When Natalie’s hitch of breath caught his attention, he looked down just in time to see her fingers wrapping as far around his thick girth as they could go. His hips jerked, that first touch damn near enough to set him off.
And then the sexy vixen started to move her hand.
She pumped him up and down, her delicate hand working him with slow, steady strokes. A deep groan filled the room, and it took Logan a second to realize it had come from him.
“Damn, Nat. That feels great, but you keep doing tha…Ah!”
Her mouth was on him before he even knew she’d taken her hand off his dick.
“Goddamn,” he moaned loudly. “Fuck, baby. Ah,Jesus…”
Slowly, teasingly, she slid him in as far as her throat would allow. Once she’d reached her limit, Natalie started to pull back, moving even slower than she had on the way down.
Torture. The woman was knowingly, purposely torturing him.
Maybe. But damn. What a way to go!
Speaking of torture…
Natalie picked up the pace, working him with a mouth that felt as if it were made solely for him. And in just a few licks and flicks of the tongue—a few tight, sheathing sucks—the talented woman had already brought him more pleasure than he could recall ever receiving from the women in his past.
Because they weren’t this woman. They weren’t—
“Natalie,” Logan spoke her name like a prayer. “Baby, you’re gonna need to…Ah!”He sucked in a breath.“Baby, you’re gonna need to stop.”
If she didn’t, he was going to lose it while he was still in that delectable mouth of hers. And not that he hadn’t fantasized about that scenario a time or sixty, Logan wanted to be inside that silky-smooth pussy of hers even more.
“Enough.” He took the choice from her hands, or rather her mouth, and pulled himself free from Natalie’s lips.
“But you said you loved my mouth.”
“Next time.” He motioned to the mattress behind her as he finished removing his boxers and jeans. “Lay back down, just like you were before.”
“That an order, Hayes?” she teased, her gorgeous face lifting with a challenging stare.
The challenging stare lifting her gorgeous face sent a rush of arousal straight to his dick. Reaching down, Logan pinched the throbbing tip to keep the greedy bastard under control.
Natalie noticed this, of course. Those dimples of hers deepening with a knowing grin as she lay naked, staring up at him.
Refusing to back down, Logan kept his gaze steady, rebutting with an equally challenging, “What if it is?”
His rebuttal backfired bigtime, however, when Natalie—a woman who surprised him on a daily basis—bit her lip in an almost submissive way before whispering a low, “Yes, Sir.”
And then she laid back down on the bed the way she was before. Just as he’d ordered.
Fuck. Me.
It was in that moment Logan knew he was in deep, deep trouble where this woman was concerned. And damn if he couldn’t wait to see just how bad it could be. Because good was great, but bad…
Logan took in the sight before him once more.
Oh hell, yeah. Bad is so much fucking better.
He crawled onto the mattress, moving in a way that made him feel like a predator attacking its prey. But Natalie wasn’t prey to be attacked. She was a precious gift meant to be treasured.
Savored.
Treasured.