Walk Through Fire (Page 37)

Logan opened my thighs.

He positioned in between and I tensed, waiting, ready, so fucking ready.

“Want it?” he asked.

God, he was going to make me say it.

Whatever.

Who cared?

I did want it and I’d get it, so what did it matter?

“Yes,” I breathed.

He dragged his tongue through my pulsing wet.

Oh yes.

“More?” he asked.

God, this was hot.

“Yes, Logan,” I whispered.

He lapped at me.

Yes.

“More, baby?” he asked.

Hot.

“Yes, Logan. Please,” I begged.

He dipped in and went at me.

I lifted my knees, spread my legs wide, drove my pussy into his mouth and gloried in it.

He took his mouth from me, nipped my inner thigh with his teeth, and asked warningly, “Where should your legs be?”

So.

So.

So.

Hot.

I shifted them over his shoulders where he liked them so he could feel from the tension in my legs, my heels digging in his back, how much I liked what he was doing to me.

He cupped my ass, murmured, “Damn straight,” pulled me to him, and went back in.

That time, he didn’t stop.

He ate and he licked and he sucked and he darted his tongue inside until it built so high, it scared me.

“No more,” I begged, squirming under him like I was trying to get away at the same time push closer.

“Take it,” he growled into my pussy, and kept at me.

I slid my fingers into his hair. “Baby,” I whispered, the word trembling as my body did the same, top to toe.

He latched on to my clit with his mouth, dragged his tongue tight over it, then sucked hard.

I was right.

Too much.

And perfect.

I dug my heels into his back, fisted my fingers in his hair, and exploded on a sharp cry that rang through the room.

He kept sucking and I kept flying.

He added fingers, driving them inside and my cries came again but softer, in pants, my heels plowing into his back, my head twisted to the side, my hand clutching his hair.

Then he stopped and I desperately drew in air, gathering up the pieces to pull myself together only to lose hold as his cock slammed deep.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he rumbled, his hand going into my hair to force me to do as told.

I caught his fired eyes, took his thick, hard cock, panting and whimpering as he fucked me.

“What you want?” he asked roughly.

“More,” I forced out through harsh breaths.

He kept thrusting, hitching a knee to put more power into it, holding me in place with his hand in my hair, his weight on me, and I put a foot to the bed to plant myself to take him at the same time I wrapped my other leg around his thigh to anchor myself to him.

I began gasping.

“What you want?” he repeated, and it sounded like a groan.

It took a lot but I managed a breathless, “Harder.”

His hips drove into mine and it was so beautiful, my eyes shut so I could focus on nothing but the feeling of Logan and me connecting, deep, brutal, driven.

“You kiss me before you come, Millie,” he ordered, his voice so rough, it scored my skin like sandpaper.

And I fucking loved it.

“I—” I gasped, forcing my eyes open and looking into his, seeing it was close for him, too, feeling him getting closer, this taking me over the edge. “Okay,” I breathed, lifted my head, and pressed my mouth to his.

My whimper slid down his throat as his tongue drove inside.

I took that and the latest orgasm he gave me before his drives turned to pounds. He released my mouth, yanked my hair back, my neck arched, and he shoved his face in the side where he groaned while he bucked inside me and shot deep.

I closed my eyes and took it, loving it, my head turning, lips tipping up into a smile.

I gloried in his uneven breaths wisping across my skin, his cock buried, his chest hair gently scratching my breasts, his weight on me.

Then he asked my neck, “You covered with birth control?”

Was I ever.

But he’d come inside.

The last time, after that night at Wild Bill’s, it had been another agony, coming home and washing him away from me.

This night, it wouldn’t be.

He might have come to win this bizarre battle we’d somehow gotten locked in to.

But no way was he the victor.

No fucking way.

“Yeah,” I answered. “You covered with STDs?” I asked.

It was nasty but even if it was too late, it was necessary.

He lifted his head and I rearranged my features before I righted mine and caught his guarded eyes with my own.

“Could ask the same,” he stated.

I gave a slight shrug. “No worries here.”

“Same,” he grunted, staring down at me, not moving.

I stared up at him and this went on for a while before I let my lips curve and I taunted quietly, “Feel like a winner, baby?”

He pressed his hips deep and involuntarily my lips parted, this driving his return taunt home. “Absolutely, darlin’.”

I gathered my shit together and stated coldly, “Then I suppose we’re done… for now.”

Without a word or any hesitation, he pulled out and rolled off.

I immediately pushed up, catching him on his back, lifting his hips to pull up his jeans.

God, Logan in my bed doing that?

That was hot too.

I tore my eyes away from his beautiful cock, still hard and glistening with him and me.

Sitting on the bed, I righted my bra and reached under my pillow to get my pj’s, thrilled they were a good set. A shimmery green, silky knit with scads and scads of fancy teal lace. Pants and a cami. The lace on the pants around the hems and cutting up the outsides of the legs all the way up to my upper thighs.