Chapter Thirty-One
I woke to find Logan still fast asleep. The light outside was faint so it was still fairly early. I lay in the crook of his shoulder, at some point in the night he’d pulled me into his arms.
I was never awake first so it felt special, just watching him for a while. I took in the lines of his face covered with sexy morning stubble, his strong shoulders, and chest exposed where the bedding had slipped down during the night. I studied his peaceful face, then watched his chest rise and fall, gently placing my fingertips on it to smooth over his skin.
Logan let out a shallower breath, and his hand came up to cover mine. “Good morning,” he mumbled, barely awake as his eyelids opened and closed a few times.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” I said softly since I wasn’t sure how his head was feeling.
He shifted, rolling to his side, so our faces were closer together. “I don’t mind at all.” He focused on me as he woke more. “I’m sorry I had too much to drink last night. ”
I shook my head with a grin. “I liked watching you enjoy yourself so much.”
“Speaking of enjoying myself.” Logan pressed his hand to my back, bringing me closer and our lips met.
He’d evidently avoided a hangover I observed as his mouth moved against mine eagerly and his hands ran slowly up and down my back. His gentleness always touched me; he never rushed me. He was such a giving lover, making sure I was fully satisfied before he ever focused on his pleasure.
Lying in his arms, feeling that ache start between my thighs as he kissed and touched me, I realized how much I wanted to show Logan that his satisfaction mattered to me as well. I breathed in, intensified the kiss, and he let out a pleased hum as his arms tightened around me.
I moved a hand to his cheek and slid the other down his neck to his chest, then over his hard stomach as I watched him.
When he felt my hand grazing under the sheets, his eyes popped open and stared into mine as he started to pull back in surprise. I’d never been the aggressor in bed before.
I quickly ran my fingers into his hair, pressing to keep our lips fused as I wrapped my hand around his length. Logan moaned against my mouth and his lids slid closed again as I started slowly stroking him. It wasn’t long before he was fully aroused and shifting his body to move on top of mine.
I released his mouth and shook my head. “Let me enjoy my dessert,” I told him .
Logan let me untangle from his arms and watched me intently as I moved from under the covers. I stood by the foot of the bed and slowly pushed my underwear down my thighs. I bit my lip, feeling powerful with my actions, watching his chest rise and fall as he waited for me. I pulled the bedding down to expose the rest of his beautiful, naked body and nodded to the pillows.
“Lay against them for me”
He did as I asked, moving to lounge on the plush pile.
I crawled up past his ankles, pressing his knees open with my hands, then moved them up his thighs and dipped my head.
“Oh my god, Madison,” Logan groaned as he slid between my lips.
I wrapped a hand around the base of him and angled my face so I could watch his as I closed my mouth more firmly, pressed my tongue into his shaft, and started to pleasure him with long strokes. Each time he hit the back of my throat, Logan let out a satisfied groan.
His arms were pressed into the pillows, gripping them, his lust-glazed eyes watching me. Some of my hair fell forward and he reached down and gently pressed it behind my ear before clasping the side of my head so it wouldn’t block his view again.
I kept building up the pressure for him and felt my desire pooling between my legs. His mouth fell open, his chest rising and falling faster. When I knew he was close, I returned the favor he had given me our first night together and started to slow, relaxing my hold on him .
Logan noticed the change; his hand tightened in my hair, but then he removed his fingers gently before jerking his fist up beside his head.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed hard. “I need—want—please.”
I released him and he clenched his jaw, pained from the loss of my warm mouth caressing him.
I swiftly moved up to straddle him. When he slid between my thighs, I shifted to bury him deeply inside my body.
We both moaned as I settled around him. His hands grabbed my hips and he groaned again when I used my muscles to squeeze him tighter.
I pulled his t-shirt over my head, tossed it aside, then picked up his hands and raised them to my chest. Logan cupped and gently squeezed my breasts as I lifted my hips until he was almost out of my body before slowly lowering myself back down his length.
I let my head fall back as I repeated the slow rise and fall repeatedly, absorbing the sensation of controlling him within my body and enjoying the sounds he made as I moved. After a while, I lowered my head to return my focus to Logan. He was staring at me, wearing a faint smile, and I knew he had been watching me enjoy myself.
I bit my lip, gripped his hands on my breasts more firmly, and started to move my hips in slow thrusts. His face shifted and intensity returned as he watched me ride him.
I gradually increased the speed of my hips. When our breathing began to labor, Logan slid one of his hands from beneath mine and lowered it to where our bodies were joined. His fingers stroked me as the hand still on my breast rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I cried out but made myself grab his wrists to stop him.
Logan opened his mouth, I knew to tell me to let him touch me the way I like, but I shook my head and rested his hands on my moving hips.
“No,” I breathed. “Feel. That’s all I want, Logan. Just feel for me.”
It registered on his face what I was asking and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His features relaxed as he let pleasure flood him.
I picked up my pace, my hands curling over his shoulders to give myself more purchase as his chest moved faster and his mouth fell open to take quicker breaths. I moved a hand to lace my fingers through his hair and tugged gently until he growled.
His fingers gripped my hips harder as he started lifting his pelvis to meet my thrusts. I bit my lip again, moaning loudly as Logan went so deep, it hurt in the best possible way and the sound seemed to push him over the edge.
His back stiffened as it arched off the pillows and he crushed me to his chest. His arms went around my back and he gripped my shoulders, pressing me down to take him in fully, holding me there as he turned hard as steel inside me. “Madison!” he groaned, then his eyes clamped shut as his mouth fell open and a long moan started as he lifted his hips over and over .
The force of Logan’s release triggered mine, and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body as my head fell back and my moan mixed with his.
When Logan collapsed back against the pillows, he took me with him. Our chests heaved as he kept his arms around me, holding me firmly to him. His heart was pounding against my breasts and I could hear my own in my ears. Gradually, my lungs stopped burning and the endorphins faded. The only sound in the room was our breathing as it slowed.
“Well, well, well,” Logan murmured against my hair. “That was nowhere close to the timid young lady from our first night together.”
I suddenly felt unsure, which was of course ridiculous, but still… perhaps he didn’t really enjoy a woman taking control in bed. I lifted my head from the crook of his neck. “Did you—” I chewed my lip, “Was it… nice?”
Logan’s eyelids had been barely open and at my question, they widened, and then he started laughing.
My cheeks heated. “It’s not funny, I—”
He stopped me by running his fingers up my spine and into my hair, bending his head to take my mouth hard. When he broke the kiss, I was almost out of breath again.
“Woman,” his hands roamed down my back slowly, “that was hot as hell.”
I settled against him again, feeling exceedingly pleased with myself. “Damn straight, Harper.”