Logan brought his mouth to one breast, his lips and tongue setting her sensitive nipple on fire. “Ah!” she cried out, those hands going back to his hair.
The primal growl let her know he didn’t mind.
Nerve endings fired to life in her lower belly as the tip of his tongue flicked the distended nub again and again. His teeth teased and nibbled, and even amid the passion, Natalie could tell he was being careful not to cause her any actual pain.
And pain was the farthest thing from what she felt. In fact, it was almost as if her nipple had a direct connection to her clit.
He flicked; she swelled. He nibbled; her body ached with a need stronger than any she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, god.” She ground her pelvis against him, desperate for a respite from the pressure she knew only this man was capable of releasing.
Logan moaned against her breast before jerking back and dropping her to her feet.
“W-what—”
“Can’t wait.” His hands went on her hips, his fingertips sliding between her skin and the elastic waist of her bottoms and lace panties.
Before she could process his intentions, he was dropping to his knees in front of her, those hands shoving her pants and undies down the length of her thighs in one fluid motion.
“Logan, what are you—”
“Been dreaming of this for too fucking long.” He worked her pants the rest of the way off with her help.
So there I was, standing against Logan Hayes’s living room wall. Butt ass naked, with my bare pussy right there, smack dab in front of his face…
It sounded like the beginning of a mortifyingly embarrassing story. One of nightmares and years of therapy, one might say.
Except this wasn’t a nightmare. It was a dream. Hernewdream.
And it was seconds away from coming true.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Logan was on his knees, his hands working their way up her smooth, trembling thighs. From where she stood, he almost appeared as if he were worshiping her.
From the heady look on his face and his gentle, sensual touch, that was exactly what he was doing.
He leaned up, gently encouraging her to open herself to him. Allowing him to take the lead, Natalie spread her stance wider, giving him not only her body, but her heart.
Logan took her with his mouth, his deep moan vibrating against her in the most magnificent of ways. She cried out, one hand flying to the back of his head as if to keep herself from falling.
His lips kissed her with a reverence she’d never felt. His tongue licked and laved and traced every curve. Every seam. Every fold.
Natalie knew she was wet, drenched with hunger for a man she feared she’d never cease to crave. But as he continued working her with his mouth, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Instead she closed her eyes, let her head fall against the wall behind her, and she gave over the last of her control.
A strong, masculine hand wrapped around her left ankle. In a move she didn’t pretend to misunderstand, he guided her leg up and over his right shoulder.
Having complete and open access to her weeping sex, he turned his tongue into a delectable spear, thrusting himself in and out of her tight, neglected entrance.
“Oh, god,” Natalie moaned shamelessly. Her body was already quivering with an impending explosion. She fisted his hair, the move spurring him on even more.
With a growl that was quickly becoming her most favorite sound in the world, Logan moved his mouth higher, his focus turning to her seriously swollen and aching clit.
Her body jerked when his tongue swiped gently across the bundle of nerves.
Once.
Twice.