Page 31 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)

MILLIE

C losing his eyes, Logan’s head falls forward, a low, strangled sound rumbling deep in his throat. And, honestly, I can’t say I blame him for such a reaction because who the hell even am I right now? Are you going to taste it, or what? Excuse me? Since when did I become such a temptress? Go me.

The air between us thrums with electricity, thick and fuzzy and dizzying.

The ache between my thighs is borderline unbearable, and I’m practically panting.

And Logan standing here in front of me in nothing but pajama pants that hang low off his narrow hips, showcasing that teasing pelvic V that dips beneath the waistband, accompanied only by a pair of slutty little reading glasses?

This is like a softcore porn fantasy come true.

Something changed between us today. In fact, everything changed between us today. And, right now, I want him. I need him. And I’ll take him in any and every way that I can have him.

Logan looks deep into my eyes, the storm surge swirling in his heady gaze intense and all consuming. As his focus dips to my mouth, his tongue drags over his plump bottom lip, and his hands resting on the countertop on either side of me shift closer, barely grazing my thighs .

He leans in and cocks his head to the side as if he’s about to kiss me, his lips close enough so that all I have to do is crane my neck to meet them, but just before I can reach him, he pulls away, and I huff an exasperated breath.

Moving in again, his lips brush mine as if he’s testing just how far I’m willing to go, but then he hesitates and pulls back again, and a frustrated whimper works its way up the back of my throat, which is when I notice his lips curl up into a cocky smirk. This asshole is teasing me on purpose.

I narrow one eye. Logan chuckles. But before I can give him a piece of my mind, his playful smile lingers, eyes dancing with mischief as he sinks down to his knees right in front of me.

His gaze is fixed on mine as he leans in and lays his tongue out flat, lapping at the Nutella.

Licking my skin clean with a satisfied hum, my mouth falls open on a silent moan because holy shit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against me, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the soft skin on the inside of my thigh, sucking lightly. “Yummy.”

I have no words. I can’t even think straight.

Frankly, I don’t even know if I’m breathing.

And when Logan flashes me another roguish grin and grabs the jar of Nutella, I watch with bated breath as he dips his finger inside, collecting a big dollop of chocolatey goo before smearing it over my skin and going back for seconds.

I grip the edge of the counter like it’s the only thing stopping me from losing every last part of my self-control, watching on as he lavishes my skin with his tongue in the most filthy way, wishing he was about six inches higher, in the juncture of my thighs where I’m throbbing.

And I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something I’ve never had before more than I want this.

I’m panting. Fucking panting. I close my eyes tight, clamping down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning or screaming or, I don’t know, sacrificing myself to whatever imaginary God will take me .

“You good, Red?”

I look down again, finding Logan peering up at me, a slightly smug smile ghosting his lips.

Not trusting my words, or my ability to form them, I nod. Fast.

“You keep squirming,” he says, pressing another kiss to my skin. “Anyone would think you want more…”

“I do!” I sob, snapping my mouth shut when I realize I just said that out loud. Feeling my cheeks burn, I kind of want to hide inside my sweatshirt. But I don’t.

A Cheshire Cat grin spreads across Logan’s face. “Well, why didn’t you just say so, baby?”

My eyes widen as his hands skirt up my thighs, under the hem of my sweatshirt, and when I feel his fingers link into the waist of my underwear, I freeze because what the hell is happening?

Placing my hands over his, I stop him. “I’ve never done this before.”

His smile changes from smug to gentle, the heated look in his eyes softening some. “I know.”

“I don’t—” With an inward groan I roll my eyes at myself. Why is this so fucking embarrassing? “I don’t know what to do…” I admit sheepishly.

“You don’t need to do anything, Red,” he assures me. “Just take off your panties, sit back, and show me that perfect pussy I’ve been dreaming about eating ever since I licked your cum off my fingers back in Michigan.”

Oh. My. God.

As if I’m no longer in control of my own body, I shift my hips upwards, allowing Logan to drag my underwear down my legs.

And then, with a look of utter adoration in his lust-filled gaze, I let him push my knees apart, biting hard on the inside of my cheek when I see his eyes drop from my mine to where I’m completely open to him in a way I’ve never been open to anyone before .

“Fuck’s sake…” Logan mutters, pushing his glasses up his nose and staring at my pussy. He looks up at me through his thick lashes, eyes suddenly glazed and heavy lidded. Licking his bottom lip again, he shakes his head. “You are going to be the fucking death of me, Red.”

I swallow hard, assuming that’s a good thing.

Removing his glasses, Logan lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, then lifts the other so that my foot is resting on the countertop, arms wrapping around my thighs.

And when his fingers scissor me open, I should be mortified.

I’m spread wide, and my most intimate parts are literally inches from his face.

But with the way he’s looking at me, I’ve never felt so strong, so sexy, so empowered.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, inching closer and closer. When he blows a teasing hot breath over my core, I suck in a gasp, and he glances up at me with curious grin. “What’s got you so wet, baby?”

“Nutella,” I sass, unable to stop my smart mouth.

His low, devious chuckle does things to me I cannot even begin to explain, and when he leans in, I stop breathing altogether, my eyes rolling back in my head at the very first feel of his warm, wet tongue licking me firm all the way up to where my swollen clit is aching.

“Ohmygod,” I cry out.

Logan’s eyes remain fixed on mine, and watching him watch me as he circles my clit with his expert tongue is a new level of filthy I never knew I needed in my life.

When he nibbles on my clit, sucking on it, my back arches, and I react in a way that would see me falling off the countertop if he didn’t have me pinned down by my thighs.

“Fuck,” I whisper between shuddering breaths.

He’s like a man possessed. The more he licks me, the more determined he is, his lips, tongue, even the bridge of his nose, working me over, growling at me, feasting on me like a man starved .

My body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of my skin prickling. My nipples ache, breasts heavy, and I push up under my sweater, pinching one of the peaked buds and rolling it between my fingers, desperate for some semblance of relief.

Watching me touch myself, Logan reaches a hand up under my sweater, palming my other breast, drawing teasing circles around the nipple with not nearly enough pressure.

“I’m so close already,” I whine, feeling my legs begin to quake as the familiar coil at the base of my spine begins to tighten. I want it so fucking bad, but I also never want it to end.

I rake my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. And when he moves his tongue in a way that sends a jolt straight up my spine, I tug at his longer lengths, holding him against me, and he groans, heightening the sensation. “Oh, my God, yes. Please keep doing that!”

“Pull my fucking hair again,” Logan rasps against me, moaning when I comply.

My hips shift, seeking more, and the noises I’m making don’t even sound like me. I’m feral, unbridled, absolutely unhinged in the best way.

Logan’s eyes shine up at me, heat and possessiveness and a hint of mirth in his gaze.

And right as he pinches my nipple, almost to the point of pain, he sucks my clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, and everything around me grows cloudy, the world slipping away as I fall back onto to the counter, writhing uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt tears through me, taking everything and leaving me a boneless mess of quivering limbs until I almost black out completely.

It's only when I feel Logan’s warmth wrap around me that I open my eyes, finding him leaning over me, strong arms bracketed on either side my head, intoxicating scent enveloping me, lulling me into a dazed, dream-like state.

His lips and chin are glistening, and I know it’s from me, but I don’t care. I probably should, but I don’t. At all. Instead, I smile a no doubt dopey ass grin that makes him chuckle .

“You okay?”

“I think that’s my new favorite thing,” I say, my voice all light and airy, like I’ve just smoked a full blunt, despite never smoking weed before in my life.

“I bet.” Logan chuckles again, his eyes roaming all over my face, fingers gently smoothing my hair back from my sweat beaded forehead.

I stare up at him, momentarily caught off guard by a somewhat familiar emotion curling around my chest. I thought I’d lost it a long time ago.

I thought I’d lost it before I’d even gotten a chance at experiencing it fully.

I thought I was destined to never experience it again.

But it’s here. It’s consuming, and it’s so fucking real.

Logan cups my cheek, tracing the curve of my Cupid’s bow with the pad of his thumb, causing my eyes to flutter closed as he seals his mouth over mine in a searing kiss that breathes a long-lost life into me.

He groans, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, dancing with mine, and I can taste myself and him, and together, we’re perfection.

And I don’t know what this is, but I know I’m not letting it go again. Not this time.