Chapter 6

6

Blythe

A part of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, that I told Logan to take me to his house. But here I was, anticipating every single second. And the closer we got to his home, the more my blood sang.

Logan asked me numerous times if I was sure, and although I knew he wanted to make sure I really was on board, I also knew he wanted this just as much as I did. The way he spoke, the fact that his voice was deeper, huskier, as if his very need was becoming a physical thing between us, cemented that this needed to happen.

Never in my life had I felt the need to be with someone, and much less this strongly. It consumed me, warping my insides until the only thing that made sense was giving my virginity to Logan.

The trip seemed to take forever, yet at the same time, we were pulling into the driveway of his home as if the ride happened in the blink of an eye.

He cut the engine, and for long seconds, we sat there in silence. The only sound penetrating my lust-induced brain was of us breathing heavier than normal.

I felt his eyes on me and turned my head to look at him. My breath caught at the expression on his face.

He wanted me. Badly.

The shadows covered his body partially; the light from the porch illuminated the other half. He was so big and imposing, and even though we sat in his huge Suburban, he made the damn SUV feel like a toy in size.

“Let’s go inside,” I found myself whispering in the confines of the car. God, I could practically smell our combined arousal. It was heady and thick, and I felt my body prepare itself even more for what I wanted with Logan.

He didn’t move for a moment, his body seeming to tighten, his muscles corded under his clothes. He stared right in my eyes before he exhaled on a shaky breath and got out of the SUV. I let my focus stay trained right on him as he moved around the front of the vehicle. And before I could even blink, the passenger side door was open, and Logan had his hands on my waist, helping me out of the behemoth of a vehicle and setting me on the ground. But he didn’t let go of me, just kept his big hands curled around my body as he stared into my eyes.

Despite the coldness surrounding us from the winter weather, his heat had me sweating.

Having him so close was like pouring accelerant on an open fire. Hell, he didn't even have to touch me for this blazing inferno to consume me from the inside out.

And then he blinked as if pulled back into the present. He shut the door, and then we were making our way up the walkway and closer to the front door. I was very aware of the heavy weight of Logan’s huge hand placed on my lower back. I felt like that small touch was burning a hole right through my clothes.

When we reached the door, I turned and looked up at him, not sure why, knowing I wasn't going to say anything. I couldn’t have found my voice in that moment anyway. But Logan was already watching me, and I felt this strange sensation that he couldn’t help himself, that he was pulled to me with so much power he was helpless to stop it.

Or maybe I was projecting my own needs.

We didn’t move, and I sure as hell didn’t even know if I was breathing as we continued to stare at each other. Despite the wind and chill that surrounded us, the snow heavy and thick, I felt so very warm next to him. His body blocked out a good portion of the porch light, casting shadows and shards of light behind him. He was this human wall, so big and unmovable.

The wine I consumed had done a good job of making me feel loose and relaxed, but it also made my arousal even stronger.

Logan took a step closer, and I licked my lips, his body crowding me in the best of ways. I froze as he reached out and pushed a lock of hair off my shoulder. I shivered, which had nothing to do with the wind-chill and everything to do with that small touch.

I needed to kiss him.

I want him to so badly I can practically taste his lips on mine already.

Kiss me. Take me. Claim me, because I only want you.

The groan that tore from him was loud, echoing all around us so strongly I felt my eyes widen.

“You can’t say things like that and expect me to control myself,” he ground out.

My heart raced when I realized I said those words out loud, those inner, personal feelings that I would have never dared utter to him for fear of the unknown. But fuck the unknown. Fate had those words being pushed past my lips, hanging between us, jumpstarting this.

And then he had his body pressed to mine, one of his hands cupping the back of my head, my chest flush with his, and the very prominent erection digging into my belly. I gasped just as he slammed his mouth down on mine. As if my body had a mind of its own, I rose on my toes, placed my hands on his chest, and kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me. Dirty thoughts blasted into my head, which shocked me, given the fact that I was inexperienced in everything sexual. But I wanted his lips all over me, wanted his tongue licking every square inch of my body. I wanted to feel and see how hard he was—how hard I made him—and I wanted that without any clothes obstructing my view.

He tightened his arms around my body as if he couldn’t get me close enough. And that was fine by me. I wanted to climb him like I was a damn spider monkey and he was the tallest tree.

And before I knew what was going on, my back was pressed to the side of the house, the cold hardness of the wood and stone coiled with the heat and passion from his mouth on mine had me gasping against his mouth for more.

Logan groaned, this rough, almost primal sound leaving him that had my pussy becoming so wet I clenched my thighs together to try to control the feeling of my pulse beating in my clit.

“Open for me,” he demanded, and I parted my lips more, feeling him slide his tongue into my mouth, stroking the wet, warm recesses. But on instinct, I also spread my legs wider, allowed him to move in even closer, that thick cock between his thighs so big and hard as he rolled his hips and ground it against me.

I felt so unlike myself, going after what I wanted, taking action, and although it was strange and slightly terrifying, I embraced it, because it felt… right.

Being with Logan felt like what I was supposed to do, and I felt that connection and relation the moment I saw him. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, showing him exactly where I wanted this to go, because why not? There was no point trying to act like the blushing virgin—even though I was one. I didn’t know shit about sex, not firsthand at least, but even so, I felt this natural instinct take over me, leading the way.

I didn't know how long we kissed, with his much bigger body pressing mine against the house, his hands never straying from my waist, but all too soon, he stepped back. I touched my lips, the tingling and warmth that covered them reaching the very recesses of my cells and traveling right down to my core, tightening the muscles in my sex, making me even wetter.

“Logan,” I whispered. How the hell did he stop the kiss? How did he have the strength to pull back? I felt like I was drowning in my desire for him. Although I felt how hard he’d been for me, maybe he didn’t really want this, not deep down. By all accounts, an erection didn’t make a man really want you. And wasn't that thought like frigid water on my overheated body?

“Don’t you want me?” I don’t know why I asked that, and as soon as the words spilled from my lips, I felt my cheeks heat as embarrassment filled me. I really didn’t want to know the answer to the question I just asked.

The purr that left him sounded so inhuman, but he didn’t give me a chance to react, because a second later, he was pressed right back against me, chest-to-chest.

He rolled his hips again, grinding that third leg against my soft belly. My head fell back against the house on its own as a moan left my parted lips.

“What do you feel?” he asked in a gravelly voice, his eyes hooded as he continued to roll his hips back and forth. Back and forth. “Tell me,” he demanded with a thick and heated voice.

“Like you’re so hard it hurts,” I gasped out. God. He felt huge down there.

“It sure as fuck does,” he all but snarled, his eyes dipping to take in my lips for a second before he looked back in my eyes. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” He thrust against me again and again, mimicking the act I wanted him to do between my thighs.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just closed my mouth and breathed in and out as the pleasure of feeling him dry-hump me against the house washed through me.

“Try to tell me this doesn’t feel like I want you, Blythe.” He continued to smooth that digit along my face, over my lip, down to my pulse, which beat erratically.

I opened my mouth and inhaled sharply, so very aware of every sensation moving through me. “It feels like…”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a devilishly sexy smirk. “Go on, baby. Tell me.”

“It feels like you want me,” I whispered, more arousal laced in the words.

He growled low, and it was a sound that was so feral, so delicious, it had me thinking of throwing caution to the wind and telling him all the things I fantasized about that featured Logan as the main attraction.

“That’s exactly right, Blythe. That’s exactly fucking right.” He took a step closer, and I nearly closed my eyes and groaned at the feel of his body heat seeping into me.

Here I go. I’m gonna do it. Fuck the consequences or how crazy this all is.

“Then maybe we should take this inside. Maybe then I can properly show you exactly what I want to do with you.” His chest rose and fell harshly, and the look of pure arousal on his face was nearly tangible. “Or maybe I should take you inside and just hold you, kiss you, work you over without going all the way?”

I was shaking my head before he even stopped. “I want you. I need you.”

His eyes closed for a second as if my very words turned him on. When he opened them again, I saw his pupils were dilated, his arousal an actual living thing moving between us. “You sure you know what you’re asking, Blythe?”

I licked my lips. I sure as hell do. Instead of saying that, I nodded slowly, and whispered, “Yes. Yes, I do.”