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Paige shook her head. “I have no idea.”

“Right.” He met her gaze and grinned. “First time.” Studying her face with a thoughtful expression, he suggested, “How about I experiment a little, and you give me a yea or nay?”

Not sure how else to do it, she bobbed her head.

What followed was a whole lot of yeas and nary a nay.

Logan hit a very enthusiastic yea when he bent his face between her legs and licked. Paige gasped and arched. She tried to clutch his hair, but ended up cursing. “Damn it. You need longer hair.”

“Sorry.” He grinned as he crawled back up her body. “I’ll work on that.” Slotting his hips into place, he interlaced their hands and held them in place by her face as he rested his upper body weight on his elbows.

She felt him down there as his blue eyes watched her. “Are you ready?”

Still throbbing from the sweet torture his tongue had put her through, she nodded, as eager as she was nervous to experience what came next. Logan’s grip on her hands tightened, and he rocked forward. They stared at each other, and she absorbed the expression on his face as he seemed to do the same to her. Watching his eyes go unfocused and his cheeks ruddy from pleasure was overwhelming. It was almost as powerful as feeling him press into her for the first time. The pressure and stretching was the most indescribable sensation.

Once he was seated deep, he paused and let out a breath. It gave her enough time to grow accustomed to the feel of his body joined with hers.

/> “You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

Paige didn’t think okay was quite the word she needed, but she said, “Yes. Yes, I…that wasn’t so bad at all.” She’d been braced for tearing pain.

He choked out a laugh and pressed his forehead to hers. “What every guy aspires to be. Not so bad.”

She flushed. “I mean—”

“Shh.” He kissed her lightly. “It’s fine. This way, we only have room to improve.” Then he pulled out and eased back in.

Paige arched and squirmed as he seemed to hit every nerve ending inside her. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise and felt the need to move with him as he did it again. “Better.”

Amusement lit his face. “Is it? How about this?”

He shifted slightly and came in at a different angle.

With a moan, she bit her lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

“And this?”

“Oh yeah.” She wrapped her legs around him and tightened her fingers in his grip. “That. Do that. But faster.”

“Like this?”

Losing the ability to voice her opinion with intelligible words, she merely clung to him, enthralled until there was nowhere higher he could take her. Plunging off the zenith of her pleasure, she swept him over the edge with her, and together they seemed to free fall into oblivion.

“I told you, you were totally ready.”

At Logan’s smug-sounding comment, Paige cracked a tired smile and lightly poked her elbow back to nudge him in the gut. “Oh, yeah. You called it. Liar.”

Spooned behind her, he let out a quiet oomph and then chuckled before he kissed the back of her hair. “Seriously, are you okay?”

She hummed out a sound of contentment. “I am so far from okay, it’s not even funny. I’m too elated, overjoyed, gratified—” she yawned “—and exhausted to be a measly okay.”

“Good. I am too.”

Feeling a little smug herself to hear such a positive report, she closed her eyes.

Since neither knew if Mariah might try to pop in at some point in the night, they’d reluctantly crawled back into enough clothes to be decent. But Logan’s fingers had no problem finding their way inside her oversized t-shirt that stretched down to her knees. When he cupped her breasts and flicked an expert thumb over her nipples, she moaned with pleasure.

“Want me to raid my roommate’s drawers again for a little something-something?”