Go slow you idiot.
He’d been waiting so long to touch her like this that the act of doing it was stronger than he could have imagined. It didn’t help that she kept pushing her body into his. Her hands were in his hair, holding his head in place. It took the one ounce of strength he had to pull his mouth away from her drugging lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m going too fast—”
“No.” She placed a wet kiss on his mouth. “Don’t you dare stop now, Logan.”
“I just...” Was he actually at a loss for words?
“No,” she breathed into his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for this, for you, for your touch. Touch me. Don’t stop.” Her arms pulled him back into her, his mouth finding the heat in hers.
He trailed kisses down her neck to her thin t-shirt. His mouth left trails over one of her breasts. He smoothed over her nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
She let out a moan. Her head banged against the glass. “That feels like Heaven.”
“This ain't nothing, yet.”
He trailed his fingertips along the flesh of her hips, dipping them into the waistband of her gym shorts. She clung to him with fierce desire as he pulled her shorts down her thighs passed her knees. She kicked them aside. He kissed his way to her other breast, biting and sucking the warm flesh around her nipple. He flicked the already hard nub with his tongue, making his already hard cock, harder.
This was it. In these few minutes, she had completely undone him, and she had yet to touch him below the chest.
“Keep going.” She breathed against his shoulder.
He cupped her between her legs through the fabric of her panties, feeling the moist heat that was meant for him and only him. Again, she moaned. “This is what I’ve been missing?”
He chuckled. “Not even close. I have much more in store for you, Cinderella.”
His thumb found her sweet spot, hard and wanting. The more she moaned, the more he rubbed it and teased it with his fingers. He watched her spin out of control. Her head moving left and right in a wild frenzy. Her nails dug into his biceps and the mind-blowing sound of ecstasy that came out of her mouth as she clung to him while she orgasmed, left him wanting so much more.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Gabriella couldn’t be sure she’d ever had an orgasm. Try as she might, she couldn't recall ever feeling how she’d just felt. It was this potent desperation of cresting a peak she hadn't known she was on, hadn’t known she needed to reach, until she had succumbed to the pressure of his touch. It had been fireworks—and she’d heard that before—but never had she imagined an actual explosion of every nerve ending she possessed between her thighs to possibly fire off all at the exact same time, slowly dropping her over the crest, prolonging the feeling until she reached the bottom—sated and suddenly so sleepy.
“No way, Gabbie. Open your eyes,” Logan demanded.
She blinked as the light penetrated her pupils, remembering they were in fact still in the bathroom. Embarrassed, she brought her arm up to cover her bare breasts.
“No. Let me see them. They are as beautiful as I imagined. Follow me.” He pulled her arm and led her to the small room were their bed sat fully made, only the imprint of where he’d sat earlier watching her while she changed could be made out. She blushed at the reminder of his gaze on her as she’d shimmied out of her bra and pants.
“Lay down.”
Something in his eyes made her hold back the protest that was springing from her lips. She mustered up the courage and sat down on the edge of the bed where he’d already wrinkled the sheets.
“Scoot back.”
She glanced up to protest. He was towering over her and his eyes meant business. They were full of desire, too. For her. Her breathing tripped as she took in his bronze lean torso covered by golden brown chest hair. When did Logan find time to be in the sun?
“You know I hike, Gabbie.”
Had she asked that out-loud? “I, um…err.”
“Scoot back,” he demanded again, his tone much more forceful than before.
She did as she was told this time, scooting all of the way back onto the bed, leaning against the pillows. She unconsciously covered her boobs again.
“Would you stop? You’re utterly sexy.”
He was on top of her in an instant, his weight pinning her into the pillows. His mouth and face, a little rough from his five o’clock shadow, nuzzled her neck and collarbone. His presence urged her to spread her legs open, allowing him to snuggle into her. Once again, he cupped her breasts that were feeling heavier by the minute. He maneuvered himself down the bed, kissing her navel, her pelvis and then he deftly removed her panties. He angled his head down one leg where his mouth began blowing hot air on the insides of her thighs. The pressure he created between his mouth and his breath had her clenching her abdominal muscles in ecstasy. His mouth found her sweet spot and she was once again drugged by his sugarcoated sex spell.
How could she have been blind to this feeling for almost all of her adult life? His tongue continued to assault her body and she no longer cared about the embarrassment of being fully exposed to him. Her legs fell apart farther and she was soon filled with one finger and then two. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had her falling over the edge faster than the first go-round.
In bliss, her ears registered his name coming from her lips. She managed to squint open her eyes. “That was incredible.”
“Indeed.”
His devilish grin and the glint in his eye, made her laugh, “I can't believe I’ve been missing this.”
He kissed the inside of her leg, licked her thin line of hair above the apex of her thighs and slowly made
