Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I watch him as his thumb moves rapidly across the screen.
Logan: I’m already rock solid, but do you think I want you to just take my word for it? I need you to touch me, to feel for yourself. I need you to understand the effect you have on me. You’re the sexiest woman alive. You make me so hard. You make me wild.
Piper: What if I can’t be as wild as you need?
Logan: You don’t need to doubt yourself. Being yourself is all I’ll ever need from you.
He looks at me intensely. He says so much with his eyes that words, either spoken or texted, never could. It’s like the way he looked at me after our first kiss.
My hand trembles with lust and the remnants of nerves as I reach down for his manhood. I gasp when I feel him pressing through his pants, his length solid and filled with raw lust. He groans deeply as I stroke up and down.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, dropping his phone.
“Logan,” I whimper.
He climbs onto the bed, keeping his hand on my sex the whole time, then brings his lips to mine. We kiss in a collision of heat and desire. We lie side by side. The position lets us touch each other. I wrap my hand around the outline of his massive manhood. He’s so big, pulsing with need, like his release is already trying to explode out of him.
“I’m ready,” I whisper between hungry kisses.
“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he replies.
“I mean it,” I tell him. “I want you. You’re the only person I can imagine giving my virginity to.” A smile spreads across my lips when I see the look on his face. “That excites you, huh?”
“Being your one and only? Owning you? Possessing my beautiful, curvy, sexy Hardcover? Nothing could excite me more…”
He unbuttons my pants and slips his hand inside. As he strokes down toward my sex, I know there’s no turning back. Deep down, guilt tries to invade my mind. A tiny voice tries to remind me of Elliot and how wrong this is.
But how can it be wrong when it feels so right?
CHAPTER 21
LOGAN
Igroan as I slip my hand into her pants, over her clit, then her folds. I find her eager entrance and caress gently, coaxing more wetness out of her perfect slit. She whimpers and tries to kiss me again, but it turns into a moan that makes kissing impossible. Her mouth open, her eyes brimming with enthusiasm… the same enthusiasm she brings to every other part of her life.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
“You feel fucking perfect,” I growl, rubbing faster, spreading her wetness over her lips and her clit.
“Hmm…”
When she tries to shake her head, I push down insistently on her needy nub. She whimpers loudly, her head falling back. I bring my mouth to her neck like a starving goddamn animal, kissing, tasting her. I kiss her neck toward her breasts, using my free hand to tear her shirt loose.
Buttons pop, and she moans as I pull down her bra to reveal her mounds. I almost lose it as I bring my mouth to her nipple. Her gasping moans flood my solid spear with even more need, the head leaking with hot precome. Her hand rubs quickly up and down the outside of my pants, making my length burn.
I glide my hand down to her entrance, gently stroking in a circle, all the while kissing and sucking the tempting thickness of her breasts. I drive the heel of my palm against her clit at the same time, causing her to fall against the bed, shivering all over.
“Fuck. I need to see you naked.”
I stand, staring down at her. She bites her lip, leaning up on her elbows, her shirt half undone, her breasts wedged over her bra, highlighting her fullness.
“Are you ready?” I growl. “Or do you want to text—”
“I’m done with texting,” she pants. “But I need you to take contr—” She cuts off with a laugh of delight when I lean down and grab her pants.
I pull them down her body. Luck is on my side. In the process, her underwear gets tangled up, coming down with her pants. I throw them aside, then take a moment to appreciate her, her glistening hole, her swollen-with-lust petals, her needy-as-fuck clit.
“Oh, fuck…”
I fall to my knees at the end of the bed and bury my hands in her thighs, then kiss up her legs, getting closer to her wetness. She stares down at me, moaning, nodding, not so nervous anymore.
When I press my mouth against her clit, my tongue is gifted with a wave of her gorgeous taste. My cock has never been this hard. I feel like I could erupt before I even feel her tight tunnel, but there’s no damn way I’d let that happen before feeling her gush down my steel.