Page 85 of When He Plays

She sent him a tentative smile. Then seemed to brace herself.

Not the way it would work.

“Let’s go,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow at her. She’d go. Go straight into the best climax of her life. He would make certain of that.

Logan slid back down her body. His hands curled around her thighs, and he pushed them apart even more, opening her wide so that he could see, so that he could admire, so that he could taste.

“Logan? I thought⁠—”

“My tongue will be the first part of me to enter you.”

“It—Logan!”

He’d licked her. Not gone into her. Not yet. He licked her clit. A soft, teasing lick. At first. He licked and he kissed and he caressed her with his mouth, building and working her up to a fierce, sensual need slowly. Logan learned what made her gasp. What made her arch against him.

Then his fingers joined his mouth. His fingers stroked and rubbed her clit. His tongue thrust into her. As he’d said, his tongue would be the first part of his body that entered her.

“Logan!” Her hips surged toward him.

There was need in her voice. Desire. Lust that had her voice quivering.

“How about fingers now?” he rasped, and he pushed one finger into her.

Her whole body heaved against him.

Tight. She was so tight. He had to work a second finger into her, and even as he did, his thumb kept rubbing her clit. Harder. Faster.

She started to ride his fingers.

He could help with that. If she wanted to ride…In and out, he thrust his fingers, and she got wetter. Hotter.

She is going to feel insane around my dick.

But she just wasn’t there yet. She had to break apart for him first. “Tell me what you like. Focus on me. Focus on how I feel. Focus on how I make you feel. What. Do. You. Like?” His breath blew gently over her sensitive core.

“This!” She was the one to grab for the sheets. To fist them in her grip. “I like your mouth on me. I like it—like your tongue and your mouth, really like it when⁠—”

“This?” He began to suck her clit. Even as his fingers thrust into her.

“Logan?” Whispered. Rushed. Her body bucked beneath his, and she let out a long, sensual moan as she came.

He felt the climax reverberate through her body, but he didn’t stop. He licked harder. Sucked harder. Pumped his fingers into her as she jerked and twisted and came for him.

She collapsed. Her body sagged back against the mattress as she seemed to go boneless.

That was an excellent start. Unfortunately, there had been no frantic screaming of his name. So he still needed to achieve that goal. Guess I just have to work harder.

Sweat trickled down his back. His dick nearly burst out of his pants. He licked his lips, tasted her, and felt more of his control fray.

Carefully, he eased away from her. He stood beside the bed.

“Logan?” Charlotte blinked as she turned her head to stare up at him.

He drank her in. Completely naked body. Nipples that would drive him to madness. Legs spread. He could see her—wet and pink and ready between those spread legs. Never taking his eyes from her, he stripped. Kicked away his shoes and socks. Yanked off his pants and boxers. His cock bobbed toward her.

She sat up, eyes widening. “Um, so…” A swallow. “That’s a lot.”