fullness bittersweet. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
His body tensed tightly, then he wrapped me tighter in his hold, and devoured my mouth. I tried to move, to impale myself on him but he wouldn’t budge. I’d started to worry he would stop when he broke from my mouth and ordered, “Look at me.” The heat in his expression had turned to something more profound. A possessiveness