He slowly pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans and threw it on top of his wadded-up shirt lying on her floor.
“Don’t even begin to assume this has been easy for me, okay? Don’t make me feel bad for moving to the city to help my dad. And definitely don’t tell me you’ve poured your heart out to me because that wasn’t heart pouring.”
She tried not to look at his chest, the abs she’d missed so much. She tried to ignore the way his jeans sat loosely on his hips showing the band of his boxer-briefs. She tried not to be annoyed by his keen observation that she hadn’t poured her heart out…at least not all the way.
Yet.
“I don’t want you to feel bad about moving away. I understand it was a smart business decision. I didn’t plan on falling for you though.”
He loomed over her. Hot tension emanated from his body.
“Fall for me the way I’ve fallen for you?”
He kissed her softly on the lips, and she reluctantly gave in. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her legs onto his hips. He carried her down the hall and into her bathroom. Setting her down, he reached out and rubbed her once again, hard-as-hell nipples through the cotton of her shirt.
“You’ve fallen for me?”
He tossed his jeans aside and turned on the shower. He stepped out of his boxers and picked her back up. His throbbing erection pushed on the fabric of her shorts. He carried her into the shower, and together they were doused by the hot water. With her soaked clothes, the hard lines of her nipples protruded through the fabric that much more. Tight and much bigger than they were in the living room.
Her body slid down his as he rested her on her feet. He bent his head down, taking her cloth-covered nipple into his mouth. He stroked it and teased her, eliciting a moan from her lips. He moved to the next one and roughly pulled the soaked shirt up, exposing the rose-colored bud. He bit it and swirled his tongue around her flesh, making her gasp.
“Yes, I’ve fallen for you, Gabriella. Yes, you have been all I could fucking think about since I’ve been in New York. Yes, thoughts of your body keep me awake at night. Every night.” He placed kisses on her mouth, her cheek, the sweet spot near her ear as he spoke all of these things to her. “Your sexy curves, the way you moan when I shove myself inside of you. The way your lips part open when you take me in your mouth.”
His hand came between her legs, rubbing her mound as the water sprayed in every direction. “I haven’t wanted anything as badly as I’ve wanted you. Turn around.”
She did as she was told and the hot water pouring between them, Logan’s hands on her waist pulling her shorts down, had her shivering beyond belief.
“Talk to me, Cinderella.”
“What do you want to hear?” she asked, her voice was high-pitched. She was aroused beyond comprehension as she tried keeping up with his touches. His erection pressed into her back while the water saturated her front. She leaned her head back on his chest.
“I want to hear you pouring your heart out. Bend forward. Put your hands on the faucet.”
She did as she was told. Placing both hands on the faucet, bracing herself for his entrance, she remembered what he wanted to hear from her. The problem was his hands on her body, feeling like they were everywhere—In her hair, on her hips, cupping her breast, helping her shimmy out of her soaked shorts—she couldn’t formulate a single thought other than if he would just get inside of her.
His large hands came down across her ass, rubbing her butt cheeks, slightly pulling them apart as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin between her cheeks. He rubbed the flesh between her legs, finally making his way to her clit where he flicked it with his fingertips. It was almost enough to bring her to orgasm. Still holding herself up by the faucet, he shoved his fingers inside her aching channel. She cried out in ecstasy.
“I’m not hearing anything, Cinderella,” he reminded her. “Do you want me to stop?”
He began pulling his fingers out of her, inch by devastating inch.
“No. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Talk to me then.”
He slid his fingers back inside her, pushing hard enough on her g-spot, giving her the pressure she’d been craving.
“I haven’t been sleeping well,” she admitted.
“You’ve already told me that.”
“I haven’t been eating good enough.”
“I can feel in my hands that you’ve lost weight. Tell me something I don’t know.” He continued his slow assault, pulling his fingers out, rubbing her clit, and pushing them back in.
“I…I tried touching myself, hoping it would feel the same as when you do it.” That answer got her more sweet goodness. He rubbed her clit, harder and harder, nearly bringing her to the brink.
“Did you imagine it was my fingers? Doing this to you?”
“Mmmm-hmmm. Keep going, I’m almost there.”
“You keep going. Tell me more. You are so fucking beautiful. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now.”
She turned her head as much as she was able to, seeing his hard cock and the dark gleam in his eyes nearly brought her to orgasm. One more rub from him and she would fall into the depths of surrender. His erection bobbed against her butt, his hands fluttered around her backside, her stomach, the slickness between her legs. She was getting ticked off again and she wasn’t sure why. Why was he doing this? Why was he bringing all of this out of her?
It was hard to think. Her body moved against his hand with each thrust of his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers. Full on thrusting and hitting just the right spot. She was so
