Chapter seven Logan
Chapter seven
Logan
I don’t know what I did to convince this woman to come home with me, but fuck, if I’m not thankful.
Tessa’s straddling my thighs, her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of me as she settles her plush body in my lap, her short skirt making it so that the only barriers between us are my clothing and her panties.
Hazel eyes are shining back at me with need, desire, and a hint of something else.
Her teeth graze over her bottom lip, and when my eyes drop to follow the movement, she leans in toward me.
“Tell me I can kiss you,” I plead, my fingers combing through her hair as I slide my hand to the back of her head.
Tessa’s eyes meet mine before she nods. “Kiss me.” Her words are a breathless whisper, and my lips crash against hers a second later. She gasps softly, her hands crawling up my neck before she grasps the hair at the back of my head as I trace her lips with my tongue.
I groan when her tongue brushes against mine, a hint of the cherry bourbon she was drinking earlier still lingering.
My dick is straining against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for some relief.
I drag her hips forward, seeking more friction.
Her mouth is soft and pliable against mine, and my grip tightens, my thumbs pressing into her skin.
I’ve been dying to kiss this woman since she spun around and spilled her drink all over the front of my shirt, but the reality is so much more than what I imagined.
The gentle, breathy sounds she’s making as my tongue glides against hers have fire roaring beneath my skin.
I want to taste and devour each little noise that escapes her.
There’s no fucking way that one night with her is going to be enough. Not when I could so easily become addicted.
I need more of it all. Her teasing remarks and playful quips, the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes brighten when she smiles. As much as I’m a fairly upbeat person, I’ve smiled and laughed more with her tonight than I have with anyone else in months. It’s not a feeling I’m ready to part with.
“Logan,” she whimpers, breaking away from the kiss to rest her forehead against mine. My name has never sounded as good as it does when it’s rolling off her tongue with that slight rasp of her voice.
With one hand still grasping the hair at the back of my head, her other hand trails over my shoulder and down my chest, her fingertips a light caress over my shirt. The sensation has a groan rumbling in my chest.
“Tell me what you need, darlin’. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.” Fuck, I sound desperate, but I feel desperate too. For her. For whatever this is.
Her hazel eyes flutter shut, dark lashes fanning across her cheeks as she shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
Her words feather against my lips, sending a shiver racing down my spine. But the hesitation in them has me pulling my head back. My brows furrow as our gazes meet, a blush coating her cheeks.
“It’s been a long time.” Her voice is soft and tinged with embarrassment at the confession. “I don’t know what I need, but I know that I want you.”
My hand slides beneath her T-shirt, fingers following the line of her waistband. Her skin is warm and soft beneath my touch. I’m already aching to see more of her. To feel more of her. “Can I touch you?”
Her body trembles deliciously at my request. “Yes,” she breathes, nodding. “Please.”
It’s all I need to hear to move my hand beneath the fabric of her skirt, my fingers tracing over the soft cotton covering her pussy.
She lets out a soft gasp as I trail two fingers over her slit, her wetness soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
“Fuck,” I groan, leaning in to bury my face in the crook of her neck.
“Is this all for me?” My stubbled jaw scrapes across her skin as I kiss along her throat.
More sweet little sounds escape her before she nods, another whimper slipping free.
Pulling her panties to the side, I brush the tips of my fingers over her entrance, gathering the evidence of her arousal and dragging it up to her clit.
Her hips roll into my touch as she grinds herself against the palm of my hand, a moan falling from her lips.
I can’t remember the last time I had a woman in my lap like this. Sitting on the couch, her body writhing against mine as my cock grinds against her. If my damn boxers and jeans weren’t in the way, I could so easily be inside of her right now.
Tessa’s hands move to my shoulders, bracing herself as I work in slow circles around her swollen clit. “Oh god,” she moans, her head falling back as she chases my touch. “Logan, please.”
Fuck, the way she says my name. The things I would do to hear it fall from her lips as she finds her release. I would bottle up the sound if I could, replay it over and over again the next time I wrap my hand around my cock.
Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine and devour her lips.
Moving my other hand lower, I slide two fingers into her, choking back a groan from the sheer heat of her.
She’s soaked, and all I can think about is getting her taste on my tongue.
Grinding the heel of my hand against her clit as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her, I break our kiss and murmur, “Let me taste you.”
She tenses as she leans back, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “You… want that?” She sounds so unsure, and it makes me want to lift her into my arms and throw her down on the couch while I sink to my knees and bury my face between her thighs.
With my eyes on hers, I pull my fingers free from her wet cunt and bring them to my mouth.
Closing my lips around them, I suck her flavor from my fingers and groan, thrusting my hips up against her heat to reinforce exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Fucking delicious,” I rasp. “Bet you’ll taste even better once I get my mouth on this pretty pussy of yours. ”
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of scarlet as she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Holy fuck.
Full, perfect tits are threatening to spill over a nude lace bra, and I quickly lean forward, wrapping my arm around her back to unclasp it with one hand.
Goosebumps pebble along her chest, and she shivers as her nipples harden.
“Absolutely perfect,” I praise, my gaze meeting hers as I bring my mouth to the taunting peak, flicking my tongue over it before sealing my lips around her nipple.
Her back arches as she presses closer to me and wraps a hand around the back of my head, holding my mouth to her.
My girl likes her nipples played with.
I’m not under any impression that this will be anything other than one night. If I knew I would have more time to learn her body and discover every little thing that sets her on fire, I would go slow.
But time is not a luxury I’ve been given. Instead, I need to devour everything she has to offer, starting with truly tasting her.