Being called his girl? That was my new favorite thing.
“She’s doing good now that you’re here,” I whispered, feeling my voice catch in my throat.
Logan hummed and leaned down, capturing my mouth with his. I held the kiss longer than usual, teasing his bottom lip with the lightest flick of my tongue. He groaned, low and desperate.
My hands slid to his sides, slipping beneath his shirt to feel the warm, firm skin under my palms. He tensed slightly at the contact, then relaxed, pressing closer.
The tension between us crackled; it was alive, undeniable.
“What if…” I whispered between kisses, breathless and already aching, “we were just a little late meeting everyone?”
Logan grinned against my mouth, his hands sliding up to cradle my face as he looked down at me. “I wouldn’t deny you much, Ellie,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. He kissed me again—deep, possessive—while guiding us backward toward the kitchen counter.
My back bumped against the edge with a quiet gasp. Logan’s hands found my waist, gripping tightly as he lifted me with ease. In a frenzied rush of touches and tangled kisses, I found myself perched on the cool surface, his body wedged between my thighs.
“Right here?” I asked with a breathless laugh. “On the counter?”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a wicked smile curling his lips. “The kitchen’s where you eat, isn’t it?”
Before I could reply, he pulled off his cowboy hat and settled it gently on my head—his signature, rough-around-the-edges charm wrapped in something soft and intimate.
Then, he dropped to his knees between my legs.
The breath caught in my throat.
Logan glanced up at me from beneath hooded eyes, biting his lower lip like he was savoring the moment. The look on his face—hungry, reverent, possessive—sent a wave of heat rushing through me.
“What a beautiful sight,” he muttered, eyes locked on mine.
Arousal burned low in my belly as his calloused fingers skimmed along my knees, coaxing my legs open. Cool air brushed between my thighs, teasing through the thin lace panties I’d chosen tonight, just for him.
Dirty talk wasn’t something I was used to. But with Logan, it was becoming something I craved. His voice alone had the power to undo me, and he knew it.
Needing more, I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging gently, guiding him closer to where I needed him most. My back arched as I pushed my hips forward, silently begging.
Logan let out a low growl, then brushed the fabric aside, exposing me completely.
He was a giver and damn good at it too. I didn’t let myself wonder how he got so good. All I knew was that I was lucky. So incredibly lucky that this man’s attention was all on me.
His tongue flicked out, tasting me with deliberate slowness. The first stroke along my slit drew a moan from deep in my chest, my head falling back with a gasp.
God, it felt so good.
The way he moved was like he was memorizing every inch of me. His tongue circled my clit with featherlight flicks before dragging back down to my entrance, teasing, exploring.
“Yes,” I panted, hips shifting restlessly beneath his mouth.
Logan brought one hand to my hip, holding me still as his pace quickened. He hummed into me, shaking his head back and forth like a man starved, and the vibration sent shockwaves through me.
I was so close already. My legs trembled against his shoulders, and every nerve inside me sparked like fire.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not with Logan between my thighs like this.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a breath as I lifted my head, locking eyes with him.
That was all it took.
The sight of him on his knees, mouth working me with expert rhythm and singular focus, tipped me over the edge. My body arched, my thighs tightening around his shoulders as my release crashed into me, wave after breathless wave.