“Oh yeah?” I murmur, completely unconvinced but also wildly impressed. This man read my books. “Why did you read my Kindle, Logan?” I’d thought he may have when I noticed my books were all out of order but hadn’t thought to bring it up.
He palms my breasts, silencing my questions. My head drops back, thudding against the mirror. He squeezes the flesh, testing their weight before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I yank his hair, pulling him closer, and gasp when he bites down. He laves the small hurt, and my clit throbs in response.
“Perfect tits, Shiloh. Look how well you fit in my hands,” he groans as he switches to the other side, giving both breasts equal attention. He sucks and licks, exploring every inch of them in a way no one ever has before him.
With one last kiss to each of my nipples, he stands. “I told you I want to know everything about you,” he says, answering my earlier question. “And that includes what you think about in that pretty head of yours.”
His fingers wrap around the waistband of my jeans, and together, we slide them down my legs. He grunts when he notices my thick socks pulled up to my knees. Dropping to the floor, he slides them down my legs in a move that’s far more sexual than it should be. His eyes flick up to mine, his gaze molten.
I get lost. In his stare. His touch. His hot breath fanning against my cold flesh. I get lost inhim. I get so lost I don’t even realize I’m naked until Logan’s standing before me, still completely dressed, devouring my body.
My thighs are flattened out and squished against the counter. My stomach has more rolls than a dinner pack. My boobs are sagging in two different directions. The stretch marks covering my skin are clear as day beneath the bright bathroom light. My legs haven’t been shaved in a few days. The neatly trimmed curls on my pussy are peaking out between my legs. He can clearly see the dimply flesh of my ass in the mirror, which I’m sure is beyond unattractive.
I’m on display for him. Fully and completely. Hiding absolutely nothing. Normally, I would be petrified. Humiliated even—as I wait for his rejection.
Yet, the way Logan Huxley is eating me up like I’m the best meal he’s ever seen has me feeling like amotherfucking goddess.
He slowly drags his eyes up my body in the most sensual perusal I’ve ever been on the receiving end of. His gaze locks on mine as he whispers,“I choose you.”
I choose you now before I’ve seen your body, and I’ll choose you again, after.
I practically fly off of the counter, barely catching myself as I crash into him. We’re a mess of teeth and tongues. Iclawhis clothes from his body, ripping off layer after layer, my lips hardly leaving his. He mauls me with just as much vigor. His hands explore every inch of my exposed skin, kneading, scraping, and tugging as he learns my body, committing it to memory.
And then…he’s naked.
Logan’s body is a work of art. His light skin is covered in freckles and coarse, red hair. His chest is thick and muscular, matching his arms and thighs. His body is a testament to how hard he works day in and day out. His round ass has adorable dimples on each cheek. More scars, similar to the ones on his back and biceps, are on his legs.
My fingers trail over them as I inspect his body the way he did mine. “Shrapnel,” he whispers, letting me take my fill. My stomach clenches. I can only imagine what he’s been through.
I circle him, the pads of my fingers gliding over his skin. He shivers. I reach his front, taking in the miles of abs, his cut Adonis belt, and the very large, very thick cock, pointing right at me. I almost drop to my knees then and there, but first…
Looking up, I smile, my unprotected heart squeezing in my chest. “I choose you,” I pause, swallowing. “I love you.”
Logan groans, a low, deep sound in the back of his throat. “Goddamnit. I wanted to take my time with you.” My eyes narrow in confusion, not expecting him to respond that way.
He turns, stepping into the walk-in shower. He turns it on, and steam instantly fills the stall. Turning back, he closes the distance between us in record time. Bending, he picks me up, tucking my legs behind his back, and carries me to the shower.
“I wanted to bathe you. Take care of you. Worship you.” He steps in, letting the glass door slam behind us. “But then, you had to go and say you love me again.”
He presses me against the shower wall, the cold tiles only adding to the sensations coursing through my body. “This should have happened earlier, but I got carried away. Consider this our official discussion. I want you with my ring on your finger and my babies in your belly. You’re not on birth control, and I’m not using condoms. I’m clean. You?”
I roll my eyes, “A bit late for that.” He grunts, thrusting his hard cock against my achingly wet core. I moan, my head dropping to his shoulder. “I’m clean. I’m not on birth control, but that doesn’t mean—”
“It means you’ll be pregnant with my kid by Christmas. Fuck, if I have it my way, you’ll be knocked up by Thanksgiving.” He drops his face, burying it between my boobs and inhaling deeply. “Cupcakes,”he murmurs, sending a shiver down my spine.
I groan, but a quiet laugh still rumbles through my chest. “That’s in less than three weeks, Logan.”
His hand slaps my ass as he mumbles against my skin. “I’m adding something to the agenda of this official meeting.” I scoff, shifting to give him more access as he latches onto my flesh and sucks.
“How can you be joking at a time like this?” He thrusts against me again. I moan, grinding down on his cock as it slides between my soaking pussy lips. His mouth lifts from my breast with a pop.
“I’m not joking. This is serious. When we’re naked, call me Daddy.” I open my mouth to protest. Why? No idea. Personally, I love it. Maybe I just like being difficult. Logan silences me by shifting his hips, pressing the throbbing head of his cock at my opening. Every word in my brain quiets, except—
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
He groans deeply, his eyes moving down my body to watch where we’re connected. He presses in another inch, pausing in a way that’s nothing but torture for both of us. He steps back adjusting my legs on his hips, pressing my back harder into the shower wall to let it support some of my weight. My hands grip his shoulders, wishing I could see what he sees.
“Shit, Babydoll. Your cunt’s sucking my cock in. I can’t slow it down.”