I know too.
“Hi,” I say back, and there is barely a second between that word and his hand grabbing mine, the other slamming the door shut, and his body backing me up against the wall.
His lips crush against mine.
I swoon and heat up all at once.
The man wastes no time. His fingers circle my wrists, pinning them to the wall, trapping me.
His lips claim my mouth.
His kiss is urgent and hungry.
My skin sizzles, and a shudder wracks my entire body at the way he kisses me. I feel it everywhere—in my toes, in my knees, deep in my belly.
He lets go of one wrist, that hand grabbing my chin, turning my face to the side as he licks my neck. It feels spectacular.
“Oh, God,” I groan as my knees buckle, and I wish my panties would melt. “Logan. Take me. Take me now.”
He brushes his mouth along the column of my neck, dusting kisses across the hollow of my throat, over my collarbone, up to my ear. “So, you want me to fuck you, Bryn?”
I shiver. Pleasure seizes my body. “Yes. Please.”
His lips coast along my skin. “Did you come over just for that?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He pulls back and meets my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “Why’d you come over, then? Why’d you say yes?” His voice is commanding, needy, even.
I lick my lips. “To see you. To be with you,” I breathe.
He lets go of my wrists and slides his hands up my arms to my shoulders, gripping me. “Say it again.”
“I want to be with you,” I whisper, my body aching, my pulse spiking.
He cups my face, his tone intense. “How is it possible that I met you two weeks ago and I already need you in my life this badly?”
Trembling, I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t either,” he rasps, kissing my cheek, sucking on my jaw. “I just know I do.”
“Me too,” I say, going boneless as he licks me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
His kisses go to my head, they go to my skin, and they send a wild, needy pulse between my legs.
But soon, he breaks our connection, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me to his bedroom.
After he drops me on the bed, I reach for the bottom of his T-shirt and tug.
He grabs it and, in one swift move, pulls it off. I stare hungrily at his chiseled chest, his firm pecs, and the ladder of his abs. But I don’t get to linger for long because he’s stripping me with speed and finesse, yanking off my leggings, shedding my top, and jerking off my bra while I toe off my shoes and socks. His jeans come off next, then his boxers, and my mouth waters as I stare at his hard cock, thick and pulsing.
He climbs up on the bed, his eyes flaring with desire as he straddles me, then moves higher.
And higher still.
My lips part, and I breathe out hard, not knowing what’s coming but wanting it anyway.
“Push those beauties together,” he says, staring at my breasts.
A blast of heat tears through my body as I oblige, creating a warm, dark tunnel for his dick. He slides between them, and I push them closer, tighter. “Fuck, Bryn. Your tits are fantastic,” he grunts as he strokes his cock between them.
Arching my hips, I murmur, “Fuck them harder.”
The man needs no direction. He goes to town on my chest, pumping and stroking and growling.
I didn’t come here expecting this, but somehow, it’s the perfect foreplay. Like he knows what it means to me. Like he knows that I want this choice for my body to be sexy to him. I might have made this decision for me, but I relish knowing the result rocks his world too.
And he shows me with the way he thrusts and fucks and shudders.
Then he freezes, going still. His hand goes to the base of his cock, and he squeezes, his eyes locking with mine, mischief in them. “Don’t want to fire too soon.”
I smile too, laughing even while I’m insanely aroused. “Definitely don’t want that.”
“Next time, I’m going to fuck your tits till I come all over your chest.”
Heat rushes through my body. “I like the sound of that. All of it. Especially . . . next time.”
“We are going to fuck so many times, Bryn. But this time,” he says, moving down my body, grabbing my panties as he goes and sliding them off, “you need to get on your hands and knees.”
