Her skin tasted so good.

She arched her back when my free hand slid under the elastic of her sweatpants. My pulse was racing in anticipation of tasting her pussy. And I was tasting her pussy today.

Her body was responsive and the more I touched her, the more untamed she became.

She was letting go.

I loved it.

I couldn’t wait to do more, but I was taking this slow. Letting her decide if something was too much.

My mouth drifted to her other breast and I repeated my actions.

Lick.

Tug.

Suck.

At the same time my mouth moved, my fingers dipped inside her panties. She was so wet. So wet I couldn’t resist slipping a finger inside her right away.

She moaned when I did, so I added another. She moaned even louder this time and her hips bucked, so I added just one more. Stretching her, fucking her with my fingers, my own body felt explosive. I was worried I might come before I was even inside her.

She was still moaning and I lifted my head to see her again. I had to see her. Her body started to shake and her fingers gripped the sheets so tightly, her knuckles were turning white.

She was wild.

I bit my lip to stop from telling her to let go.

My fingers slid in and out. She was tight, wet, and ready. Her eyes closed and a blissful look overtook her. “Oh, God,” Elle cried out in pleasure.

Not yet, I thought. Not yet.

I removed my fingers. I wanted to replace them with my mouth. I wanted her to come with my tongue inside her, not my fingers.

Her eyes were wide now—questioning why I’d stopped. I answered quickly by letting my lips trail down her body. Taking my time no longer an option, I pulled her pants off at the same time.

She lifted her hips and assisted me. She was just as ready for this as I was. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly and I swear she was urging me to move faster down to her pussy.

I obliged.

It thrilled me how much she wanted this.

Sweetness was on the tip of my tongue as soon as it circled her clit. She tasted unlike anyone; she tasted like something I wanted to taste more than once. I knew I was in serious trouble. Once was never going to be enough. I didn’t know if I could ever have enough of this.

“Logan!” she cried out when I found her clit with first my lips then my tongue.

My insides clenched, thrilled that she was vocally expressing how she felt. My hands wrapped around to her tight little ass and I pulled her closer to me. I didn’t just want to eat her . . . I wanted to devour her. Her body trembled and she called out my name louder and louder with each passing second.

I knew she had come, but once wasn’t enough. I went back, first slowly tasting her but only for a bite or two. Then I hungrily devoured her like I knew I had to.

She tried to push her body into the mattress as if she couldn’t take anymore.

I wanted to tell her to just feel it, but I didn’t.

I didn’t have to.

Her grip tightened in my hair and she cried out, “I need more of you.”

Those words had my cock throbbing to be inside her. Torn between finishing what I’d started and giving her what she wanted, I managed to pull myself away from her sweetness and stood up. Like a bolt of lightning, I shoved my pants off and stood fully ready in front of her.

She reached for me across the bed. Her fingers wrapped around my hard cock and I found myself starting to tremble.

Again, I had to take a few moments to admire her. Her smooth, pale skin, her seductive, stormy eyes, the cute sprinkling of freckles across her nose, her lush lips, and those perfect breasts—all her, all things I feared I would never stop wanting.

Finding my way back beside her, I let her set the pace. It was so unlike me to give anyone control, but I knew she needed to have it. Lying beside her, I collapsed on my back.

Her hand was still wrapped around me, stroking me, up then down, slow then faster, just the way I liked it. My eyes drifted closed and I let myself feel her. I think you could say I gave myself up to her. I was hers to do with what she wanted.

Oh. Fuck.

Her mouth was on me.

My cock was inside it.

The tip hit the back of her throat.

Her teeth grazed my shaft.

My balls started to tighten. I was going to come. I had to stop her. I needed to come inside her.

I moved fast.

Sitting back on my knees, I pulled her onto my lap. We were aligned perfectly, my cock nudged the flesh of her opening. Her hands gripped my shoulders and she lifted herself. Anticipation had my heart pumping. I’d never wanted to be inside someone so badly.

“Condom,” I whispered with a wince. Hating to have to speak. Hoping like hell I hadn’t just put an end to this.

In a raspy voice she made me look at her. “Logan,” she said.

I found her eyes.

She was fine, smiling even. She glanced toward her night table where my gun lay. “Is your wallet downstairs?”

With a nod, I dropped my head to her shoulder. No. No. No. Way to ruin the moment.

“I’m clean and safe,” she said.

I lifted my head and met her gaze. “I am too.”

I felt her fingers dig down into the bone of my shoulder at the same time her lower body rose and then eased down . . . right onto my cock.

Oh fuck.

Warm.

Wet.

Tight.

Enveloping.

Sensation after sensation paraded through me. I’d never been inside a woman without a latex barrier. The feeling was incredible.

I had to take control. I needed to be all the way inside her—from tip to base. I wanted to feel her around my entire cock. My hands gripped her hips and I eased her farther down on me.

More.

More.

It still wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I could tell she did too.

This angle prevented me from slipping all the way inside her. Sliding my hands up her back, I eased her to the mattress and hovered over her. As soon as I plunged inside her, her legs wrapped around me.

That was it.

I was all the way in.

She was moaning.

I knew she felt what I was feeling.

I knew I was groaning, but I had to. I felt like a teenage boy. A horny teenage boy. I couldn’t control myself. I found her mouth to stifle the noise I was making but I was pretty certain her noises were louder, drowning me out.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

Her demand slowed my relenting pace but only for a moment, because as soon as I did look at her, lust and desire were all I saw.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Thrust for thrust, she met each and every one. My cock pulsed and I pumped my hips into her. I lowered to my elbows, straining to keep control. She gripped my shoulders, holding on so tightly her fingernails dug into my skin and I could feel cool pricks of blood pooling around them.

I didn’t care.

Trying to push deeper, wanting to be as far inside her as I could, I kept my pace fast but even—quick thrusts that allowed me the luxury of not leaving her warmth for long. Everything about her was so sweet. The feeling of being buried deep inside her was one I never wanted to lose. A loud growl-like groan stuttered out of me as I tried to hold on for her, but I couldn’t. Letting go, I watched her face and hoped the bliss I saw on it meant she was coming too.

She was.

She moaned, “Oh God,” and I could feel her walls tightening around my cock.

The feeling pushed me off kilter.

It was unlike anything I had ever felt.

Absorbing it, taking it, owning it, I let myself feel it without fear.

She gasped, and I could tell her orgasm was rocketing through her like the magnitude of the one that owned me right now.

Then everything went quiet.

All I wanted to do was hold on to her for dear life, because I was pretty sure I was going to die in the unbelievable pleasure I was basking in. We came in unison, our eyes glued to each other. Looking at her, I knew she had no doubt as to who I was and how I was making her feel.