Maybe I should just do that, rip the Band-Aid off, and give him fair warning.
But then his hand is slipping around from my hips to my ass. He breaks off the kiss, his breath shuddering – panting warmly over me – as he starts to massage my ass.
“Your curvy young body,” he growls.
Annoyingly, I think of the photos of the supermodel women with their lean legs and their nothing-like-me appearances.
“I didn’t think you liked curvy women.”
He looks at me closely. I’m sure he’s about to say something important.
Then he kisses me again.
We’re lost in it, our bodies throwing us forcefully into the pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this, my instincts screaming at me to grab him harder, to never let go.
“I don’t have a type,” he says, breathing frantically. “I just wantyou, Lucy.”
He kisses me again.
I gasp, good feelings rushing through me, my lips feeling like they’re swelling between my legs, my clit singing out for attention, my ass suddenly warm and tingly in a way it’s never been before, all from his roaming welcome hands.
It’s just something he said, I remind myself as we kiss longer, deeper.He got caught up in the moment. He didn’t mean it.
But I can’t forget the words.
He just wants me.
Only me.
And I only want him.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Logan
This was never the plan, kissing her here, but I can’t resist her now I’ve started.
Her voluptuous body is pushed right up against mine, her breasts pressing against me as our hungry kissing takes us across the room.
She whimpers when I grab her ass with both hands, lifting her up and cradling her against the wall. Her fingernails dig in sharper as our tongues flare, the tips finding each other, making both of us want more.
Her moans are the best, the way she sends them through the kiss, a quiver telling me she’s finding it difficult to hold herself back. I’m sure I can feel how excitable her youthful body is, so alive with lust and desire, so amped-up.
Both of us are ablaze with this moment.
“I need you upstairs.” I break off the kiss but keep close, tasting her breath as she pants. “I need your tight pussy.”
“We can’t do…thathere.”
“Then I’ll taste you,” I growl. “And you’ll cream all over my face. You’ll come for me like the horny thing you are. Then, when you’re soaked and ready for more, we’ll see how you feel….”
“Logan….”
She takes one hand from my shoulder and smooths it down my face. The movement is surprisingly soft, surprisingly romantic in a way I can’t quite define.
It’s like we’re already a couple, the way she trails her hand down my face.
She’s going to tell me something important. I can see it in her eyes.