“Sshh,” he commands. “I haven’t finished.”
I weave my fingers through his hair, bringing his face to mine. “I don’t know what else you could possibly show me. And I just bit my own lip to keep quiet so maybe we need to go to sleep now.”
His lips crash onto mine, sucking on my lip where I had tasted my own blood. My body feels a loss when he removes his finger from me, bringing it up to make me taste myself dripping on his finger. I suck on his finger; the growl he keeps in barely contained in this quiet room.
“So, now I own all of you. I’ve tasted your blood.”
“If someone heard that, it so could be taken the wrong way.”
“Because vampires exist?”
“If they did, I’d sell my left kidney to screw Edward Cullen.”
He lifts his body, and through the moonlight that barely peeks its way through the drapes, I can see his expressed has changed. Did he know how unbelievably sexy he is? Especially when he played the brooding lover.
“Why am I jealous of you wanting to screw a fictional vampire?”
“You tell me.” I run the tip of my tongue along his jaw. “I can’t quite work you out.”
His hand grips onto my hip, positioning himself with his cock dancing around my entrance. With no words to say, he slides himself in much to my pleasure and waits for his breathing to stabilize. “I can explain many things, Emmy, but right now, I’ll say this . . .”
The rhythm of his body distracts him, and me, until I press on his chest and catch my breath begging him to finish that sentence. “What is it, Logan? Don’t leave me hanging here.”
“When I’m not around you, nothing makes sense. When I’m inside you, it all makes sense.”
“But we promised to keep this as just fun.”
“I don’t like other men touching you.”
“Edward Cullen is not another man.” I keep light of the situation.
“Don’t do that,” he notes with dark amusement. “You know what happens when you make me jealous?”
I shake my head.
“I punish you.”
Curiosity gets the better of me. “Like what? Spank me. I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I won’t make you come.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah right. You know what? That’s just greedy and besides, we’re back to the whole you are the one supposed to not come.”
Pushing my hands on his chest, I move him off me and use my body to straddle him until I’m on top. There’s a sense of danger with Ash in the same apartment, he would literally kill us both if he walked in and saw us together. I clear my throat in an effort to keep my voice low and unheard.
“I’m making an executive decision here. You can’t come. No shooting of loads anywhere. If you play bad, it’ll be on me,” I command. “So, with that decided, I’ll come.”
He cups the back of my neck and draws me into him. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“Crazy, maybe . . .”
In a bold move, I lift my legs and raise my clit, positioning it in his mouth. Beneath me he moans, gripping onto my ass tight and sliding his hand around my asshole making me flinch with nerves. I had only tried it once, and with that one time, I practically died of pain. It was the worst experience of my life and I didn’t want to revisit anything that would result in something going inside my ass.
He continues to flick his tongue, mixing the movement with gentle sucks. My body moves up and down, using the headboard for support as I ride his mouth on the verge of combusting at any given moment. Keeping quiet is the hardest part, my moans trapped inside and with nothing to bite but my own lips. It only heightened the moment.
Logan moves his mouth catching his breath. “I want you to relax.”
What did he mean by that . . . and I was beyond relaxing. I was about to come until he stopped me.