Page 86 of When He Plays

You have no idea. He opened the top nightstand drawer. Hauled out a condom. Made sure not to touch the gun in the drawer. Logan put on the condom even as he kept his gaze on her.

“Pretty impressive the way you can do that.” She moved to perch on her knees. “While you never stop watching me.”

Her eyes were on his dick.

“Watching you is one of my favorite things, sweetheart,” he told her, meaning those words. “Watching you, eating you out, and, of course, making love to you.”

Her stare whipped to his face.

He smiled at her.

It must not have been a reassuring smile because she sucked in a quick breath.

“Turn around,” he told her, aware that his voice was deep and thick and pretty much an animal’s savage growl. “Stay on your knees, but grab the headboard.”

“The headboard?”

Logan nodded. “I want you up against the headboard, with your sweet ass toward me. I’m going to get behind you. I’d going to put my dick deep in you, and then I’m going to reach around your body.”

She wet her lips.

“My fingers are going to rub your clit. I’m going to stroke you the way you like.” The way he now knew she liked. Firm. Hard. Fast. “And you’re going to come around my dick. You’re going to come so hard that you scream for me.”

“I hate to disappoint you.” Charlotte shook her head even as she began to turn around. “But I don’t think I’m a screamer.”

You will be.

Her hands rose to curl around the top of the headboard. “Like this?”

He climbed onto the bed behind her. That pert ass of hers arched toward him, and he just had to rub a hand over one cheek. “Almost.” He positioned her ass higher. Pulled her back toward him a little more. Then pushed her legs wide as he settled between them.

He saw her knuckles tighten on the headboard, as if she was bracing herself.

“It’s not going to hurt. I will not hurt you. Not ever.” With one hand, he put the head of his cock at her core. Her creamy, tight core. Fuck me. Maybe he’d be the one who screamed—no, roared with pleasure first. Because she already felt fantastic, and he barely had the tip of his dick inside of her. “You’re going to decide how much you take. You rock against me. Rub those hips back and forth. Take me in an inch at a time. Take as much of me as you want.” Every dark urge inside yelled for Logan to thrust. To shove deep and hard and bury himself in her.

But that was not the way to complete his mission.

So he just dipped the head of his cock inside of her. She felt like freaking heaven. Logan curled one hand around her hip, holding her against him, and the other slipped around her body. His fingers dipped between her legs. Stroked her clit. Rubbed.

Charlotte rocked her hips against him. Slowly at first. As slow as the strokes of his fingers against her clit.

But those slow rocks took him in deeper. Inch by inch.

His strokes became faster.

She arched against him more. Pressed that ass against him harder. Taking him in deeper. Sweet, fucking hell. Deeper.

His teeth ground together. His body curled around hers. His dick lodged in her. Not balls deep. Not yet. Unfortunately. His fingers worked her, sliding over her and stroking harder and harder. Her hair had fallen to the side, and his mouth pressed to the nape of her neck.

“Logan! Logan! I’m so close. I’m close, I’m close!” She slammed her ass back against him. Ground her pussy against his dick and took all of him in.

A ferocious snarl broke from him, but his fingers never stopped strumming her clit.

She stiffened. Shuddered. And screamed as her climax hit. He felt her inner contractions, and he pounded into her, over and over, and his own release couldn’t be held back. Pleasure surged through him. The climax had him roaring and bowing his body over hers as he erupted with an orgasm so powerful that the damn room seemed to disintegrate around him.

She chanted his name.

He held onto her for dear life. And as the pleasure raged through him…