When You’re Ready (Ready #1)(42)
Author: J.L. Berg

He pulled back and his eyes quietly searched mine, “We don’t have to do this tonight. I’ll wait. For however long it takes, Clare. I’m yours,” he whispered like a prayer.

Being sure to never break eye contact, I carefully brought my hands to the buttons of the sexy green dress I’d worn, slowly unbuttoning each one. His eyes flared with heat, but they never left mine. Finishing the last button, I pulled the two pieces of fabric apart, hearing his hissed response.

“Touch me, Logan.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled me up around the waist, my legs instantly wrapped around his torso as his mouth devoured mine. Sliding the rest of my dress off my shoulders, his eyes seemed to memorize every curve of my body. I should have felt exposed and intimated in just my black lace bra and thong, but I didn’t. I felt seductive, confident and sexy as hell. Deciding Logan was a little overdressed for our party, I moved my hands under his t-shirt and felt the hard ridges in his stomach and his killer upper body as I pushed the shirt up. He took over, doing that hot thing guys do with their shirts, grabbing the back of it and yanking it off, leaving nothing but Logan. Every muscled sexy, edible inch.

He saw the flash of desire in my eyes as he reached a hand behind my back for the clasp of my bra. Oh so slowly, he slid the straps down my shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor. Gently, he laid me back down on the blankets, and sat back on his heels to admire the view.

“God Clare, you’re perfect,” he said, looking at me like I was a feast and he couldn’t decide where to start first. Leaning down with his eyes still locked on mine, he took a nipple in his warm mouth, causing my body to bow off the ground. His hand cupped my other breast as he worked my nipple with his mouth, rolling it, flicking it and pinching it with his teeth. I moaned as his mouth shifted, working my other breast with the same lovely torture. Just when I thought I might actually come from this alone, his mouth traveled down my belly, stopping at my panty line. Glancing back up at me, he grabbed the two strips of fabric at my sides that made up my thong and slowly slid it down my body.

“Jesus,” he cursed, “Spread your legs for me, Clare,” he demanded, his voice low and rough.

I did as he said, spreading my legs wide, exposing myself to him completely.

“So f**king beautiful.”

I felt his hands caress my ankles before they moved to my knees and finally my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider. His head lowered and he slowly kissed is way up my thigh, working his way closer to my core. I was shaking with need and wet with desire.

“Do you want my mouth on you, Clare?” he asked as he fingers grazed my slick folds, causing a wave of pleasure to zing through my body.

“Yes!” I pleaded.

“Remember how I said you hold all the cards tonight? You have to tell me what you want.”

“Oh God, do it Logan, please!” I begged. I had lost all control and had no problem with begging him to get what I so desperately needed.

“You need to be a bit more specific, sweet Clare. What do you want me to do?” He was taunting me, driving me wild with his sexy voice as much as with his fingers as they continued their lazy journey.

“Lick me, Logan,” I demanded.

Before the words were barely out, his head descended and I was in heaven, my body ignited in flames as his tongue and mouth began their dark dance. Licking and teasing me, he pierced my body deeper, driving me closer to the edge. I moaned and cried out as the pleasure grew, building, climbing higher until I screamed out my release.

Still reeling from my orgasm, I almost didn’t notice we were moving. With my arms and legs wrapped around his body, he carried me upstairs to his bedroom, carefully laying me on the bed. Done in dark grays, with splashes of red, Logan’s bedroom was very masculine and neat. But it could have been purple and covered in unicorns, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed as soon as he started to undo his belt buckle. I noticed the slight shake in his hands, and wondered how much he was restraining himself. The jeans and boxers came next and he let them slide the floor, leaving him bare before my eyes for the first time. Clothed Logan was sexy. Naked Logan was every woman’s fantasy come to life. His body was flawless. Muscular and lean in all the right places, thanks to years of running and weight training, and lord, he was huge. Fully erect and begging to be touched. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I thought about wrapping my mouth around his hard length. As if he could read my mind, or maybe my facial expressions were really that obvious, Logan groaned as he walked forward.

“I still have the taste of you on my tongue and if you keep looking at me like that, this is going to be over really quick.”

Stopping at his nightstand, he opened it to pull out a condom, and then hesitated before settling his eyes on me.

“Clare. All the other women before you,” he breathed out.

Uh, why are we talking about this? Now?

“I never brought them here. I’ve never brought a woman to my bed. Ever,” he confessed, looking at me with those stormy blue eyes. Trying to comprehend what he just said, it dawned on me.

“Wait, never? But you were married.” I said.

“We had separate rooms. I set it up that way in the beginning because I thought it would allow her more sleep with my crazy schedule. Looking back now, I realize it was my attempt to keep distance,” he recalled.

“But what about earlier, when you weren’t married? Surely, you had her over?” I seriously couldn’t believe we were sitting here naked talking about his ex-wife. I seriously couldn’t believe I could form a sentence right now, with him looking like that, other than “Seexxxxx.”

“Ah, no. We always lived apart, and when we were together, we were at her place. Never mine. I’m sure she noticed, but she never said anything.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say.

“I wanted you to know, because you are the only woman I’ve ever wanted to share my bed with, or bring home. Clare, you are my home.”

And with that, I melted. Ex-wives and pasts are forgotten as I gave myself to him completely. Our bodies tangled together, as his hands and mouth mapped my body, taking over and fueling my desire.

Feeling his hard body on top of mine, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him hard against me. Pausing briefly, he reached for the condom on his nightstand, but I grabbed his hand instead.

“I’m on the pill,” I assured him. Having had horrible cramps since the day I turned thirteen, I’d been a lifer.