Page 80 of Tattered (Lark Cove 1)

My entire body felt like a rubber band ready to snap. I just needed a little bit more of his talented tongue and I’d get the shattering release I was craving.

“Say yes,” he commanded.

“No.”

He nipped at my knee, then stood. With the taste of me on his tongue, he ran it over my bottom lip. Between us, his hands unbuttoned his jeans to free his thick cock and roll on a condom.

“Say yes,” he whispered.

“No,” I breathed, scooting as close to the edge of the table as I could get. But before my sex could touch him, he jerked his hips away.

“Thea,” he warned. “Say it.”

I shook my head, trying to hide my smile.

The last four days had been a battle of wills. He kept asking me to come to New York with him. I kept saying no. I’d given the vacation idea a lot of thought and had already decided we’d go with him. Mostly so Charlie could meet her other family. But since messing with Logan was so much fun, I’d kept denying him.

Now he was denying me.

He fisted his cock to bring it closer, rubbing it up and down my folds. He spread my wetness onto the condom, then rolled up to my clit.

Over and over he worked the hard bud while his lips latched onto the skin of my neck, kissing up and down. With his free hand, he yanked down the collar of my tank top and dove into my bra, pushing it out of the way so he could knead my breast.

“Oh, god,” I hissed when he gave my nipple a wicked twist. The sensation shot straight to my core. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Not this time.”

He stopped kissing me to speak in my ear. “Say yes and I won’t.”

With my eyes closed, I nodded. “Yes.”

His grin spread across my cheek right before his cock slammed home.

That was all it took. I cried out, writhing on the table as my orgasm pulsed around his cock.

“Fuck, Thea,” he groaned into my neck, staying rooted as I squeezed him tight.

The stars behind my eyes had barely cleared when his arms wrapped around my back and his hips began thrusting. With every one of his strokes, the table beneath me rocked and squeaked.

I don’t know if I had the longest orgasm of my life or if he triggered one after another, but by the time Logan shot his own release, I was completely limp in his arms.

“I’m dead,” I panted into his neck.

He held me upright, breathing heavy into my hair. “It just gets better.”

I hummed my agreement. He’d been fucking me senseless all week and it was the best time I’d had in years. Maybe ever. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, always sneaking touches and kisses when Charlie wasn’t looking. And after she was asleep, all bets were off.

He kissed my shoulder, then leaned back, holding me steady as I climbed off the table. When I nodded that I had my balance, he let me go to collect my bottoms, which were strewn on the ground. His knuckles brushed my skin as he carefully slid on my panties and shorts. Then he righted my bra and tank top, using a gentle touch that sent tingles down my spine.

“You don’t play fair, Mr. Kendrick.”

He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up. “I’m a lawyer, baby. Fair is up for interpretation.” He stepped close, wrapping me in his arms. “But I’m glad my tactics worked.”

I couldn’t say I was excited about going to New York. My nerves were too high. But I was happy that we wouldn’t have to say good-bye tomorrow and could prolong it for another week.

I snuggled into his chest. “I assume you’ve already made travel plans for me and Charlie.”

“I may have.” He chuckled. “Just in case.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “Just in case.” He’d probably started planning the trip before he’d even asked me on Monday. “Do I need to do anything?”