Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Probably M5,” I mumble, my eyes glued to the TV.
“M15,” he mumbles back.
“That’s what I meant,” I agree, feeling his laughter against my cheek as his chest moves.
Smiling, I focus back on the television. It’s been forever since I watched a movie or a show that wasn’t appropriately rated for Zuri to watch, and I honestly forgot how much I like just lazing in front of the TV. Hearing a soft snore as the movie comes to an end sometime later, I lift my head and find Logan asleep.
Placing my hands under my chin, I take my time studying him up close.
He really is handsome, with his sharp cheekbones, the dark scruff covering his jaw, and the perfect bow of his top lip. And even though he still looks like the guy I had a crush on when I was just a teenager, this older version of him is so much more attractive. Maybe it’s because I know how much he loves his family, and that even though things didn’t work out between him and his ex, he still cares for her and respects her as a mom, or maybe it’s because he is who he is.
“Are you watching me sleep?” He slides his hand up my back, his voice gruff.
“Yes.” I don’t even deny it. Opening his eyes, his hand slides further up my back. “You missed the end of the movie. Do you want me to rewind it for you?”
“Nah,” his gaze roams over my face for a moment before he leans up and touches his mouth to mine. “How was it?”
“Good.” I rest my chin on my hands against his chest while his hand moves to my hair.
“Are you hungry?”
“No,” I smile, sitting up, with my knees falling to rest on the couch on either side of his hips. “I’m still full from Olive and Oregano.” Lifting my hair up, I use the tie around my wrist to put the heavy fall of it in a bun and watch his pupils dilate while his hands move to rest on my thighs. “Are you hungry?” The question comes out half-whispered, half-breathless as I feel his cock jerk against the seam of my jeans.
“A little.” He captures my waist in his hands and slides them up to my ribcage. Staring into his eyes, my pulse skyrockets while my body floods with heat. Still holding onto my ribcage with one hand, he captures me behind my neck and pulls my mouth down to his. As his tongue slips between my lips, I slide forward to get closer and moan when I feel his cock press the seam of my jeans against my clit. Even with the zipper of his jeans containing his erection, he feels huge.
“Logan,” I breathe as his mouth leaves mine and travels down to the tops of my breast his fingers stroking my nipple through the material of my tank and bra. Leaning back, he cups both my breasts in his hands, causing a whimper to slide up my throat.
“Jesus.” He groans, leaning up and capturing my mouth once more. As he devours my mouth, his fingers move between us, and he easily undoes the button of my jeans before sliding down the zipper.
“Oh…” My hips arch into his hand as he parts my lips and rolls his index finger over my clit. I try to spread my legs wider to give him more room, but with my jeans on, it’s impossible.
“You’re soaking wet, baby.” The words spoken against my mouth in his deep voice, while his fingers circle my clit, only makes me want more.
“Logan.” I roll my hips into his hand, and his fingers press deeper, his middle finger rimming my entrance, giving me everything and nothing all at once. Groaning, he takes his hand from between my legs and sits up, locking his arm under my ass before getting to his feet.
“I need you spread out on my bed.” He carries me towards the stairs as I lock my legs around his waist. Panting, I bury my face against his throat and lick there without thinking, then drag my lips up his neck to his ear, pulling his earlobe between my teeth. “Fuck.” He stumbles to a stop and turns, pressing me against the wall using his hips to hold me in place as he wraps his hand around my throat and kisses me. The kiss goes wild, and my hands dive into his hair, tugging the short strands as he devours my mouth while his free hand cups my breast. With more willpower than I have, he drags his mouth from mine, wraps his arm back under my ass, and gets me the rest of the way up the stairs. When we reach the first floor, he carries me through the kitchen and down the hall. The door to his room is open, but he kicks it closed as soon as we are inside and carries me to the bed, dropping me to the mattress. With my chest heaving, I push up on my elbows and watch him reach his hands behind his back and remove his shirt, then undo the button of his jeans. He’s so perfect, his abs sculpted, the hair on his chest and torso a dark line that disappears into his jeans. I swallow hard as he locks his gaze on mine and steps up to the end of the bed, reaching for the waist of my jeans and ripping them down my legs along with my underwear.