“This pussy is mine,” he growled. “No one else has been inside it like I have.”
God, the stuff he said. I was grateful we were in the shower, because it sent a rush of liquid desire straight to my center. This feral, alpha-male version of Logan was scary and thrilling and I was drawn to it. Eager to submit.
“This pussy is yours,” I repeated back to him, and he made a sound of pure satisfaction. My orgasm came out of nowhere. By the time I had an inkling of it, I was already in the throes, past the point of no return. Electricity jolted down my spine. I gasped when I came, moaning in his ear, over and over until it subsided.
He dropped my legs and pulled out of me, no warning or explanation. His rough hands whirled me around, putting me it the same position I’d been in last night, my hands flush against the tile. He didn’t have to tell me to keep them there. I had no choice unless I wanted him to literally bang my head into the wall.
His furious pace created a slap between our bodies.
“You like it when I fuck you hard?” he asked.
“Yes.” I was panting, much like I’d done that night on the table. One week ago. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then. The air was thick with steam, and I felt like I was breathing in water, drowning in it.
He put a hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and yanked, bending my head back toward him. It hurt this time. It was awkward and made me feel powerless. Dominated. So of course I enjoyed it. This was why he had warned me? A little hair pulling?
No. It had more to do with the hand that was in the small of my back, drifting lower, closer to his body inside me. Sliding into the crevice between my cheeks. My heart was already racing, threatening to explode, and I started to shake when he pressed his thumb against my entrance there. Just the feeling of him was shocking and confusing like last time, and just as pleasurable. He increased the pressure, and started to invade me.
He hadn’t slowed down a beat on his thrusts, but my thoughts were firmly focused on the finger working deeper inside me, a burning and uncomfortable sensation. Usually off limits. But, fuck, it turned me on. I shouldn’t like it. But I really fucking did. He pushed in deeper until I think his thumb was as far as it would go.
“You like that, dirty girl?”
My throat closed up, and I couldn’t nod my head because of his hold on my hair, but, holy fucking shit, I did. I shouldn’t. It was so wrong.
“I bet you do. I bet you want more.”
The burning sensation was gone and then shifted. He slipped his index and forefingers inside. I held my tongue that wanted to tell him to wait. I could do this.
“I’m going to fuck you here.” Before I could respond, he added, “Not right now, but soon as you’re ready, I’m going to fuck this tight, little virgin ass.”
For effect, his fingers moved slowly, in and out in contrast to what his dick was doing. It wasn’t really uncomfortable. My body relaxed to his movement, and the first wave of enjoyment washed over me. But it was million degrees in this shower.
“It’s okay to like it,” he said, as if reading my mind, the one that was in total panic. I clawed at the wall, shak
ing apart. Oh god, I was going to come.
It was going to be loud.
“I’m . . . going to . . . scream.” Each breath was a giant struggle.
“Go ahead.”
He released my hair. His hand dragged up my neck and curled around my face until his palm was firmly covering my mouth. So my scream fell against his skin, muffling it somewhat but it still echoed in the vast space, and it set him off as well with a whole tirade of dirty words and jerky thrusts as he came. Most of what he said I couldn’t understand; I was busy trying not to collapse. The orgasm had been epic and gave me shaky legs, and his hand remained around my mouth, making it almost impossible to breathe.
He removed his fingers from me, but as soon as I’d come, I wanted them gone. My body felt overloaded. His hands closed around my waist and pulled me upright and back against him, so he was holding me from behind. I couldn’t catch my breath. Where was the air?
“Are you okay?” he asked with a decent level of concern. I tried to nod, but it only made me dizzier. The water falling around me looked . . . wrong. It was falling much too fast. I couldn’t—
Black.
“Evie!” He peered down at me, his face terrified. What the hell? He had me cradled in his arms and he was kneeling on the floor of the shower.
“What happened?”
He squeezed me, hugging me tightly to him. Crushing me. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Logan, stop. How did we end up on the floor?”
He relaxed his hold, and his head over mine shielded me from the falling water. When he smoothed a clump of wet hair back off of my face, I could see the subtle shake of his hand. “You passed out.”