Fingers fondled me in the most delicious way, and then he slid one a little lower. “And right here.”

The stroke of his flesh against mine, and the rumble in his voice, sent my body into overdrive. “Go on,” I whispered breathlessly, pressing myself back against his hot, thick erection.

His breath caught and he had to suck in air before he said, “I don’t think I need to explain any further—you’re already dripping wet.” On his last word, he plunged that single probing finger deep inside me.

The tension in my lower belly coiled so tightly, I thought if he moved a little more or added one more finger, I just might come right here.

But he didn’t. Instead, he kept teasing me.

Unable to withstand the torture another moment, I turned around. For a moment, the world stopped spinning and it was just he and I, and what we felt for each other.

With a smile that I couldn’t help, I ran my hands up his bare, smooth chest. He was standing there in black boxers, body ripped with strength, lids heavy with desire, eyelashes thick, those hazel pools bright and those lush lips parted. My hands reached his shoulders and then my nails dragged down his back. I thrilled at the feel of his rock-hard muscles under my fingertips. I never wanted to stop touching him.

Logan pressed against me. Backing me up against the sink, his leg eased between mine. My heel hooked around his leg, drawing him even nearer. His mouth was greedy on my neck, sucking, licking, kissing. My fingers were in his hair, caressing, tugging, pulling. We were all mouths and hands and tangled limbs.

“Take me back to bed, unless we’re staying down here,” I demanded impatiently.

His smile was wicked and wild, and without hesitation he took my hand and led me back up the stairs.

My guess was fifty-fifty as to whether he’d fuck me on the counter or on my mattress. There were times he was soft and gentle and we made love. And there were times he was wild and raw and we fucked like animals. Most of the time, I allowed his mood to determine the pace we took and at other times, I directed it.

Today, I was leaving it up to him.

We passed the threshold into my room and he kicked the door shut behind us. As soon as I heard the click of the latch his mouth was on mine. Our bodies melded in the perfect way that only we fit together. Not holding back, he started backing me up. Our kisses were hungry, deep. Delicious.

Slow steps were taken in sync until my knees hit the bed, and then somehow the two of us made it onto the mattress without either of us crashing down.

At first he was hovering over me but within moments we were rolling, and then I was on top of him and my knees were straddling his hips, squeezing them, letting him know just how much I wanted him. Moving quickly, he unbuttoned my shirt—his shirt—and discarded it. And then his hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and fingers in a way that made them instantly hard.

Leaning down, I let my tangle of messy hair tickle his bare chest as I kissed my way up to the curve of his jaw. Stopping along the way to nip and bite where I saw fit.

With a hiss, he growled, “Watch it. Two can play at that game.”

I sat up straighter and grinned at him. The upward curve of my lips was an undeniable, come-and-get-me smile.

At thirty, I’d only recently come to learn just how affected my body could be by small things, like how a little bit of pain could make the pleasure all the better. Small things, nothing too extreme. If I was sitting on the lip of my old-fashioned tub with his face between my legs, the tighter I gripped the rim, the more the lip rubbed against my skin, the more intense my orgasm. Or if Logan held my hands over my head while he fucked me, the inability to move and the tight grip around my wrists sent me spiraling. And then there was the way he could bring me to the edge and deny my tipping over it until I thought I might go crazy. I wasn’t looking to use whips and chains or anything like that, but a small bite here or there certainly was fun.

His hiss morphed into a groan when I struck first. Inching back, my hands drifted to the black fabric that separated us and I pressed down on it. With the feel of his erection beneath my fingertips, I stopped playing around and rocked forward.

Logan’s eyes shined with desire. He, too, had obviously decided to abandon the games, because he shot up and pulled me on his lap.

“You have too much on,” I whispered and rose on my knees.

Doing the same, he tugged down his boxers with quick efficiency, kicking them off and onto the ground in no time. Finally, both of us were naked and ready for this.

Heartbeats apart, we were both on our knees gazing at each other. When my eyes cast down onto his perfectly erect cock, I licked my lips.

He noticed my response and then in one of the most erotic moves I’d ever seen, he took his cock in his hand and held it for a beat of two.

My heavy breathing gave way to how much it turned me on.

His eyes watched me as he gave himself a little stroke. “You like that?”

I nodded, my breathing coming way too fast—I was practically panting.

Logan dipped his chin to look down, and then he stroked himself again, this time pushing his hands forward and thrusting his cock into his fist.

In a rush, I moaned his name. “Logan.”

With a desperation only I understood, he quickened his pace.

Fascinated, I watched, taking notice of the way his muscles corded in his arms, the smooth skin of his cock and the way his hand easily glided over it, the pre-cum that glistened on his tip.

But my show was not for long because before I knew it, he’d stopped stroking himself and started stroking me with that cock, that delicious cock that was still in his hand. My clit pulsed and my muscles clenched in response. Full of need, my eyes found his.

“Come closer,” he said, and I did.

Lowering himself so his knees were now beneath him, he grabbed my hair as soon as I leaned in, pulled me onto his lap, and then captured my mouth with his. Giving me hard, wet, breathtaking kisses that made it impossible to breathe.

When I pulled back, my hands moved to his face. His hair had fallen forward and he looked rakish—impossibly sexy—as I pushed it from his eyes.

Logan didn’t waste any time as he gripped my hips.

My desire for him was so fierce I was wet long ago. There wasn’t any need for any further foreplay. Rising slightly on my knees, I lowered myself down onto his lap. Onto his cock. Slowly. Inch by inch. A little at a time. Exquisite pleasure started to surge all the way from my core. I didn’t stop until he was fully inside me. For a moment, I didn’t move, wasn’t sure I could without coming.

Logan took over for me, surging his body upward and taking control of mine with his hands on my hips. I drew in a shuddering breath and wrapped by arms around his neck. He pumped slowly at first and I found myself leaning in to kiss his mouth. I kissed him hard, and he returned my kiss with the same strength. We were all lips, teeth, and tongue. Wild. Frantic. And soon the energy transferred to our bodies. He started to fuck into me, faster, faster still. Abandoning the kissing, I pushed myself upright and began to ride him, matching his pace.

Cries of pleasure sputtered from his throat, rough, gravel-like, filled with a rumble. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. That’s so good. That’s it. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Words that sent me right over the edge.

He pumped faster and faster and I followed in that rhythm that existed only between us. Unable to hold on any longer, I arched my back and closed my eyes. Pleasure filled the space in my head where my mind no longer was. In the space that should have held thoughts was nothing but flickering lights, small bright stars in a far distance, and colors of the rainbow. I rode out my orgasm in that place, not allowing coherent thoughts to reenter my mind until I had exhausted every ounce of pleasure that was coursing through my body from head to toe.