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I was already shaking my head before he finished his sentence. “You won’t hurt me, Logan. You won’t, I promise. I want it.”
I was rambling and clutching his shirt so tight it left wrinkles. But I was desperate for him and I wanted anything he was willing to give me. Rough, passionate, dominant fucking or slow, easy lovemaking, I didn’t care. Just as long as it was with him.
“The things I’m gonna do to you,” he said with a shake of his head before sliding his hands down to cup my buttocks. He squeezed hard enough to make me giggle against his mouth and then he was hoisting me up, my legs locking around his trim waist as he made his way to the stairs. We were just about to make it to the second floor landing when there was a loud yelp that didn’t come from me or Logan.
It came from Mac who had been sleeping in the middle of the hallway and it seemed that his owner stepped on his tail.
“Uh-oh.” Logan craned his neck to look over my shoulder at his dog, who was giving him a look of disdain before he rushed down the stairs to find peace on the couch. “Sorry, bud!” he called out, but already his focus was getting us both to the bedroom in one piece.
“You’re so light,” he commented as he held me up with one arm, using the other to flip on the lights, then dimming them so that the room was filled with a soft glow.
“Is that a compliment?”
“Oh, yeah. It means I can fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want. Doesn’t that sound like fun, baby?”
I tried to nod but his mouth was latched onto the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking harshly. It would leave a mark, but in a way I found it hot. Logan was marking me, making me his, and it left an all consuming ache between my thighs.
He dumped me onto the bed unceremoniously and I bounced before sitting up and tugging at my sweater. But Logan’s hands were already there, lifting it over my head and tossing it on the floor. His eyes drank in the sight of my breasts encased in a silk black bra, a stark contrast to my pale skin. I brought my hands to his belt buckle but he took a step back, just out of reach as I gave him a questioning look.
“I want to watch you strip for me.”
Strip for him? I racked my brain and tried to remember a time when I undressed for a man and I was coming up empty. I’d never done that with the handful of people I slept with in the past. In the way past. I was no virgin, but it was always the man who was undressing me and wanting to get right down to business. There was never any time for stripping, which I didn’t mind because I couldn’t imagine how awkward that would be.
Except now it was happening.
And, you guessed it, it’s awkward as fuck.
I opened my mouth to speak when Logan shook his head, holding out a hand. I tucked my small hand in his large one and stood, heart hammering in my chest.
“I want to see how eager you are for me, Juliette. I want to see you strip down for me. Completely naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. So, this is what we’re gonna do.” Logan sat down on the edge of the bed and took his time unlacing his boots before kicking them off and removing his socks. His pace was unhurried and it spoke volumes about his own self control. There was no rush, like we had all the time in the world.
“I’m nervous,” I said honestly.
He looked up at me then and his eyes softened. He tugged me toward him, eye level with my stomach as his hands reached around to slide up and down my denim clad thighs. “I know. Which is why we’re taking our time.”
We were taking our time because he was still giving me the option of backing out. He was giving me a choice, leaving the decision up to me. If things got too heavy I could stop, tell him that I didn’t want it anymore. I could change my mind.
But I wouldn’t.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as I took a step back and reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting the straps fall down my shoulders to my elbows. The cups of my bra fell down to my stomach and I let it drop to the floor. I could feel a flush start at my cheeks and work its way down my neck and over my chest.
It looked like Logan was clenching his jaw so hard I feared he’d break a tooth. His eyes zeroed in on my chest and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he readjusted what was a clear imprint of his hard-on in his jeans.
Bravery overtook fear as I saw the reaction I had on him. It was empowering to know that I was turning him on and getting him as riled up as he got me. I bent over, letting my breasts hang as I unzipped both boots and took them off. There was an aching tightness in my nipples as he watched every slight move I made. But I’d be lying if I said putting myself on display wasn’t turning me on like crazy.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said softly.
I couldn’t help but smile and he returned it, flashing me his pearly white teeth. My fingers hovered above the button on my jeans and when I popped it the only sound in the room was the hiss of the zipper as I pulled it down. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pushed them down and then kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving me in a simple pair of black Calvin Klein boyshorts.
Logan’s nostrils flared and when I went to take my underwear off he reached out and yanked me down onto the bed, quickly flipping us so that I was underneath him, pinned. Stuck between him and the mattress I’d spent the last near week sleeping on.
His big hands slid over my ribs and I shivered, my eyes drifting shut.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly and my eyes opened, meeting his. He looked just as desperate as I felt and I found myself reaching for him, hands sliding over the smooth, hard muscles of his back, over his shoulders, drifting along his collarbones. Logan truly was beautiful, a word I never thought I’d use to describe a man.
My fingertips traced his tattoo and my mouth followed the movement, my tongue tracing the lines and curves as he buried his face in my neck.
“Logan!” I gasped as he ground against me, his belt buckle pressed against my underwear clad center.
