Chloe
I was in the kitchen dancing around to Justin Timberlake and cooking dinner while Logan watched me from the other side of the counter. I’d banished him from the cooking side because he was far too distracting and we’d never get to eat if I kept letting him kiss me.
Since we’d got to my house I’d started to have nerves added to the excitement of being with him for the first time. So I suggested dinner as soon as we walked through the door. He’d immediately agreed, I think he was nervous as well. The idea of Logan being nervous about sex was pretty outrageous but I took it as a good thing, obviously it meant a hell of a lot more with me than the women he couldn’t even remember.
“I really can’t do anything?” he asked, watching me with the breathtaking smile he seemed to have tattooed on his face recently.
“Nope, you just sit there and look pretty.”
He tried to look mad but he was grinning too much to pull it off. I bloody loved seeing him happy.
“How long’s it going to be?”
“About twenty minutes. You hungry?”
His eyes were suddenly on fire. “Very,” he growled. Whoa, I could see that in his head I was already naked and beneath him. I was momentarily planted to the spot. Naked and under him sounded exactly where I wanted to be and I was no longer hungry for food.
“Well,” I said, trying desperately to keep my voice even. “Soon—”
“Fuck, Chloe, turn the oven off.”
“Sorry?”
He walked around the counter with purpose – that purpose being getting me in bed.
“I couldn’t care less about dinner right now. You’ve got that look in your eye.”
“What look in my eye?”
“The I want him now look. I promised myself that if I ever saw that look for me I would never deny it. So you might want to be careful where you think of us getting naked and sweaty.”
My throat went dry.
“So we’re just going to turn dinner off?” Why the hell was I still talking about the stupid food?
He reached around me to turn the oven off and as he pressed his body flush with mine I felt how much he wanted this. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
I took his outstretched hand and he led us upstairs. His thumb brushed across my knuckles. I held onto him a touch too tight but my body was buzzing. He hadn’t even kissed me and I felt like I was going to burst into flames. His words were sexy; the look in his eye was sexy. “Logan,” I whispered. I thought that since he turned dinner off he’d waste no time but he seemed to revel in torturing me.
He closed the door behind us and the sexual tension became almost unbearable. I wanted him so bad I could barely think straight.
I closed my eyes as he very slowly and very seductively walked us back towards my bed. His lips, soft and warm, grazed over my skin so gently it made my toes curl. Lightly nipping my jaw, he lifted me off my feet and I shuddered. Kiss me!
“Logan,” I whispered again, wrapping my legs around his waist, again feeling how equally ready he was.
He laid me on the bed, lowering himself with me so we never broke apart. He chuckled deeper than usual; his voice was as lust-filled as those gorgeous blue eyes were smouldering. “I’m going to need to take your clothes off really soon and you’re not being very cooperative.” His hand slid along my thigh, accentuating his point.
“Right,” I replied and pressed my lips together, releasing the death grip my legs had on him. His hands went straight to the bottom of my t-shirt and I pushed myself up, allowing him to get it over my head.
Lying beneath anyone in my bra and jeans would usually make me self-conscious but Logan made me feel beautiful. I hadn’t felt like that in a very long time and I tried not to think too much about how Logan’s brother was the last person to do that.
“That’s better,” he said as he pinged my bra open and pulled it off, discarding it on the floor somewhere. “Now…” His fingers glided between my breasts down to the button of my jeans. “…these need to go. Are you on the pill?”
Right, contraception. I’d never forgot that before. “Um, no, I have the injection.”
Smiling, he replied, “Good, because I want to feel every inch of you.” I shuddered and I wasn’t sure if that was what made him groan or having his hands on me.
My breathing was rough and loud and borderline embarrassing. Every touch was designed to drive me wild and he succeeded. I felt it everywhere. “Logan,” I breathed, aching for him already.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He popped my button undone and my jeans came off pretty quickly. “You’re so beautiful, Chlo. I could spend every second of every day kissing every inch of your body.”
“Do it then,” I replied, panting as his lips circled around my nipple. Moaning softly, I arched my back.
He chuckled and the sound vibrated thorough my body.
“I love how you react to me,” he said.
“You’re not the only one.” I had never wanted anything or anyone so much, as bad as that sounded. I ached, throbbed. Biting down on my lip, I tried to
Logan was it for me. I couldn’t even make myself consider the possibility that this might not work out. We fit in every way possible.
“I think I hate foreplay,” he groaned into my skin, kissing down dangerously close to where I wanted his mouth the most.
I wasn’t that crazy about it right now. As much as I wanted his hands and mouth everywhere I wanted to feel him inside me more. I wanted, needed, that connection. “Let’s skip it then,” I replied.
He shook his head, lips brushing my hipbone. That felt really good. “Oh no, I’ve wanted to do this for a while, too.”
My throat went dry as he hooked his fingers over my lace thong. His lips parted and I heard the sharp intake of his breath as my underwear slid down my thighs. I heard the soft thud as my thong hit the floor but I couldn’t look away from his hungry eyes.
Slowly, too, too slowly, he lowered himself and his mouth between my legs and I almost jumped up. It was too much already. I gripped the sheets, crying out to try to deal with the sensations he was creating in my body.
I didn’t want to think about how he’d come to be so talented with his tongue. I was jealous and grateful for all those women in equal measures.
He rolled his tongue around the sensitive ball of nerves and I clawed at the sheets. I was so turned on, so ready to burst I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.
His tongue left my skin and his mouth clamped over my opening. I gasped, fisting my hand in his hair, pulling him deeper into me. I heard him briefly chuckle before his tongue entered me.
“Logan!” My body jerked and arched. That made him flick his tongue harder, faster.
When the soft pad of his thumb rubbed the most sensitive part of me I fell apart, gripping his hair and tugging what was probably a little too hard. My eyes closed involuntary as I convulsed around his tongue.
I don’t think I pulled too hard for Logan because as soon as my eyes flicked open he got up, removed his clothes in a second flat, and buried himself inside me in one very quick, very swift movement. I hadn’t had enough time to recover before I was building again and he hadn’t even started moving yet.
He kissed me and I’d never had someone do that before, kiss right after they’d been down there but I was too caught up in how he felt, how I felt, to worry about that.
“What’re you doing?” I asked when he still hadn’t moved.
His lips were swollen and red and his heavy lidded eyes were on fire. “Nothing has ever felt this good before, Chlo, I can’t…” Closing his eyes, he kissed me again and I felt what he was trying to say. He was savouring the feeling, the moment of our first time. Or he was close and wanted to hold off.
He stopped kissing me and I felt a gentle pressure as his forehead touched mine. His breath, shallow and twice as fast as normal, blew across my face. This was just as big of a deal to him as it was to me and that made my heart ache.
He finally started to move but his eyes stayed closed and he groaned, low and deep in his throat. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard and did nothing to slow down the race my body seemed to be in to finish, again.
His eyes finally opened and his hand tangled in my long hair. Moaning again, he bent his head and kissed me. I got my legs back around his waist and the slight change in position sent him deeper. I gripped his toned shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my fingers. I felt every inch of him, felt myself tighten around him and thought I was going to go crazy with how intense it felt.
“Chloe,” he breathed into our kiss and slipped his tongue in my mouth, winding it around mine. Everything became more frantic. My nails cut into his skin and he grabbed my hip roughly, holding me in place and kissing me harder. My lips felt like they were going to be twice the thickness when we stopped but I could not have cared less.
My heart was flying in my chest. I clawed his flesh, writhing under his unrelenting pace. He was too much, too good, too everything and I didn’t know how to cope. My back arched and toes curled. Scrunching my eyes so tight it almost hurt, I cried out against his mouth, his tongue, and fell over the edge, taking him with me. With one last guttural groan he thrust hard and held himself deep inside me.
We clung to each other, slick with sweat. No doubt the skin we’d attacked would bruise.
Logan was panting hard when he finally let me up for air but then I was too. He didn’t say anything, just stared into my eyes as if I was the answer to every question he’d ever had. He pulled out slowly, sucking air in sharply, and lay beside me, bringing me with him so we were still face to face but on our side.
We were still silent; there weren’t any words for how amazing that was, so neither of us tried. All we did was watch each other for a long time and occasionally he leant forward and gave me a soft kiss that was so far away from the passionate I need to bruise your lips kiss we’d shared just minutes ago. Both were perfect.
I worried that it might feel weird after but it wasn’t, at all. We were supposed to do this. When we were together I wasn’t Jace’s ex and he wasn’t Jace’s brother, we were just us and nothing had ever felt so good or so right before.
“Well, that was considerably better than my right hand,” he said, being the first one to break the quiet. He smiled in amusement
“I could’ve lived without knowing that, Logan.” I hadn’t expected the moment to last long but had hoped I’d get at least ten more minutes of Sweet Logan before he went back to Logan Logan. Still, I was pretty much crazy about all versions of him.
“Sorry,” he replied, chuckling. “It is, though. I’ve thought about how this would be many, many times and it was never anywhere near that good.”
“You thought of it a lot, huh?”
“Every damn day.” He tightened his arms, holding me closer.
“Well, now you can have me every damn day.”
“Hmm, can I get that in writing?”
Laughing, I slapped his chest playfully and he rolled on top of me. Every inch of him was perfect and I had a hard time looking into those gorgeous eyes when I got to see the rest.
Putting his weight on one arm he trailed the other down my side. My skin broke out in goose bumps. “Logan… What’re you doing?” I closed my eyes as his hand worked its way across the bottom of my stomach.
“What do you think?”
“My parents will be home soon,” I said, making a feeble attempt to push him away.
“What time did they say they’d be back?”
“Twelve.”
He looked at the clock on my bedside table and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “That gives me twenty minutes. I’m pretty confident I can make you come a handful times in twenty minutes.”
I bit my lip, squirming underneath him. “I bet you can’t,” I whispered.
He gave me a devilish smile. “Game on, sweetheart.”