He shrugged. “It’s true. Max takes everything on his shoulders. He has this thing about protecting everyone else.”
She nodded. “And you think that because your stepfather called you stupid you are?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re not.”
“And you don’t like to ask too much of us because you think you’ll end up like your mother.”
She bit her lip and looked away. “I guess.”
He clasped her chin, turning her face back. “I get why you didn’t ask him to stay. We could have forced him to. He’d have stayed if you’d asked or if I’d told him I couldn’t handle it all. We both had our reasons for letting him go. But none of this is your fault. And I want to make damn sure you know that. The ranch has been in a downward spiral for much longer than these last few months. And remember, the most important thing to both of us, is you. Always.”
“And you think you’re not good at this emotional stuff.”
He snorted then cupped her face. “You’re beautiful. Fuck, I can’t resist you.”
Then he leaned in and kissed her. It started off soft at first then morphed into something harder. Hotter. She whimpered, her pussy clenching with the hunger to have him inside her. The spanking hadn’t dampened her desire. No, as usual, for reasons she couldn’t understand, it had only ramped up her arousal.
He stood, holding her against her chest, but instead of making his way up to the bedroom, he laid her out on the dining room table. Her ass rested at the edge, the coolness of the table felt good against her bottom. Then he lifted her legs, placing her feet on the surface, so she was spread wide, completely open to him.
“Keep them there,” he said gruffly, his face filled with hunger.
And then the damn man pulled up a chair. As though she was dinner. And as he lowered his mouth to her damp pussy she came to the realization she was.
“So good,” he muttered between licking her. He licked every inch of her pussy, touching her everywhere except where she wanted him most—her clit.
“Logan!” She cried out.
“Yes.” He pulled back to look at her body. “Was there something you wanted?”
As if he didn’t know.
She glared at him. “You know what I want.”
“Ask me.”
“What?”
“Ask me for want you want. And then maybe I’ll give it to you.” He smiled. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“Please touch me there.”
“Where? Here?” He licked across the top of her mound.
“No! My clit, damn you! Lick my clit!”
He touched her clit. Just the once. Just enough to make her breath catch in her lungs.
“I want you to touch my clit again while you’re licking me. I want your mouth on my nipples, I want you inside me.”
“See, not so hard to ask for what you need, is it?”
No, not at all. As long as they kept it to sex. He dropped his mouth to her pussy again, this time flicking his tongue against her swollen clit as he pushed one then two fingers deep inside her. In and out, slowly at first then faster until her hips were pressing up against his face. Just a bit more . . . a bit more.
He pulled his tongue away from her clit, and she cried out. “No!”
He kept his fingers deep inside her.