“I’m half tempted to bend you over my knee for teasing me like that.” His warm palm glided across her ass before he spun her around, lifted her up, and laid her flat on the table. “Maybe next time. If you try it again.”
The wood surface bit into her shoulder blades, but she barely noticed, she was so busy thinking about what they could do this time, let alone next time.
Next time? Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?
Maybe she was. But it was what she wanted. Him. A next time. And another after that.
Every part of her body ached with the need to be touched. To touch him. Her whole body throbbed with want.
She winked. “I look forward to it.”
Looking down at Miranda spread out before him took Logan’s breath away. She turned him inside out, and he loved her for it. The realization hit him like a lightning strike. Love. He really did. He opened his mouth, but the words were too new to come out.
But he could show her. He slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her legs wide apart so he could see her glistening center. Unable to help himself, he bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth and was rewarded by her moan of pleasure and her taste on his lips.
His right hand glided down her stomach, stopping at the border of her springy curls, and he lifted his face. “I should have known you’d taste sweet.”
“Glad you like it.” She gave him a saucy grin as she cupped her boob and brought it as close as possible to her mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she stretched her tongue and lapped her nipple.
It took everything he had not to lose it right then. He’d never seen anything as hot as Miranda Sweet in his entire life. He lowered his mouth again. Licking, tasting, and exploring her. Bringing her higher wasn’t just about an orgasm. He needed to show her he was no longer the boy in the back of the pickup truck all those summers ago. Now he was a man who knew what he wanted and who he wanted to be with, no matter what anyone else said.
With excruciating slowness, he glided his hand between her curls and into the center of her wet heat. She mewled her approval. As he watched the ecstasy cross her beautiful face, he slid two crossed fingers deep inside her, twisting them so they rubbed against her walls. She arched against him.
Her breath caught, and she opened her eyes wide, focusing on him. For a second, she didn’t move, then her back bowed off the table, whipping her head forward, and moisture flooded against his hand.
He fisted his dick, wetting it with her juices, before grabbing the foil package and ripping it open. He rolled on the condom as her breathing slowed and lined himself up with her.
“This isn’t just an itch we’re trying to scratch, Sweetling.” He slid just the head of his dick in her. His fingers dug into her hips in his effort not to surge forward and bury himself in to the hilt. “It’s not about our families or this shortsighted town.” He pulled out of her welcoming heat, the movement going against every instinct in his body. “This is about you and me.” He surged forward, stopping at the halfway point. “Us.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking together at the small of his back. The sight of her panting and wanting before him, her arms tossed over her head and fingers wrapped around table’s edge nearly undid him. So beautiful. So perfect. So his.
She urged him forward, but he resisted. Instead, he leaned forward, taking one dusky nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging until she writhed underneath him. She dragged her nails down his back, hard enough to leave a mark. Oh, he liked that. He playfully bit her nipple, and she arched off the table as she clenched around him.
He licked the round underside of her tit. “You like that, do you?” He nipped her sensitive skin and dragged his prickly chin across the deep valley between her boobs. “What about this nipple? Should I try it here, too?”
“Do it.”
“Whatever you want.” He grazed his teeth across the hard nub, and she dug her nails into his ass, branding him with her passion.
“More. I want more.” She lifted her hips, inviting him to plunge into her depths.
“You want me, Sweetling?”
“Yes.” The word tore from her throat in a frustrated groan.
“Then tell me, does it stop tonight? Are you going to walk away again?”
Her heavy-lidded gaze locked on his. “No.”
“Good.” He pushed forward until his balls hit her round ass. His vision shorted out, leaving only a white haze as he tried to adjust to the heaven of being tightly sheathed inside her. He sucked in a deep breath and fought for his composure in the middle of all this bliss. He withdrew and immediately buried himself again. “You’re mine.”
She sucked in her bottom lip as pleasure twisted her face. God, he loved being able to take her here, to make her forget about everything else and live in the moment. She swiveled her hips and he couldn’t think anymore. He could only love her.
The aftershocks of Miranda’s orgasm pulsed through her as she took in Logan, tightening her legs to pull him deeper inside. She wanted him, all of him. Tonight. Tomorrow. She couldn’t bear to think beyond that. Her life was in Harbor City. Logan’s was here. As much as he declared her his, men made a lot of promises in the heat of the moment. It was best if this stayed between them, especially if that meant having him, if only for a little while. Until she had to leave town, she was his and he was hers.
He gripped her hips, yanking them higher and changing the angle. She unwrapped her legs and planted her feet flat on the table. Her thighs trembled as she pushed her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, each one driving her closer and closer to climax.
Logan leaned forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth. The move brought him in constant contact with her clit, rubbing against the sensitive nub with each inward stroke. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding him to her breast as the vibrations built in her calves and her chest, taking her up and away from everything except pleasure.