Page 89 of Riding the Sugar High

There’s no other answer.

“Logan,” she whispers, “I love myself—I do. I love my hair, my eyes. I have great boobs and, if I may say so myself, my ass is hot.”

Good god, I know this is about her, but I don’t need the reminder. “You may.”

She chuckles, and it quickly dwindles. “But I also learned that most men don’t feel the same. They don’t find me attractive. Not until...well. I thought that Derek found me attractive, but he didnot.”

“Ifind you attractive.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes as if she doesn’t believe me for asecond. “Don’t do this again. You think you’re helping, but you’re not.”

As the memory of last night comes back to me, I groan.

Of course. That’s what happened. For some reason, she thought I didn’t mean what I said. That I’m not attracted to her.

That’swhy she pulled away this morning.

I get it now. She needs me to show her. She’s been burned too many times to take my word for it, and that’s something I can relate to.

“I find you attractive, and I think you deserve better than some pathetic piece of shit who thinks you’re not worth his miserable moves.” I fit my hand into the pocket of her shorts, then take out the small vibrator. Watching her eyes widen, I set it in her hands. “Finish.”

“What?”

“Watch me,” I whisper into her ear as I hold her gaze in the mirror, “watch you. Then you’ll know.”

A shiver makes her body tremble, her fingers tight around the small vibrator, and when she doesn’t make another move, I press the on button and guide it to her shorts.

Brushing my lips against her skin, I breathe, “You moaned my name,” and ignore the way she flinches at the realization I’ve heard that too. “It’s my turn now.” When her light blue eyes remain stuck on mine, I insist, “Number eighteen.”

Make me feel pretty.

I’m not sure this is what she had in mind when she wrote that, nor do I want to pretend watching her orgasm won’t be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but I mean it.

She needs to know thereisa man who wants her.

And though it’ll complicate everything—and I will inevitably mess it up—I am only human. I’ve wanted to revere every inch of her body since the night I met her.

I never stood a chance.

After another moment of hesitation, her hand disappears under her shorts and panties, and my mouth goes dry. The vibration intensifies and mixes with the wet noise of her pussy, followed by her worked-up breaths, though she’s trying as best as she can to smother those. I can’t say when I last blinked as my arm wraps around her to pull her closer.

Her legs spread, and eyelids fluttering, she lets out a strangled moan.

Fuck me, it’s the best noise in the whole world.

“Barbie,” I whisper as her hips swing back and forth. Her teeth snag her bottom lip, unbridled and honest desperation pouring out from her squinted eyes. Brushing a blonde and pink lock away from her shoulder, my lips drop to her neck, and I keep my eyes glued to her reflection. She’s so gorgeous it hurts, her body writhing against mine as she looks for more friction. “Please, don’t hold back. Let me hear it.”

“Oh, yes.” She pushes her ass back, rubbing it against me until I cantastean orgasm coming. “L-Logan,” she whines, and with a moan, I sink my teeth into her skin.

I need her to stop saying my name. Stop moving. Stop moaning and holding that vibrator against her clit.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper in her ear. My hips buck forward, my cock straining against my sweatpants and using her perfectly round ass for friction. I can feel it moisten at the tip, feel my balls tighten with each of her needy whimpers. “Get your tight hole wet for me.”

Her eyes widen for a moment, then turn languid, and her free hand reaches back to pull my hair.

I groan at the sting on my scalp, my fingers digging into the skin of her hip. “If that shocks you, you won’t be able to look into my eyes once I’m done with you.”

Will I ever be done with her, is the question.