“I need you. Now.”
Without any other words, he lowers himself into the water and pulls me in his lap. I’m hungry to touch his skin, but for now I settle on tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt. Logan slides into me, stretching me inch by inch. My tight passage pulsates around him, welcoming him.
“Being ins
ide you feels so good,” he murmurs. When he is inside me all the way to the base of his erection, I start moving up and down, enjoying seeing him coming undone, and knowing I’m causing him pleasure.
He rests his head back on the edge of the tub, and I lean in for a quick kiss on his neck. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, his eyes watching my breasts bobbing as I slide up and down, straddling him.
He takes a nipple between his lips, suckling at it while he slides two fingers between us, reaching for my clit.
“Logan.” I say his name through gritted teeth as his thumb circles my clit.
“I want to see you come, Nadine. You blush so beautifully.”
I pick up the pace like a woman possessed.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“Yeah, that’s right. I love to see you all wild like this.”
“You make me wild.”
Logan cups my jaw with his free hand, making me look straight at him. “You’re mine, Nadine.”
My eyes widen at the glint of dominance in his. His words ooze masculinity and, in this split second, I’m certain they alone could bring me to climax. But Logan doesn’t rely on his words only. He presses his thumb straight on my clit, not moving it anymore, just applying pressure. I will lose my mind for this man.
“Oh, God,” I cry as he thrusts his hips forward with ferocity, kissing me as my sex twinges around him. We both come at the same time, crying our releases into each other’s mouths.
We stay huddled together for a few minutes, drawing ragged breaths and sharing chaste kisses, both smiling. Then I rise to my feet, allowing him to do the same. He discards the condom and, as I’m about to step out of the tub, Logan grabs my arm, gently pushing me against the wall adjacent to the tub.
“What are you doing?” I inquire. The dominant glint is still in his eyes, turning the tension between us scorching hot.
“I want to see you come again.”
Oh. This man has a very sinful mouth.
“Logan, I don’t think I can—”
“You will. Just enjoy this.”
I can almost taste the sexual tension between us. It turns my mind foggy, my body needy. I relax, allowing him to work his magic on me. He nudges my legs open with his knee and drops his hand between my thighs. Running his fingers up and down my folds, avoiding my clit, he reduces me to shudders.
“I thought you didn’t have time,” I tease, licking my lips.
“I’ll always make time to pleasure you. Besides, you’ll have another orgasm in less than two minutes. You’re still sensitive.”
“I am—” I begin, but my words fade as Logan presses his thumb on my bundle of nerves, sliding his fingers inside me. Instinctively, my hips thrust forward as my back flattens on the tiles. They’re cold and, coupled with the intense heat inside me, the feeling becomes too much. Everything is too much—the knowledge that he takes pleasure in giving me pleasure, and having his hands on me. Inside me is a better description. His fingers do wonders thrusting inside me again and again, finally curving and touching my sweet spot while his palm presses on my clit.
My release is brutal. I writhe and moan, fisting his hair and pulling him into a kiss.
He holds me in his arms until I calm down, and reality slowly slips in.
“Oh, wow. I’m sorry for your suit.”
“No, you’re not.” Logan grins. “You’ve wanted this since I came home.”
“Yes,” I admit. “But in my fantasy, you weren’t wearing your suit. Though it was hot.”