Before I can move, she does and takes the pillows from me and places them on the bed.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I tell her but instead of moving out of the room, I close the gap between us. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her.
Her breathing fast. Her chest rises up and down, each time teasing me with a glimpse of her cleavage.
“I want you to,” Vanessa says and steps into my arms and places her hands on my chest.
Before our lips meet, I try to reason with myself one last time. This will complicate things between us. She’s living in my house for fuck’s sake and she has a baby. I feel as if I have an angel and a devil standing on each of my shoulders when another voice tells me that it doesn’t have to go far. Just one kiss to remind me of how she tasted. If it’s as good as I remembered. Then my lips are on hers and I kiss her as if I’m devouring her. She tastes even better than I remember. I want everything and I trail kisses from her mouth down to her neck. She drops her hand between us and when she cups my cock over my pants, I almost come.
I cover her hand with mine and pull it away.
She makes cute noises of protests.
“If you do that, it will be over before we begin,” I tell her and kiss the rest of her protests away.
I tug at her towel, and it peels away to reveal a body so perfect, it belongs on the cover of Playboy magazine, except I don’t want any other man to feast his eyes on it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.
She doesn’t shy away as most women would. Instead, she stares at me as if daring me. It’s so fucking hot. With a growl, I take her into my arms again and kiss her lightly on the mouth before making it my mission to taste every part of her.
I take a taut nipple into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. I thumb the other one and Vanessa tries to stifle her moans.
This is where I should stop. Just one more taste of her pussy and after that I’m leaving. I drop to my knees.
“Spread your legs,” I growl. “I need to taste you.”
She whimpers even before I touch her but does as I say. Her arousal scents reach my nostrils and I descend on her and bury my face between her legs. God, she smells good. I rub my mouth up and down her pussy.
“Logan, we can’t do this,” Vanessa says but doesn’t step away.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree with her and then latch on to her clit.
She lets out a cry and grips my head. “Oh God, please.”
I suck on it and then flatten my tongue and drag it over her slit. I draw back. “Should we stop here?” It’s an unfair question and I know it.
“Yes, no,” she says. “Oh, God. Just tonight. I need you but only for tonight.”
She takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. She raises her head to kiss me and then she drops her hand and inserts it into my shorts. She wraps it around my rock-hard cock and pulls it out. It throbs and jerks as she grips it.
Then she drops to her knees and stares at me. As if she fucking needs my cock desperately.
“I want to feel it in my mouth,” she says in a husky voice.
I hiss and manage a nod. Fucking hell. I’ve never had a woman tell me she wanted to suck my cock. She teases the tip with her tongue, and it takes every ounce of self-control that I possess not to come when she takes all of it into her mouth.
I rock into her mouth. Her hand plays with my balls which grow tighter by the second. I’m so close. So close.
“Vanessa.” I pull away gently from her mouth. “This is too close to Ivy’s room. Let’s go to my room.”
“Okay,” she says and stands up. I grab the towel from the floor and wrap it around her.
We pad out of her room, turn off the lights and go to mine. When I shut the door, I strip off my t-shirt and shorts in record time. Vanessa lets the towel drop and clambers onto the bed, showing me her curvy ass as she does so.
I expect her to lie on her back, instead, she stays on all fours. Fucking hell! This woman is hot and crazy and exactly what I need right now.
“I want you inside me, Logan,” she says.
It’s insanely hot to hear her say what she wants without an ounce of shyness. My kind of woman even though I’ve never met a woman like her before this.