Page 60 of Tattered (Lark Cove 1)

He’d asked for a hundred questions instead of twenty that first night in my workshop. I didn’t need a hundred, at least not tonight. Really, I just needed one.

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted.

He grinned. “That’s your first question? I like it. And no. I don’t have a girlfriend or any romantic attachment outside the Lark Cove town limits.”

The answer was barely past his lips before I attacked him. I stood on my tiptoes and flung my arms around his neck, capturing his mouth with mine.

Logan’s mouth s

plit into a grin before he tilted his head and took over. His tongue swept into my mouth, stroking against my own as his lips moved over mine.

This kiss. Oh my god, this kiss. I hadn’t been kissed in so long, and Logan knew how to do it right. I clung to his shoulders, pulling myself closer.

His body pressed hard against mine, his hands running up and down in a frenzy. He came at me with the same intensity I threw at him, pushing me backward until I was against the door.

With something to keep me steady, I lifted even higher on my toes, practically climbing him. The pulsing in my core echoed through my body.

“Logan,” I moaned into his mouth.

He answered by grinding his hard cock into my stomach, making the ache even worse.

I tugged on the sides of his cotton dress shirt, yanking the green hem from his jeans. As soon as it was free, my fingers dove for his belt buckle, fumbling before setting it free.

While I scrambled to undress him, Logan did the same to me. He twisted and turned the button on my jean shorts, ripping the zipper open so they hung on my hips. Then one hand dove right into my lace panties, and his middle finger immediately found my swollen clit.

I cried out into his mouth as my body went slack. It had been so long since a man had touched me, but then again, no man had ever touched me the way Logan did. I tipped my hips, wanting more friction from his circling finger, but he slid his hand free.

I whimpered, making him smile against my lips. His hands gripped the sides of my gray T-shirt and yanked it over my head.

“Clothes off,” he panted as his lips broke away from mine and traveled down my neck. His hands came to my breasts, cupping and kneading them through my bra.

My hands went back to his jeans, tugging until I had the button free. Then I slid down the zipper that strained against his cock.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

My sex clenched, spasming to a near orgasm as I took him in my palm. I stroked his silken flesh, squeezing it tight in my small fist as Logan’s hands left my breasts and shoved my shorts and panties down my legs.

In a split second, my bra was gone. Then Logan’s mouth covered a nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he rolled it with his tongue.

My head lulled back, banging against the door, and my eyelids squeezed shut. My fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer as the heat pooled between my legs.

I’m going to come. Just from his mouth on me alone, I was seconds away from melting.

“Not yet,” Logan murmured as my wet nipple popped from his mouth.

My eyes flew open when I realized I’d said that out loud.

He smirked at me before reaching for the buttons on his shirt. It was off in a flash, leaving his chiseled chest bare in front of my mouth.

Logan’s body hadn’t changed in all these years. If anything, it had just gotten better. I stared at his muscles, nearly drooling, as I took him in. He had a dusting of hair across his chest that trailed down his muscular abs. My palms went to his pecs, digging into his skin as my thumbs tweaked his nipples.

He hissed, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected himself. The cords of his arms flexed and his hands fisted before he relaxed his fingers and went for the wallet in his back pocket. After yanking out a condom, the rest was tossed to the floor.

His eyes locked with mine, capturing me completely, as he brought the foil packet up to my mouth. He placed it between my teeth and I bit down, holding it tight as he used my teeth to rip it open.

That was new.