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She says it in a husky tone, both of us falling deeper into a different kind of ambush. A trap we both know we can’t escape.
I don’t want to take her life, I wanna put one inside her. That’s the only thing I wanted the second I saw her face. Hearing her own little confession, her strange deal with herself, I need to be sure.
I’ve made enough trouble for us both already, and she has no idea what she’s going to have to leave behind if I grant her wish.
Her dying wish as it might have turned out.
“Any man?” I rasp, dropping to my knees while hers open wider. Her head shakes from side to side, her whole body trembling until I move close enough for her to show me if this is what she really wants.
“Not just any man,” she mews, shivering until my mouth greedily covers hers before she can finish. Her hands curl around as much of me as she can hold. My own body is torn between kissing her and holding her as close and hard as I know I want to.
“I-I mean I’ve never,” she whispers between panting breaths. Her own hands find the thick pillar of meat at the front of my pants, making me wonder just how much she’s never done before tonight.
She finds the controls right away, like a natural.
“I’ll show you,” I promise her.
The need to leave, to kill, to run—all meaningless now that I have her in my arms. The same electric feeling returns with each pass of my hands over her body before I feel her legs hooking behind me.
The heat from her mound is already grinding against the steel girder of a hard-on I have, already flexing against her, needing to be inside her.
Her wide blue eyes look up at me as she pouts a little. “I-I don't even know your name.”
“Logan.” My voice scratches, forcing a dry swallow before it hits me that I’m trembling just the same as she is.
“Then will you do it, Logan? Do whatever you want to me? I’m all yours.”
CHAPTER 5
Stephanie
It’s not the wine talking. I really mean it. Logan’s look is enough to take me places wine never could, but his hands on me… the taste of his lips.
Logan…
Even hearing his name is enough to make me see stars.
Every word of it’s true though, as slutty as it might sound. I’ve lucked out by having the world’s most handsome assassin, but the jackpot is, he doesn’t even want to kill me.
Drill me, sure, but he’s not gonna hurt me and I’m already past the wanting stage. It's a pure biological need right now, no matter how I put it to him. He can have me in any way he wants for as long as he wants.
Because I already know, knew a moment ago, that I don’t want any other man’s hands on me ever. It’s Logan or nothing for me.
What should surprise me most doesn’t though. His huge, muscular frame and iron grip can also be as gentle as a lamb. He holds me firmly, no doubt about it, but there’s a tenderness in him I think might be surprising him even more than me.
For a girl who’s never done this before, I think I hold my own well enough until his thick fingers find my soaking slit under my robe.
I moan maybe a little too loudly, but Logan echoes one right back, edging a firm digit around my quivering hole. An equally thick thumb finds my stiff clit and I’m done.
In one move, he’s given me more pleasure than a hundred weekends alone ever could. And it’s clear he hasn't even really started on me.
I clench up and start to shudder instantly, all the pent-up need I’ve had as long as I can remember threatening to be released any second.
I’ve had orgasms before. I think. What this man’s doing to me should frighten me. It’s a million times more intense than anything I’ve managed on my own.
“Oh no you don’t,” he cautions me roughly once he sees how close I am, but I catch enough of his smile as he moves swiftly to know he’s not really serious. Burying his face where his hands were and spoiling me by taking all of me with his mouth.
He seems determined that my first climax is going nowhere that his lips aren’t. Magic lips are what they are. He’s dialing it higher and higher until it feels like I’ll pop, and then he shows me something totally new.
