Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I can smell his aftershave, or maybe that’s just him. It’s like an animal musk as if he’s calling to me, trying to make me do something silly. Like standing on my tiptoes, reaching up and touching his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
“You’re so beautiful when you get all shy, Lucy,” he says, and I have to remind myself this is real.
I’m awake.
This isn’t another dream, either sleeping or sleepless.
“Huh?”
It’s not what I imagined I might say if Logan ever paid me a compliment, but it’s the only response that comes to me, as though I simply can’t comprehend his words, as though they’re in a different language.
“But it’s not saying much,” he goes on, his voice getting husky, causing thousands of pleasure pulses to move over my body. “You’re always beautiful. Every part of you. It’s been so difficult….”
“What has?” I whisper.
“Not kissing you.”
He looks at me steadily with no hint of a joke in his eyes.
The moment would be perfect…if it were not for the thought of Maxine Waterson and all the other women.
But then his hands are on my shoulders, and all that melts away…fine, just into the background, but it leaves me alone anyway. For the time being.
Logan wants me, physically wants me, wants to kiss me. He’s not feeling everything I am, fine, but I can worry about that later.
“R-really?” I murmur, hating the stutter in my voice.
He moves somehow closer, sliding his hands down my shoulders. He squeezes onto my hips. The sensation is so new, so exciting, my heart thumping, my body pricking with even more sweat. My panties feel like they’re rubbing achingly against my sex.
“Really,” he says, leaning down.
Suddenly I want to show him how badly I want it, too.
If I’m not going to get the life I want with Logan, if I’m going to be just another kiss, I want it on my terms.
Leaning forward, I push my lips against his. He makes a groaning sound, as though he’s caught off guard, as I feign confidence and a voice repeats a phrase over and over in my mind.
Am I doing it right? Am I doing it right? Am I….
He groans deeper, muffled by the close press of our lips, then squeezes onto my hips with even more possessive certainty… no, not that, it’s just a kiss.
And whatever we do, if I can do anything, is just that. Just stuff. Not what I want.
But it feels so freaking good, so right, as he opens his mouth and his tongue finds mine. My hands smooth over his back as though they’ve got a mind of their own, my fingernails digging through his T-shirt's fabric.
His body is boiling, burning through his clothes.
I dig in tighter and feel how firm his muscles are, huge bands of rock-hard muscle across his back, causing my fingernails to bend as our kiss burns with even more passion.
He pushes his hips forward, letting me feel he’s not faking this hunger. It’s real, a massive solid length pushing against my belly, a huge outline that makes me want to run as fast as I can…or tell him.
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 want you, 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.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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.