His eyes started fluttering closed, his lashes dark on his cheekbones. “Not there. Not yet. Your beautiful tits. Start with those.”
The rasp in his voice thrilled me. I had never actually fondled my own breasts. I couldn’t imagine I’d feel anything by doing that, but I complied and palmed each of my breasts with my hands.
Logan’s cock had jutted straight out by now and there was no denying how much this was turning him on. I was going to do this and more. I was going to push him right over the edge.
“Use your thumbs.” His voice was hoarse. Low.
My thumbs passed over my nipples as the water rippled around them and when they became small hard peaks, I started pinching them. A little pain. Just a little.
Tiny pricks of pleasure radiated around them and I couldn’t believe it.
His eyes were watching my every movement. His breathing was ragged. I could see the rise and fall of his chest.
I wasn’t sure if it was his reaction to what I was doing or the act itself that was turning me on, but I supposed it didn’t really matter. I knew if I had been doing this alone, I wouldn’t feel a smidgen of what I was feeling now.
Feeling bold, I left one hand where it was and let the other drift down and find the nodule of my clit. Working them in the same manner, I began to feel the same small fissures of pleasure below my waist that I was feeling above it. Sparks tingled along my entire torso.
“Does that feel good?” His voice shifted again. It was a little huskier. A little lower.
Such an incredible turn-on.
Working both small, tight buds at the same time, I found myself almost panting when I answered, “Yes.”
His eyes were trained on my pussy. “Tell me what you feel.”
I pushed my thighs apart as wide as I could, slipping the leg farther from him over the edge of the tub.
His gasp sounded like a growl.
Soon, I needed more and inserted a finger inside myself. “I feel your cock inside me, moving, in, out, in, out.”
The face he made was utterly sensual.
My hand was moving faster and the water splashed out of the tub.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the tub. The end where the water controls were, at my feet. I thought he might come even closer. Put his hands in the water, his fingers inside me, but he stayed where he was.
My heart skipped against my chest.
“Are you going to come?” he asked.
It took some effort to speak. I had to lick my lips first. “I might. I’m not sure.”
He spanned the distance between where he stood and the tub and took hold of my foot, kissing it before submerging it back into the water. “I want you to stop before you do. Can you do that?”
My pace, up until he had come so close, had been steady and even. With Logan this close, I wanted to speed it up, to feel even more, but I knew if I did, I just might come. “I can try. Can you do something for me?”
Everything about him at the moment was serious but at my question, the corners of his mouth tipped up. “I can try.”
My hand stopped manipulating my breast, but the hand below the water continued moving at the torturous slow pace. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”
His answer came in the form of a low groan as he removed his clothes with quick efficiency. He must have known I was watching him because he stood there for a moment and let me stare at his naked form. His cock was beautiful. Long, thick, and ready for me. The rest of him was equally magnificent. Abs ripped, muscles lean, thighs just right.
I had all but stopped what I was doing, but my tripping heart hadn’t figured that out. Pulse pounding, heart thumping, I sucked in a breath. I must have blinked because when I did, I opened my eyes and he was sitting again, much, much closer this time.
Something flickered in his gaze. Hot. Intense. Sexy. His hand slid around to the back of my neck. One by one, he tugged out the pins holding my hair up and they fell into the water. Once they were all out, my hair tumbled to my shoulders. With it down, Logan easily threaded his fingers through my hair. Then he pulled, tilting my head back and exposing my throat.
Everything about the two of us was gasoline and a match. One touch and we were on fire. Ablaze. Flames out of control, unable to be doused.
His lips brushed mine as he whispered, “I don’t think I even said hello yet.”
The water had started to cool, but I didn’t care.
I bit down on his lip. “Hi.”
He smiled. “Hi.”
Those lips slid along my jaw to behind my ear, where he pressed them. His mouth didn’t stop there. He trailed his lips lower, grazing my skin with his teeth along the way.
“Do you like this too?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hand was under the water and he was doing what I had done, thumping my nipple. It didn’t feel the same. It felt so much better. His touch spiraled through me, causing my body to arch and water to lap around the edge of the tub.
“I got you wet,” I purred as I tried to reach for his cock, but he wouldn’t let me.
Instead he leaned down lower, his hand sliding lower too, right to the place my hand had been moving moments ago. “I can take care of that,” he said, and then his hand left the sanctuary of my pussy.
It was then I noticed bruising on his knuckles. “What happened?”
He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about. I went to the boxing gym without my gloves.”
“Logan, why?”
His gaze held me in a trance, and I knew I should drop it or what we were doing just might come to a dead halt. So, I did.
Logan pulled the plug and then was back. His hand resumed its previous position, and it was as if the sound of the water echoing in the bathroom matched the rhythm of his skilled fingers.
Magic fingers plunged inside me and I felt my clit swell under his touch. “Oh, God.”
“Do you like that?” The grit and huskiness in his voice made my stomach flip.
“Yes,” I moaned, pressing my feet to the bottom of the tub and thrusting upward.
The movement of his had stopped and he leaned down to kiss me. “Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come.” My own voice was hoarse.
His lips were at my shoulder and he bit it. “Tell me I’m the only one you’ll ever allow to make you come.”
I gasped and my heart started to race in anticipation. “You’re the only one who will ever make me come.”
The last of the water sluiced down the drain and as if on cue, his fingers started to move again. The bath oil from the water acted as a lubricant and allowed them to slide in and out so easily. It felt so incredibly good.
His thumb stroked me and his fingers moved at a punishing pace. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered in a guttural voice.
With the thrill of those words, my orgasm rolled through me like a storm. “I’m yours,” I called out as my body started to unravel and I lost myself to the sweet pleasure of nothingness. Like thunder and lightning, the storm consumed me, pounding throughout my body in sweeping waves. When it started to calm and seemed to reach the vast horizon, I opened my eyes to see his looking back at me.
Desire was written all over his face. He reached a hand out, “Come here.”
I took it and launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and holding him tightly. He needed to know Michael meant nothing to me. I hadn’t seen that. I’d been blind to the fact that it was killing him for me to spend time with another man, even if it was only because of that man’s child. “I don’t want anyone but you,” I reassured him. “Forever,” I added, and wondered if I shouldn’t have said that.
Logan had his arms around my waist and he lifted me out of the tub like I weighed nothing. “Forever,” he repeated.
Something a little giddy shook inside me, because there was absolutely no denying I was his and he was mine.
As soon as my bare toes hit the tile, Logan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
I let it absorb some of the water and then slipped it off. Barefoot, I had to tilt my head to look at him. “Take me to bed and make love to me,” I whispered.
Fire burned in his eyes. “There’s nothing I want to do more.”