He thought he’d distract her from the stranglehold she had on his cock. Instead, she tightened her hold, gripping him tighter, stroking him deeper.
“Des, stop.”
She let go and lifted her head to stare at him. “Why?”
“Because you’re too damn good at that, and I don’t want to come before I’m inside you.”
Her lips curved in a sexy little smile he wanted to kiss right off her face. “Well . . . good to know.” She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and drew his mouth toward hers.
She was demanding, and he liked that she wasn’t shy at all. He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, depositing her onto the bed. She slipped off her tennis shoes and popped the button of her jeans, while he toed off his boots and shrugged out of his jeans.
He liked watching her undress, the way she shimmied out of those tight jeans she wore, leaving her in just her shirt and underwear. And then she made quick work of her top, which left her wearing only her matching very sexy black bra and panties.
He took off his socks, pulled off his shirt and dropped his boxer briefs, then climbed onto the bed, pushing her onto the mattress.
“Hey, I’m not naked yet,” she said as he loomed over her.
“I know.” He bent and pressed a kiss to the swell of her breast, his lips lingering over the softness of her skin. Then he went lower, grasping the material of her bra into his mouth, taking her nipple with it.
“Oh,” she said, arching into his mouth. “This would be so much better if we took my bra off.”
He ignored her, sucking the material—and her nipple—into his mouth. He nibbled with his teeth, a little harder than he normally would if there hadn’t been the barrier of satin and lace.
Des moaned, and cursed.
“Dammit, Logan.”
His name floated out as a whisper as she grabbed his head and pulled it up.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get this bra off. I want your mouth on me. On my skin, sucking my ni**les.”
Again, that blatant honesty of hers that seared him, that made him desperate to possess her in the most primal of ways.
He lifted her only long enough to undo the clasp on her bra. He pulled the straps down her shoulders—with her help, since she seemed to be in a big damn hurry to get the bra off.
God, she was beautiful. With only moonlight streaming in from the window of the cabin, her skin shone a pale silver glow, her ni**les dark against the light of her skin. Her br**sts were small, and as he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the peaks, she lifted into his touch.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
He leaned over her and took her nipple into his mouth. She was like silk, and seemed so fragile, so small next to him. He tried to be gentle, but that’s not what she wanted.
“More,” she whispered, her tone breathless as he grasped her breast in his hand and deepened the draw of her nipple between his lips. Her answering moan was his gratification. Passion made him slip his hand behind her back and use his teeth to tease her.
“Oh, God, Logan. Do that again.”
Her ni**les were sensitive, and that rocketed him to new heights. He was hard, heavy, and ached to be inside her. But he loved the feel of her skin, the way her ni**les beaded and tightened inside his mouth. He loved the way she writhed against him with every flick of his tongue across the taut buds. And when he laid her down flat on the bed and kissed his way along her ribs, making his way down her very tight stomach, she leaned up on her elbows to watch him.
Des was ever curious, and so present, not content to be passive. Whenever she could, she reached down to touch him. And when he kissed her hip bone and began to pull her panties down, she drew in a breath.
Here, she was beautiful. Hell, everywhere she was beautiful. How could he have ever thought she was too young? She was most definitely a woman. And as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her, she cried out like a woman, arching her sex against him, demanding he pleasure her.
She tasted sweet and tart, and he licked the length of her, listening to the sounds of her moans that made his c**k turn to steel and his balls draw up. He watched her every move, listened to every sound she made, taking her in as she shuddered.
He was going to explore every inch of her tonight—over and over again. And then he was going to slide inside her, and he already knew it was going to be as damn good as he’d been imagining since the first time he met her.
Des’s breath caught. She felt like she was in space, weightless, hovering above the covers. Yet every nerve ending was so tight with tension she felt as if she might burst at any second. Logan had one very talented tongue, and he used it to tease and torment her right to the very edge of reason.
She grasped the sheets, holding on tight as Logan mastered her. She was so close, but the sensations were so delicious she held back her impending release, wanting to savor every second.
The beard stubble on his chin was rough—delicious as he rubbed it across her sex and thighs. She had known it was going to be like this. These were no practiced moves by an actor. He was a real man who was going after what he wanted. And what he wanted was to make her come.
She tried to resist, to enjoy these sensations that bombarded her senses, but Logan was relentless, and she couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of her release as it swept her away, catapulting her over and over until she cried out with the sheer pleasure of her orgasm.
And when she fell, completely satiated, Logan was there, gripping her hand as he kissed his way up her body, still possessing her in a way that had taken her breath away.
Her face was flushed, her entire body fused with heat as she smiled up at him. “You’re very good at that. I might want you to do that to me four or five or maybe six more times tonight.”
His lips curved. “I can do that.”
“And I hope to God you have condoms somewhere here in this cabin, because you need to be inside me right now.” Her body pulsed with need, still so very aware of him and what she wanted to do with him.
“Yeah, I have condoms. I wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise.” He went into the bathroom and came out with a box of them.
“Well, aren’t you prepared?”
“Like a boy scout.”
“So . . . you bring a lot of women here?” she asked as he opened the box and pulled out a condom.
“Nope.”
Surprisingly, she believed him, and she didn’t believe the crap slung by most of the men she knew. Logan didn’t seem like the kind of man who lied. He was too straight up and brutally honest.