Page 43 of Game On

I bit my lip. When was the last time a man said that to me? Had a man ever said that to me? Or did they just sleep with me until they got off, not caring if I got what I needed?

Logan walked us back to the bed, where he carefully laid me down on it. I shed my cardigan and watched him pull his sweater over his head, revealing the hard lines of his cut physique.

An uneasy feeling crawled up from my stomach. Logan’s body was like a work of art, and I still hadn’t lost my baby weight and had stretch marks. He had been so gentlemanly tonight, but I felt self-conscious about what he’d think about my body. If he was any other guy, I wouldn’t care. But I saw what the hockey wives and girlfriends looked like.

I slapped at the light switch next to the bed, plunging us into darkness. I pulled my camisole off and was working on my jeans when the overhead light turned back on. I wrapped my arms around my middle. Logan was only in his boxers now, and he kneeled on the bed over me.

“I want to see all of you,” he hissed and pulled my hands away from my stomach.

I shook my head. “I have stretch marks, and I’m not back to my pre-baby weight.”

Logan ran a hand down my stomach and then bent to kiss the faint lines. “I don’t care about that.”

“Really?”

He lifted his head up, a scowl across his face. “Did you think I wouldn’t want you because you have scars and curves?”

“I—” I stuttered out.

Seth didn’t want me after I gave birth to our daughter. He had waited on me hand and foot when I was pregnant with Rosie, but after she was born, everything changed. He made comments about my weight here and there. I made excuses because we were so busy planning the wedding, but he really showed me who he was. I was just so blissfully in love, I ignored all the waving red flags.

Logan undid the top button of my jeans and slid down the zipper. “I want you. All of you. Every delicious curve I can get my hands on.” He peeled my jeans off, and a sly grin materialized on his face when he plucked the string of my lacy thong. “These are sexy for a non-date, huh?”

Heat rose on my face. Yes, they were. I might have intentionally worn them because a small part of me was hoping he’d pull them off me later. Why else would I wear a matching set if I didn’t think there was a tiny chance something would happen tonight?

He slid the material down my legs, and I reached behind me to remove my bra, leaving me vulnerable beneath him.

He kissed the inside of my knee, slowly making his way up my body. “So sexy.”

I gestured to his boxers. “Your turn.”

He shook his head, and before I could stop him, he shouldered his way between my thighs. All I could see was the top of his red hair, and then my eyes closed tight when he drug his tongue across my pussy.

I clutched at the sheets, arching my hips up as he ate me to his heart’s desire. He played with me, using his tongue to explore me until he sucked my clit into his mouth. I couldn’t hold back the way the sensation tossed me toward the edge.

But it surprised me to hear him moan while he did it. Seth only ever went down on me out of obligation, but Logan sounded like he was getting off on it. Like he could spend hours down there.

I gasped when he pumped two thick fingers inside my entrance. I clenched around his fingers, and then he slammed a third one in.

“You can take it,” he purred.

Then he licked and fingered me through my orgasm. I cried out and felt like I was floating up on the ceiling as the pleasure coursed through me.

When I came back down to earth, Logan was looking up at me earnestly, and his ginger-colored beard was wet with my cum. That shouldn’t be sexy, but it made me want him even more.

He wiped his beard off with the back of his hand and got up to strip down. His dick bounced against his stomach, and my eyes were saucers wondering how it was going to fit inside me. I hadn’t had sex in so long. Another thought blared like a warning bell in the back of my mind.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

He rifled through his jeans and pulled one out. “I got it covered.” He frowned. “No lube, though.”

“Don’t care. C’mere,” I growled at him, surprising even myself, but then a grin spread across his face as he got back into bed and kneed my legs apart.

I reached my hands up to his face and pulled him down for another kiss. I forgot my worries while he kissed me, that the shock wasn’t as bad when he pressed himself inside me in one swift motion.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in tightly. I broke the kiss so I could watch as he slid his dick all the way inside me and then back out, slow and gentle at first.

God, it felt so good.