He was going to let this happen.
They moved down the hallway to his bedroom, trying to walk and kiss at the same time, hands grasping and lips searching. They stopped at the foot of the bed, and he reached back to yank his shirt over his head. Jeni gripped the hem of her own with both hands and pulled it off. Her hair drifted back down to spill over her shoulders and breasts, contained in a simple black bra.
Logan’s heart picked up speed as he moved his eyes from her chest to her face. She had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes wide but trusting. She reached for him again, tracing her hands from his pectorals down to his stomach. His abs clenched as her fingers traced each ridge.
“Wow,” she breathed, and the heated look in her eyes did something to him.
He spun her around so her back was to him and brushed her hair to the side, exposing her right shoulder. Slowly, he ran his hands up her ribs, stopping with his fingers just below her breasts, his thumbs stroking small circles on her back.
Logan took a deep breath, willing himself to keep it together. Usually, he prided himself on patience and intentionality, but in this moment, he was damn near to throwing her on the bed and fulfilling the primal need rising inside him.
He was near the limit of his own control, which caught him off guard.
He never lost control during sex. He was always watching, feeling, adjusting. Paying close attention to his partner with the goal of taking them to the edge of sanity. He loved watching a woman lose control, but never did so himself.
Focus, man.
Logan buried his face in her neck, dropping kisses along the curve of her shoulder and inhaling her scent deeply. She leaned forward slightly, putting both hands on the bed like she needed something for balance.
He followed the movement, feet planted wide behind her, curving his body over hers. His hands slid down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, eventually meeting her hands on the mattress. He curved his fingers around hers and moved his lips from her shoulder to the curve of her jaw and cheek. She turned her head to meet his lips, and they kissed deeply for several moments, her back against his chest, barely stopping for air.
Logan straightened and dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, slowly dragging them down. He slid his hands back up, taking his time, feeling every muscle and curve along the way. Her legs were incredible.
Jeni turned back around to face him, and he gently urged her onto the bed. She scooted back until she was in the middle, one leg bent at the knee and her upper body propped up by her elbows.
She was beautiful.
He removed his jeans, and her eyes scanned the length of his body, the hungry look in her eyes making his mouth go dry. When he joined her on the bed, her hands went to his boxer-briefs.
He stilled her movement and shook his head. There weren’t many things about him women wanted to stick around for, but this was definitely one of them.
“We’re not there yet,” he said in a low voice. “Not even close.”
A small smile formed on her lips and she met his gaze with a look of such trust and anticipation that Logan’s heart stopped for a moment.
What the hell?
He looked away from her face. Stay on task.
As he spent long minutes exploring and worshiping her body, Logan struggled to keep it together. He didn’t know if it was the unconventional request that brought them here or if it was something about the woman herself. But when their bodies finally joined and she gripped his back with desperation, her breath and sweet moans in his ear, he did know one thing.
He’d never had an intimate experience quite like this one.
Not even close.