PROLOGUE
Logan
“Stop… we can’t…” I said barely above a whisper as I kept my glare on his luscious lips and involuntarily got closer as he did the same.
I was trying to control myself but my body wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I know,” he replied in a low, raspy voice. We were centimeters away from each other and the sexual tension built up more and more with every second that went by.
Somehow his arms were engrossed around my waist and somehow mine were snaked around his shoulders. His cologne invaded my nostrils and our sweat mixed together when his skin came in contact with mine. Why does this man make me feel this way?
His soft lips brushed against mine before he slowly bit my bottom lip. His eyes were filled with lust and I was one hundred percent certain that mine were mirrored the exact same. Our lips finally connected and sparks immediately shot through my body.
Our tongues danced around in each other’s mouth and things got more intense as he pulled me closer into him. I felt myself being lifted off of the ground causing my legs to automatically wrap around his torso. It seemed like we were kissing for hours but neither of us could stop ourselves before this went farther than it already has.
He finally broke away from the kiss and threw me on the bed. My eyes trailed all over his body as he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his bulging muscles that were ready to take control of me.
He climbed on the bed and hovered over me, looking me straight in my eyes as he completed every move. Every nerve in my brain was telling me to get up and quickly get out of here but my body was so numb under his touch.
My hands traced lines up and down his chest repeatedly. He reached underneath my shirt and caressed my waist before lifting it up and pulling it off of me. I leaned up a little bit so that he wouldn’t have such a hard time taking it off. He was pretty surprised to see that I didn’t have a bra on but I rarely ever wear a bra in the house.
As he tried to take off my sweats, I grabbed his hands. “W-we can’t do this.” My voice was breathy from all of the heavy breathing that I was doing.
“You don’t want it?” He spoke so low and sultry and it made me melt with every word that rolled off of his tongue. I couldn’t exactly say no because then, I’d be lying. I wanted it… badly. And the fact that I haven’t been touched or caressed like this in almost two years doesn’t make things any better for me. It’s like my hormones were raging.
And I only felt like this with him.
I crashed my lips into his once I couldn’t take the stare-down that we were having any longer. His hands cupped my face as he deepened the kiss and put more passion into it. He wanted this as much as I did.
Sometimes I asked myself why I wanted what I couldn’t have. And why him? Out of all people, why him? His kiss made my body feel different; it was a good different. A wonderful different.
He gripped my left breast and lightly gave it a squeeze before moving down to my waist and forming my curves with his hands. He trailed his fingers over my bellybutton as I bit my lip, anxious at his touch.
My sweats were off within seconds, leaving me left in only my lace panties. He was busting through his basketball shorts and it turned me on knowing how aroused I make him. This isn’t the first time I’ve saw him with a hard on but it’s the first time that he’s ever did something about it.
He rubbed my clit slowly from outside my panties. “Don’t do that…” I moaned out. My mind was saying no but my body had a mind of it’s own at the moment.
He stroked his hard on against my clit making me want him even more if that was possible. He took my panties off with his teeth and I’m absolutely sure that I was soaking wet right about now.
He rose back up to kiss my lips again. Anticipation had been building up between us for months now and our bodies were letting it all loose, regardless of what our minds were telling us to do.
“I want you,” he whispered in my ear as he pushed his length into me gradually. I gasped and my nails immediately found themselves clawing into his forearm.
My eyes shut closed and I bit my lip trying to suppress my moans as he moved in and out of me, making sure he went deeper with each stroke. I couldn’t help but to whimper.
“Fuck.”
