Lose myself in him.
“Please,” I murmured, my fingers curling toward the waistband of his shorts.
Logan’s lips tipped into a half-smirk. “I mean, I’m not going to say no.”
He shoved his shorts and boxers just low enough for his length to spring free, thick and heavy between us. One hand stayed on the steering wheel, the other coming to rest at the back of my head, his touch gentle but certain.
I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, leaning in until the heat of him filled my space. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking from base to tip in long, deliberate passes. Logan groaned with pleasure.
He was perfection, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how far I could take him.
I trailed one fingertip slowly from his thick base to the flushed head, teasing, before pressing a tender kiss there. Then another. And another. My mouth followed the length.
I traced my tongue upward, savoring the taste of him as if I had all the time in the world.
“Oh, Ellie,” he groaned, voice rough. His gaze dropped to me, the weight of it adding fuel to the heat swirling low in my belly. I kept my pace unhurried, making sure every flick of my tongue was intentional.
His fingers flexed at the back of my head, coaxing me closer, urging me to take him. He leaned his head against the seat, the sound of his satisfied hum vibrating through the cab.
Finally, I wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking gently while my tongue danced against him. I moved deeper, taking as much as I could before pulling back, my breaths shallow. The thrill of it—the danger, the intimacy—was intoxicating.
Every nerve in my body was alive, a warm tingle blooming in my stomach and curling down my spine.
“I—I can pull over,” he rasped, the edge of desperation in his tone telling me he was close to begging.
I shook my head, my lips still wrapped around him. “Keep driving,” I mumbled against his skin.
It was tempting to let him stop, to let him take me right here across the seat, but this moment was for him. Though, truth be told, giving him pleasure was its own kind of reward.
“Ace,” he groaned, and I dove back in, my mouth and hand working in perfect rhythm. My other hand slipped lower, cupping him with a gentle squeeze that made his hips twitch.
“Yeah, like that,” he bit out. “That’s so fucking good.”
I obeyed, never breaking rhythm, my focus narrowing to the sound of his breath and feeling the tightening of his body. I hummed softly, drawing another groan from deep in his chest.
Then I pulled away with a wet pop, my tongue slow and lazy as I licked from base to tip, over and over, letting him breathe, but just barely. His knuckles went white on the wheel, his jaw flexed, his head tipped back.
His body loosened for a heartbeat, and another moan slipped from him as I took him again with no warning. My cheeks hollowed with the strength of my suction, my head bobbing.
“Keep going…faster,” he ground out, his voice strained.
I wanted him undone. I wanted to taste every last drop.
With one final stroke of my tongue, I took him as deep as I could, and his release came hot and sudden, spilling into the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, holding him there as he groaned, before easing back and giving one last slow, languid suck, savoring the taste.
“Wow,” I breathed out, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. But before I sat up fully, I leaned down again, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss to the tattoo inked high on his thigh. My fingers traced over the design, memorizing it like a secret I never wanted to forget.
“Amazing,” Logan said, his voice low and rough. His hand shot out, curling around my jaw with just enough pressure to make my pulse jump. He tugged me toward him, crashing his lips to mine in a hard, sensual kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, locking eyes with me for a heartbeat before letting me go, a crooked smirk tugging at his mouth.
I smirked back. I could hardly believe I’d just done that—me, who had never been swept up in desire so strong it obliterated logic. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t rehearsed. It was raw, impulsive… and so damn real.
Logan adjusted himself back into his shorts, then reached for me again, pulling me against him like I belonged there. I nestled into his side, my head resting on the solid warmth of his chest as the hum of the road filled the cab.
His arm wrapped around me, his hand moving in slow, tender strokes along my bicep.
I was giddy—buzzing with the high of what just happened, thrilled for where this might lead. And yet, beneath that joy was a flicker of nerves, uncertainty winding tight in my chest.