Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
KAYLEE
As soon as the question’s out of my mouth, I feel Logan tense beneath me.
Oh, no. I’ve ruined it. This gorgeous, sexy, surprisingly sweet man is somehow in love with me, and I’ve shocked and disappointed him with how inexperienced I am.
“What?” he asks quietly, his beautiful brown eyes searching my face. “What do you mean, teach you how to kiss? You’ve never…” His brows knit together as he trails off.
I suck in a breath, feeling like I’m about to jump into a pool without being able to see the bottom. It might be fine, I might die. Jump in and see.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before. Which I know is ridiculous at twenty-one. Believe me, I know.”
“How is that possible?” he asks, still studying me intently.
I shrug. “There were always just other priorities in life.” Like staying fed and warm and alive. Something as frivolous and inessential as boys and dating had always felt like an out of reach luxury.
“So you’ve never…” His eyebrows arch up, and I bite my lip as heat floods my cheeks.
“I’ve never done anything. Not a kiss or…anything more.”
His eyes are wide and bright, and he lifts a hand to stroke my face with so much tenderness I could cry. “You’re completely innocent.”
“As long as we’re not counting dirty fantasies and touching myself, yes. I’m innocent. I’m a virgin.” I swallow, pressing into his touch. “Is that…disappointing for you?”
His brows slash down. “Fuck, no. I love it because it means you’ll only ever be mine. I’ll be the only man on the planet who knows how you taste. How you feel. The sounds you make when you come.”
Relief trickles through me, along with a heady dose of arousal.
I’m making a mess in panties just talking about all of this with him, and I realize that no matter how angry as I was with him earlier, I can’t deny my feelings for Logan.
I’ve been drawn to him from the moment we met, and I can’t help but feel that he’s right.
There’s an element of destiny here. Fate.
And lots of lust.
“Maybe I was just waiting for you all along,” I whisper, and his eyes darken, turning molten as he exhales shakily.
“Because you were always meant to be mine, Kaylee.” He strokes my cheek again, and I whimper softly.
His touch feels so good. His fingers are so thick and rough, so strong and capable.
“I’ll teach you anything you want to know.
” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “Anything you want is yours.”
“Right now, I want your mouth, Logan.”
He groans and pulls back slightly while sliding his hand from my cheek to cup the back of my neck.
My heart is going a million miles an hour, my stomach is exploding with butterflies, and I’ve never been so aware of my clit in my life.
I’m practically shaking with excitement, with arousal.
His hand is so big and warm on the back of my neck that I feel like my spine is melting under his touch.
“You’re so responsive, baby. So eager.” His gaze flicks down to my mouth. “Fucking perfect.”
“I’ve thought about kissing you dozens of times, Logan. But now I want the real thing. Show me what to do.”
“Kissing is about more than just lips on lips,” he says, his voice gritty.
“It’s about the breaths, touching, connection.
” He slowly slides his other hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. The movement makes my black pencil skirt slide up my thighs, and I feel exposed despite the layers of clothing between us.
My breasts press against his hard chest, making my nipples ache in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I can’t stop the gasp that escapes from my mouth.
“I’m going to start slow. Like this.” He brushes his lips against mine.
It’s not really even a kiss, more of a caress.
But even still, my eyes flutter closed and I melt into Logan.
He does it again, lingering a little longer this time.
“Your lips are so soft, baby. So sweet.” He brushes again. “Does that feel good?”
I nod eagerly. “So good. I want more.”
“The next step is to add a little pressure.” He presses his lips more firmly against mine, and I press back, acting purely on instinct.
Logan’s lips are so warm and firm, and the scent of him, the heat of his massive body, is driving me wild.
He tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly, and I follow his lead, letting my lips part.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire. Hot and glowing. Of course I’ve thought about what kissing would feel like, but apparently my imagination came up woefully short, because this…god, it feels good.
“Good girl,” he moans softly, the praise sliding over me like silk.
Like velvet. “Now, use your tongue. Just a little at first. Like this.” His tongue slides against my lower lip, and I swear, I feel it in my pulsing clit.
I make a sound that’s half gasp, half moan, and Logan pulls back.
He grins as he meets my eyes. “You okay?”
I nod, my face hot, my chest rising and falling in quick pants because I can’t seem to catch my breath.
“Yes,” I whisper. “More than okay.”
He nods. “We don’t have to do more than this, Kaylee. You’re so innocent that I don’t want to rush if you’re not ready. We can keep just kissing for as long as you need.”
I shake my head slowly. “I want more than just kisses, Logan. Knowing that you want me…” I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and whispering in his ear. “I want to give you everything, Daddy.”
He groans and I feel his hard cock jerk beneath me.
“So sweet and innocent and so dirty and eager at the same time. Have I told you that you’re fucking perfect? Because goddamn, Kaylee. I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.”
Logan’s voice sounds like he’s swallowed sandpaper, and it makes me shiver against him. My skin is tingling, my pussy dripping.
“Show me more,” I breathe, pulling back and dragging my tingling lips over his. “I want to learn everything from you.”
Logan groans softly, the sound vibrating against my mouth. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with approval. “So eager to please me, aren’t you, sweet Kaylee?”
His hand slides up into my hair, tangling there as he cradles the back of my head. The movement tilts my face up toward his, and I whimper in anticipation, writhing slightly in his lap.
“Open those pretty lips, baby,” he rasps. “Give me your mouth if you want more.”
I part my lips obediently, and Logan wastes no time claiming my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips, stroking confidently against mine. Sparks dance down my spine at the contact, and I know that I’m already addicted to Logan’s mouth.
“That’s it,” he praises roughly. “Just like that. Move with me. Slide your tongue against mine.”
I try my best to follow his lead, shyly sliding my tongue against his. My pulse is hammering in my clit, my nipples are aching points, and I feel like I could get drunk off of Logan’s kisses.
Logan groans against my mouth, and a heady rush of excitement rushes over me.
“Such a fast learner,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You’re a natural, Kaylee. You’re perfect. Made for me.” He kisses me again, going deeper into my mouth this time and making me shake with how aroused I am. “Mine,” he growls that last word, his fist tightening in my hair.
“Yours,” I agree on a sigh. All of this with Logan is fast and crazy and intense, and also the only thing I’ve ever done in my life that has felt so incredibly right.
I lean in and kiss him again, feeling bolder, feeling greedy for the taste of him.
Logan growls low in his throat and tugs at my hair as he takes over the kiss, his tongue stroking deeper, taking and giving at the time same. I’m only vaguely aware of the desperate little whimpers spilling from my throat as Logan fucks my mouth with his tongue.
“That’s my sweet, pretty girl,” he groans when he pulls back several minutes later, leaving me dazed and panting.
God, if this is what it’s like doing nothing but kissing with our clothes on, I’m going to combust when we actually get naked.
“So responsive. So perfect.” He strokes his thumb over my swollen lower lip, his eyes hot and bright.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Learning so fast.”
“I have a good teacher,” I sigh, nipping at his thumb.
“How do you feel?” he asks, and I love that he’s checking in with me. Showing me I can trust him to take care of me.
“A little overwhelmed and a lot turned on,” I answer honestly, and he smiles, those little lines fanning out around his eyes. I bite my lip and grin back at him. “I know you’re worried about the age difference, but don’t be. I like it. A lot.”
One eyebrow arches and his smile widens. “Yeah?”
I nod. “I like that you’re older and more experienced. I like that you’re smart and have your life together. And I like…” I shake my head, searching for the words to describe the feeling inside of me. It’s so new and different that I can’t quite articulate it.
“You like that I can take care of you,” he finishes for me, as though he’s in my head. “You want me to be your Daddy as much as I want you to be my baby girl.”
I shake my head again, my clit pulsing at the word Daddy, even though I don’t fully understand why. “I…my body likes it when you call yourself Daddy, or when I say it. When you tell me I’m your good girl, when you call me sweet names. But I don’t…understand…”
He kisses me again, soft and slow, and I feel instantly more settled. When he pulls back, his hands cradle my face, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. I feel so small in his arms, and so safe. So cherished.
It’s heady and addictive and perfect.