Page 83 of When He Plays

Yes, have the hell at it. Go for it. Lick away. The idea of her delectable mouth and tongue on his dick…yes. Yes. In no universe would the answer ever be anything but…yes.

He’d probably explode the minute those lush lips touched his cock.

Not the best way to ensure her pleasure.

A little nip from Charlotte. “Or do you mean ‘same,’ as in…you want to lick me all over?”

Yes! Because he needed the woman to become completely obsessed with the pleasure that he’d give her. Hadn’t that been step two in his mission? His ever-so-vital mission.

Fuck her until she screams my name. Give her the best series of orgasms that she’s ever felt in her life.

Time to get mission oriented. So, as tempting as the idea of having her mouth on his dick was—and, it was helluva tempting, the most tempting—Logan had goals to achieve.

With careful hands, he lowered her onto the bed. Logan leaned over her as he spread her out right in the center of the mattress. To him, Charlotte looked like some kind of perfect painting. Spread out on a dark canvas—the black sheets—for him. His hands shoved onto the silk sheets on either side of her body.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she said. Her eyes were wide. So deep. The gold burned.

“Easy,” he rasped back. “Come harder for me than you ever have for anyone in your life.”

He lost her. Right there. He saw it in the faint flicker of her lashes. In the way she bit her lower lip before her head turned away.

What in the hell?

His right hand curled around her chin. He gently angled her head, forcing her to look back at him. “Charlotte?”

“Confession time?”

Was she about to tell him about how good it had been with other lovers? Because, if so, he would have to go out and beat the hell out of them. Immediately.

“I haven’t come with another lover. I come with the aid of my own handheld device, but when I’m actually with someone else, I-I can’t let go enough. I can’t turn off my thoughts enough. I can’t trust enough to let go.”

His left hand fisted the sheets. His right remained gentle on her as he held her chin.

“I’m saying…it might not happen,” she mumbled. “Let’s not aim too high for that, okay? Can’t we just focus on you?”

He brought his mouth over hers. Not touching her lips, but about an inch away. Then he told her, “Fuck, no.” Because focusing just on him certainly wasn’t the way to achieve goal number two.

Fuck her until she screams my name. Give her the best series of orgasms that she’s ever felt in her life.

Her hands flew up and curled around his shoulders. “Logan…”

He kissed her. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that he craved. She kissed him back, responding immediately because Charlotte was like fire in his arms. Her body arched. Her nails bit into the fabric of his shirt.

Oh, yeah, that shirt of his had to go. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin. On him, everywhere.

But he let the kiss linger because kissing her was one of the main joys in his life.

He kissed her until she moaned. Until she was raking her nails down his back and her hips arched hard against his dick. The dick that wanted to come inside of Charlotte, right then and there. And when he did finally drive into her, he would be coming. Fast. Hard.

But that wasn’t the plan.

His mouth pulled from her. “Tell me if you don’t like anything I do.” He had to figure out what brought her the most pleasure.

“Logan, I…”

He eased back. His hands went to her breasts. He freaking loved her breasts. Round and so full. His fingers plucked her nipples, and a quick gasp tore from her.

“Like it?” he demanded.