“Nadine,” he calls my name, and my knees go weak. I can’t help myself; I lunge at him, pressing my lips to his.
He swings into action immediately, without hesitation, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. What does this man do to me?
He kisses me back, matching my intensity, pouring as much desire into the kiss as I do.
I know this man. His presence etches itself into every part of my being. I can’t stay sane without him. I know it sounds cliche, but it’s the damn truth.
He owns me, and I’m sure he feels the same. My encounter with Chris is a wake-up call, reminding me to hold on tight to what I have. Rosa’s words echo in my mind, even if she thinks I didn’t hear: I shouldn’t let a good man slip away.
“Oh, Nad,” he whispers, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my butt. I wrap my legs around him, keeping our lips locked.
He carries me to the couch, laying me down gently before finally pulling away.
“What the hell, Logan?” I snap, frustration bubbling up like a child denied their favorite treat.
He looks deep into my eyes, a grin spreading across his face as his gaze sweeps over me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing the back of his hand softly across my cheek.
His words ignite a warmth in my skin that rivals his touch. I don’t want to push him away but enjoy every ecstasy he gives me, he looks at me as if I’m the only thing that matters which makes my heart race.
Logan’s hands move slowly, deliberately, tracing lines down my body as if he’s claiming me. His gaze stays locked on mine, unwavering, even as his fingers skim my bare skin, sending shivers coursing through me.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but it’s impossible with him this close. I remind myself this isn’t just physical; it’s not merely an urge to satisfy. Right now, something deeper pulls me in.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, relishing every moment. I crave his touch, needing him to keep me alive.
His grin widens as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he murmurs in a low, teasing voice.
He leans in again, his lips brushing my neck, soft and slow, making me tremble beneath him. I arch into him, yearning for more-more warmth, more pressure, more of him.
But there’s something different in the way he touches me now-gently as if he’s not just fueling the fire between us but trying to understand it. That thought scares me more than the heat building inside me.
I grab his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to lose myself at this moment. For now, I let desire consume me, pushing aside any doubts. All I want is him, here, now-nothing else.
Then he crashes his lips against mine again, kissing me slowly this time. His lips move to my ear, nibbling softly as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
His mouth trails down to my neck, sucking hard before moving lower to my chest, where he nibbles again, sending electric sparks through my body.
Fuck, I’m not in the mood for all this foreplay. All I want is to have him inside me. Logan’s doing things to me I can’t even put into words.
I reach for his belt, my hands fumbling as I struggle to unbuckle it, urgency driving my movements.
“Slow down, tiger,” he says, his voice dripping with that teasing tone that only makes me want him more. He helps me, pulling his trousers down.
I see his erection straining against his boxer briefs, and without hesitation, I yank them down, needing to feel him in my mouth.
All the while I do this, he keeps looking at me with smiles and adoration, like he just crossed something off his bucket list.
His breath hitches as I free him from his briefs, the heat of his arousal pulsing in my hand. My body hums with anticipation, and I waste no time, lowering myself so I can take him in.
The second my lips touch him, Logan lets out a low, throaty groan that sends a thrill through me.
I swirl my tongue around him, tasting his need, feeling him on my tongue. He threads his fingers through my hair, gripping lightly, guiding me, but not rushing. It’s like he wants to enjoy every second of this moment.
I move slowly at first, teasing, drawing out every inch of him. His breathing quickens, and I can feel his body tensing with each motion.
The sound of his pleasure only fuels me more, and I take him deeper, pushing myself further, wanting to hear more of those groans, to feel his control slipping away.
“Nad…” His voice is strained, almost pleading, and I can feel him on the edge. I look up, meeting his eyes, watching as the tension builds in his jaw, his chest rising and falling faster.
His hand tightens in my hair, and for a brief moment, I pull back, just to see that raw need on his face. It’s intoxicating, watching him come undone because of me.
But I won’t stop. I take him back in, moving faster now, pushing him closer to that breaking point. His grip on my hair tightens, and his hips begin to move with me, instinctively seeking more-deeper, faster.
“Oh my! Fuck! Nadine!” he exclaims as I work my magic, taking him deep into my mouth. I know I’ll have a sore throat after this, but I don’t care.
I notice he starts to thrust faster, matching the rhythm of my movements. It’s clear he’s approaching the edge.
Suddenly, he goes rigid, and I feel him release himself into me. I quickly pull my mouth away, gasping for breath.
In an instant, he moves, smashing his lips against mine. The taste of his cum mingles with his saliva, and he kisses me like he’ll never let me go.
He breaks the kiss and then shifts his attention to my breasts. The gown I’m wearing seems to get in his way, so he tears it off in one swift motion.
“What the hell?” I mutter in shock.
“Sorry, Nadine! I’ll buy you more,” he says hurriedly as if he can’t bear to be interrupted.
He pulls my breast free from my bra and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.
“Lo… Logan,” I moan his name as he continues to graze my breast with his lips while his other hand explores the second breast, sending waves of pleasure through me.
Logan will be the death of me.