Logan #2
“What a fucking loss for them…” I muttered, leaning down to kiss her. “Because you? You’re divine.”
Pride surged through me like a shot of adrenaline. The fact that I was the first man to worship her this way—it lit something primal in me. She’d never had a real man.
Not until me.
“I never realized how good that could feel,” she whispered.
“Oh, Ace,” I said, grinning against her lips, “it’s my favorite thing to do.”
Ellie chuckled, and then she sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me back into her. Her kiss was urgent, full of lingering hunger, and I let myself fall into it, into her.
We found our rhythm again, just as quickly. The heat was back, swelling between us until it was nearly unbearable.
I crawled over her, and she moved with me, inch by inch, until we were tangled in the center of the bed, lost in a kiss that was hot, slow, and unrelenting.
I hovered above her, braced on my forearms, while her fingers explored every inch of me—from the solid lines of my chest, trailing down my abs, to the hard base of my cock.
Her hand wrapped around me, tugging gently, and circling the tip before stroking again. Again.
I couldn’t take it.
Ellie Cassidy, naked in my bed with her hand wrapped around my cock, was a death sentence in the best kind of way.
A guttural growl tore from my chest as I reached down and pulled her hand free.
“I can’t let you keep doing that,” I rasped. “I won’t last another damn minute.”
She smiled, coy and smug, biting her bottom lip as I knelt over her. That look on her face? Fuck. She could undo me with just a glance.
I took a breath, drinking her in. Naked and glorious beneath me—the woman of my dreams and the center of every filthy fantasy I’d ever had.
My chest clenched with something deeper. Something real.
I laced my fingers with hers, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“You’re so special, Ellie.”
Her expression softened, her eyes shimmering with something tender—something that mirrored the ache growing in my chest. She squeezed my hand back.
Still holding her fingers, I reached to the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. Her gaze stayed on me as I tore the condom wrapper.
Her hand came up to stop me, fingers wrapping around the foil package.
“We…we don’t need that.”
I paused, eyeing her hand and the grip I still held on the condom.
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you, Logan.”
Those four words were all I needed to hear to loosen the grip and allow her to take it from me. Ellie tossed it across the room, and a soft thud sounded somewhere on the floor.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in quite a while.”
“I’ve only ever slept with one other person.”
Fuck.
“Flip over for me,” I said, voice low and thick. “Get that pretty ass in the air.”
She slipped out from beneath me, slow and sensual, then positioned herself on all fours. Her back arched, ass high, as she waited for me.
I ran a palm over one cheek, admiring her curves before giving a light smack, watching the skin bloom pink beneath my hand.
“Fuck,” I muttered, lining up behind her.
Guiding myself between her thighs, I pressed the tip of my cock to her entrance, groaning as I slowly buried myself inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, trembling beneath the weight of me.
But I kept going—deeper, fuller—until I was completely inside.
“Good girl,” I growled. “You take me so fucking well.”
I stayed like that for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size. My hands caressed her hips, reverent, then possessive.
Then I wrapped her hair around my fist and tugged.
“If I’m too rough,” I murmured against her ear, “you tell me.”
Ellie nodded, her breath shaky.
That was all I needed.
With her hair as leverage, I drove into her. Each thrust echoed with the sound of skin on skin, our bodies colliding in rhythm, in fire. She let out a low, feral moan as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with everything I had.
The sounds—her moans, the wet, slick pull of her around me—drove me wild. I grunted and pulled her tighter, my lips dragging across her neck before my teeth sank into her skin, claiming her in a way I’d only ever dreamed.
Her hand shot back, gripping my face, holding me there.
I pushed her forward, letting her fall face-down onto the mattress before flipping her over in one swift move. I caught her leg, hiked it over my shoulder, and sank back into her with no warning.
“Logan,” she gasped, her hands fisting the sheets.
I crushed my mouth to hers as I picked up where I left off—harder, deeper, faster.
The bed creaked and rocked beneath us, its rhythm no match for ours. I caught her other leg and hooked it over my other shoulder, bending her in half beneath me.
Her moans spiraled higher, her body clenching tight—so fucking tight—around me.
And then she shattered.
Her walls locked around me, squeezing me like a damn vice as her orgasm ripped through her.
I followed, helpless to stop it, as I came with a groan that tore from deep inside. I stayed buried in her, hips jerking, giving her everything I had.
We collapsed together, breathless and tangled, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other.
One thing was certain, I would never be the same again.
Leaning down, I cupped her face and kissed her with everything I had—need, passion, and obsession.