“Yup.”
“Good.” Her fingers flicked open the button on her jeans, tugged at the zipper, and shoved them down her legs. They tangled at her ankles and she teetered, but Logan lurched forward to grab her, sweeping her up into his arms. “The one time I don’t change into pajamas,” she muttered.
“I happen to like that ass in jeans,” he murmured, shifting her weight as he walked so he could help her untangle the denim from her ankles.
“Pajamas would make for easier access.”
“Sometimes easy access isn’t everything.”
She paused, eyes coming up to meet his, lips curving. “True.”
He got the jeans off the other foot and let them fall to the floor, and then he had his arms full of beautiful woman, breasts encased in black lace, pussy in . . .
“Are those unicorns?”
Her cheeks flared red, but she didn’t look away. “Unicorns happen to be very sexy,” she grumbled.
Considering they were on the woman he was crazy about, Logan wasn’t going to argue. Instead, he tossed Lori onto the bed, followed her down, and let his mouth tell her exactly how much he enjoyed them.
She tasted of honey and sunshine.
Her skin was silk.
Her breasts . . . well, he lost his mind for a bit there, kissing and sucking at the pebbled tips, kneading the round globes, licking and tasting and laving every inch of them. And then every inch of her.
Her pussy tasted like honey, too.
And he couldn’t get enough, using his tongue on her labia, pressing and flicking it against her clit, slipping a finger inside her until he found a rhythm that had her hips jerking up and pleadings escaping her lips in gasped exhales.
“Logan— oh. Fuck,” she groaned, head writhing on the pillow. “Yes. Like that. No, faster. Yes. That. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t—”
She broke off with a long keening moan, pussy convulsing around his fingers.
Logan’s head was spinning, the taste of her on his tongue, her scent in his nose, his cock ready to break in half, but he paused, waited for her eyes to flutter open.
“Are—”
Lori reached for the button of his jeans . “Inside me. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, extracting the condom from his wallet, brushing her hands away, unbuttoning and pushing his jeans down before rolling it on. Twenty seconds later, he was between her thighs and pushing home.
Fucking. Best. Thing. Ever.
She was tight. She was hot. She was—
Lori kissed him.
—everything.
He moved, thrusting in and out, desire spiraling out from his cock and shooting down his spine. It was absolutely the best thing he’d ever felt. In fact, it was so good that he didn’t even register the fact that his hip was twinging.
Logan couldn’t feel anything except him, Lori, and the magic they were making.
He didn’t last long.
But luckily, neither did she.
Thirty seconds later, he slipped a hand between them, finding a spot that made her arch and cry out, pussy clenching around him as she toppled over the edge.