“Who’s Julian?”

“A friend,” she said, blushing as she remembered Julian had threatened to buy her a male prostitute in Vegas. Good thing she’d lost her virginity, even if he hadn’t believed her text. She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen her phone all day. Real life had rapidly become more interesting than a touch screen.

“I’d judge by your blush that Julian is more than a friend. Got a little crush?”

“Wouldn’t matter if I did,” she said. “He doesn’t like girls.”

Logan wiped pretend sweat from his brow. “Thought I might have a bit of competition for your affection. You know I don’t deal well with that.”

“Julian doesn’t need to be dealt with,” she assured him. “At least not as a romantic interest.”

“Does he need to be dealt with for another reason?”

“Maybe. He’s obsessed with the fact that I’m a virgin.”

“Was a virgin,” Logan reminded her.

“Right. Was a virgin. So he makes me get dressed up and takes me out on the town to get me laid, and where do we always end up?”

“A bookstore?”

Ha! She would have actually enjoyed that more and would have had a better chance of getting laid there. “No. He takes me to gay bars. I’m not sure how that’s supposed to help my love life. He’s the one who ends up hooking up with a guy every time we go out.”

“You’re his wing girl.”

“What?”

“No matter how hot you are, you have no chance of stealing his dates.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Julian’s logic. Do you know what he told me before I left?”

Logan shook his head.

“He said if I didn’t lose my virginity before I returned home, he was taking me to Vegas and hiring a male prostitute to do the deed.”

Logan snorted. “All he really needed to do was take you to any regular bar and pour a few drinks in you to loosen your inhibitions a little.”

“I wasn’t drunk when I fell into bed with you.”

“True, but I’m especially irresistible.”

She opened her mouth to deny his claim, but he smiled at her, a spark of mischief in his amazing blue eyes, and she couldn’t bring herself to lie. He was especially irresistible. The danger existed in him knowing it.

“So you really don’t have any idea how good a kisser I am?”

She shook her head. “I can only assume all decent kisses make a woman’s knees weak and her tummy flutter and her . . . pussy, uh, ache.” She still struggled with saying the word aloud.

“Is that what my kisses do to you, Toni?” He shifted closer, licking his lips slowly and tilting his head, staring her down like some sort of ravenous predator.

She swallowed hard and nodded. Hell, he didn’t even have to kiss her to get that response. Just him looking at her the way he was at that exact moment was enough to melt her panties clean off her body.

His fingertips brushed her cheek, sparking nerve endings as if electricity flowed through his body. How else could she explain how easily his touch made her tingle from head to toe? Zapped her to life? Caused her heart to palpitate? Yep, the guy must be concealing some electric superpower beneath his rock star facade.

He pressed his lips to hers, caressing her sensitive skin until her mouth fell open and she couldn’t resist tasting him with an explorative flick of her tongue. Her breath caught when his free hand moved to unfasten the snap and zipper of her long skirt. Before she could think to protest, she was naked from the waist down.

“Logan.” She murmured what was supposed to be an objection, but it sounded more like an invitation. “Someone might—”

He silenced her with a deep kiss as he slid from the sofa to kneel between her legs. Cool air bathed her hot, aching flesh as he eased her thighs open. He tugged his mouth free of hers and gazed down at her fully exposed pussy.

“I thought I could wait until you shaved it for me, but I’m going to have to risk the hairball.”

She flushed, sometimes wishing he worded things a bit more delicately, but as was typical for Logan, his actions made up for any crude utterance. He raked his fingers through the damp curls attempting quite unsuccessfully to shield her sex from his heated gaze. He used both hands to spread her swollen lips wide and then held them in place, his hands a triangle framing her sex. This served to hold her open and keep her pubic hair out of his way as he lowered his head and kissed her throbbing clit. The muscles of her thighs clenched automatically as pleasure surged through her center, but she kept her legs open for him. She didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.

He kissed and suckled and flicked her clit with his tongue until her juices were flowing freely. He shifted his mouth to her opening, doing things with his lips and tongue that made her mouth drop open with shock as the writhing, sucking, swirling motions sent new sensations of pleasure pulsing through her.

He pulled away after a moment and sucked a deep breath into his lungs. “I could eat this pussy all day,” he said, his thumbs rubbing a spot between her opening and her other hole that made her squirm. “But this position is really hard on my neck.”

She tried not to pout when she realized he was saying he was finished already.

“Do you think you could sit on my face instead?”

Her eyes widened with shock. “I’ll smother you!” she blurted.

“You won’t,” he said. “I promise. It’s actually easier on my neck that way. But if you’re unwilling to switch positions, I’ll suffer through it this way.”

He leaned forward and gave her quivering pussy the kind of deep penetrating kiss her lips craved. Her hips began to rock involuntarily to the rhythm of his thrusting, swirling, flicking tongue. Oh dear God, she never wanted this to end. Her fingers released their iron grip on the sofa cushion and threaded into the thick curls of Logan’s hair. She tugged upward, and he followed her suggestion, shifting his mouth to her clit. She felt a huff of hot air against her as he laughed softly.

“That’s it, lamb, take what you want.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit so fast, she was soon sputtering on the verge of climax. She suddenly wanted him inside her. His cock, yes, definitely, but his tongue would do. She shoved his head down, and he obliged her by licking her throbbing hole. The soft exploration of his tongue felt amazing, but her climax began to slowly fall from her reach and so she yanked him back up to her clit. He sucked and flicked, sucked and flicked, building her pleasure. Higher. Higher. She was going to shatter. Oh. Her pussy clenched in protest of its emptiness, and she shoved his head lower again so he’d tongue-fuck her.

She groaned when her body refused to cooperate and give her the release she so desperately needed. After a moment, Logan lifted his head to catch his breath. He twisted his head side to side and winced at an apparent crick in his neck.

“Can’t get there?” he asked.

She shook her head. She kept coming close, but it was as if her pussy was jealous of her clit and refused to allow her to come while his mouth was occupied with her most sensitive nub of flesh.

“Maybe if you sat—”

“Yes,” she said, no longer hesitant to try a different position. If she kept tugging on his hair like that, he’d probably be bald by the time she finished.

He stretched out on his back on the sofa and she looked to him for instruction. After a bit of awkward maneuvering, she found herself straddling his head. This doesn’t look safe, she decided, but he grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her pussy to his mouth and she was soon too delirious with pleasure to be concerned about his ability to breathe. She no longer had to direct his mouth by yanking his hair, she just had to tilt her hips and shift slightly forward or backward to get him to put his tongue and lips exactly where she needed them.

God, yes. That was perfect.

Her cries of excitement matched the building orgasm clenching deep inside. Her eyes opened wide when Logan’s tongue slid back a few inches and flicked against her puckered back entrance. Waves of pleasure shot up into her ass, shocking her so deeply she shuddered, before she shifted her hips back and filled his mouth with her pussy again.