Page 107 of When He Plays

His fingers slid out.

“I could do anything you wanted.” His voice was the darkest temptation. “Give you anything.”

Her hand reached down and grabbed his wrist. “Do not stop.”

“You want me again, baby?”

Charlotte was pretty sure that she’d always want him. “Yes.”

“You want me inside of you? Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Let me get a condom.”

He rolled away from her. Pulled away. Dammit. She wanted him. Thrusting into her. Nothing between them. Him going deep and hard. Her getting lost to pleasure again so she didn’t have to think. Because if she had to think too long, she might just admit the truth. To herself. To him.

I want Logan to love me. I want the fantasy. I want to imagine a life with him.

He curled around her once more. His leg went right back between hers. His hand slipped around her body as she remained on her side, nestled with her head against the pillow, with her left hip pushing down against the soft mattress.

His fingers caressed her clit.

His dick pushed into her, just a few inches at first because her body was tight and sensitive from before. He worked his cock inside of her. Determined. Even as his long, strong fingers kept stroking.

Then…

His dick thrust deep into her.

All the way.

A gasp broke from her lips.

One of her hands had clamped around his, pushing his fingers harder against her clit. Her other hand dug deep into the pillow beneath her head.

He withdrew.

Thrust right back into her.

Her breath choked out. From this angle, the way he was pushing into her…

He withdrew and plunged deep again. Over and over. Even as his fingers stroked her.

Her eyes squeezed shut because his dick was hitting her in the most perfect way, in the best spot, and there was no buildup to pleasure. There was just a sudden, hard eruption that shook her whole body, and she found herself curling forward, her muscles clenching as the orgasm seemed to burst from deep inside of her body.

“Yes,” he gritted out. “Fuck…yes.” He came, too. She felt the hard jerks of his hips behind her, and her pleasure just seemed to increase. Almost violent in its intensity. Unlike anything she’d ever felt before in her life.

When it was over, she sagged against the bed. He left her. But only for a few moments. Long enough to throw away the condom, and then he was back. Curling around her again. Except, this time, she rolled toward him. Curled around him. Put her head on his chest. Her hand on his stomach. Her leg slid over his because she wanted to be as close to him as she could. It wasn’t about the sex. Though, yes, that had been unbelievably, insanely good sex.

It was about him.

Do you think you could love me…

“Yes,” she said. Charlotte did think that she could love him. Mostly because she already did love him. His wicked grin. His outrageous attitude. The way he said and did whatever he wanted.

The way he held her in the dark.

The way he stayed at her hospital bedside when she needed him.