Page 12 of Hot Pursuit (Love To The Rescue #1)

EIGHT

LOGAN

The road to hell was paved with good intentions. I wanted to take things slow. Make her feel safe and not spook her off. But it had been too damn hard not to get her settled in my place.

I liked where I lived, but it didn’t feel like home until she crossed the threshold of the front door last night. Putting her things next to mine, giving them a home, was important to me. I wasn’t sure why, but there was no way I was going to let her be in my house living out of fucking bins.

Those days were over, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Her things had a place now. A home. Not only that, but she’d just told me she was going to give me a chance.

Give us a chance. I knew what a lucky SOB I was.

I’d been honest about how I felt, and she hadn’t run off on me like she would have had every right to.

Fucking hell, I had no idea what I’d done in my life to deserve the beauty that was Violet, but I was going to work my ass to the bone to make her happy.

Not only wasn’t she freaking out, she looked hopeful. Like she wanted to believe in everything I offered. I got it now. She might not have told me the nitty, gritty details, but the overview of how she had grown up and why she felt like people in her life never really stuck around made sense.

Until me.

I was going to change that shit.

With me came my family. Both the one I was born into and the one wearing blue and all the friends I’d made on the way.

With time, she would see I was in this for the long haul.

That she would never be alone again. Hell, if I had it my way, we would be working on little mini me’s as soon as she felt better.

My beautiful, bold, brave girl shifted and straddled my lap. I swallowed hard as she innocently pressed her sweet little cunt against my hard length.

“Fuck, Vi, you feel so fucking good. Too good,” I rasped. My fingers ran through the length of her hair.

“That’s you, all you.” She rolled her pretty hips and mewled softly. “I’ve never felt anything so good.” Shit, her soft-spoken dirty words were going to make me embarrass myself.

She grinded and shimmied her hips against me.

Over and over. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

My balls drew up tightly, and I forced myself to pull away even though my body wanted nothing more than to pull both our shorts down and sink deep inside her.

I couldn’t believe her first kiss had just been the night before.

She kissed me with confidence and trust. It humbled me.

It made me feel like I could conquer the world if she asked me to.

Hell, I’d do anything for her.

“How badly are you hurting?” I mumbled. Violet was about to answer when I cut her off, cupping her face with both hands, “Honestly?” I urged. “One to ten. No lies.”

“Three,” she quickly answered.

“I should put you in a bath right now. Let your muscles and body relax.” I groaned. My dick strained against my pants, and my jaw clenched so fucking tightly I was surprised it didn’t crack.

“But, Logan?—“

“But we’re going to do something else first,” I cut her off. Her lips rose into a pretty smile. “You’re going to take a bath, but first, we’re going to play.” I needed her. I wanted to watch her come for me. To come apart in my arms and give me that beauty.

“We are?” she asked with excitement glittering in her eyes. I nodded and picked her up, setting her down in the middle of our bed before pulling down the gym shorts I’d let her borrow.

“Logan!” She tried to close her knees, but I tsked.

“None of that. No hiding. Not from me.”

“Logan.” She looked up at me. Her beautiful chest rose and fell, like she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I’m going to eat you, beautiful,” I shared, skimming her calves with the tips of my fingers.

I watched her swallow. Her eyes dropped to my mouth and then down my body.

“I need to taste you so damn badly, I can hardly breathe.” Her eyes returned to mine, and I leaned forward, pulling the material of the hoodie she had borrowed up, exposing her stomach and pretty navel.

“Please tell me I can taste you, princess,” I rasped, dropping my head and licking the spot just above her belly button. She purred, and her stomach muscles quivered beneath my lips.

“Please. I want that. I want…” I gazed up, and when our eyes connected, she continued talking, rocking my world, “I want everything with you, Logan.” My dick twitched behind my jeans. “I know it’s fast, crazy fast, but I want you to be my first.”

“Oh, baby, I’m going to be your first. First and only,” I promised. “Now, let me take that hoodie off you and get you nice and comfortable.” I helped her lift the material up and over her head before I tossed it behind me, not giving a shit where it landed.

“Jesus Christ, Vi. You’re fucking beautiful,” I growled. Beautiful wasn’t the right word. Drop dead gorgeous. And mine.

But I couldn’t string two more words together.

Not when she opened her legs for me and showed me every single bit of herself.

I watched as her lips opened, and her tight entrance clenched like it needed to be filled.

I hadn’t even touched her yet, but I knew she’d be tight.

My nose flared as I breathed in her scent. Sweet. Like spun vanilla and peaches.

“Rest. Lie back,” I hoarsely ordered, loving how she simply did as I asked.

“Like this?” she asked innocently. I responded with a grunt. I pressed a kiss to the middle of her pretty thigh.

“Just like that.” I licked, and she giggled. The sound went straight to my head like aged bourbon. “Perfect, baby. Now relax.” I pressed another kiss against her silky flesh before bending her leg and resting her heel against the top of the mattress.

“How?” Her voice cracked. “How am I supposed to relax when you’re?—"

“Between your legs?” I winked, and she blushed. My eyes dropped to her glistening center, and I licked my lips. She was so wet and dewy, dripping between her folds for me.

“Fuck, baby girl. Look at you. All pink. Swollen.” I touched her slowly. Dragging fingers between her slit, coating them with her arousal, making them slippery against her flesh.

“Logan.” Her breathing was off as I dipped my face down and blew lightly against her swollen clit.

“Yes, baby?”

“I need… oh god!” My eyes caught her toes curling, and her fists clenched my bedding.

I had no idea when I left for work the day before that I’d have the woman of my dreams on my bed today. If I had, I’d gone out and bought new bedding, littered it with rose petals, and filled our bedroom with candlelight.

One day, sooner than later, I’d do that for her. Shit, I would do anything to make Vi smile and feel loved. That was now my new mission in life. My priority.

My hand stroked her abdomen, and she said my name again slightly gargled. I loved the way my big paw held the soft roundness of her belly. I gripped it firmly, and when my tongue took its first swipe, her back arched off the mattress.

“Logan!” she cried, and my tongue delved into her opening.

Her sweet, tangy feminine essence all but coated my tongue.

Her flavor blossomed against my taste buds, and I knew I would never get enough of her.

I needed lifetimes to get enough, and even then, I would be a greedy bastard.

“Oh god! Lo-Logan! Yes! Please!Don’t stop! ” she begged beautifully.

“Don’t worry about that,” I growled before gently spreading her legs wider. “Never gonna get enough of you,” I promised before I kept worshipping at her sex.

I felt like a feral animal.

I ate her like a man possessed. Starved and gluttonous for my beauty. I could faintly make out the sexy-as-sin sounds she made through the roaring in my head.

“Never gonna stop,” I mumbled quickly before going back to eating her. Never. She was mine. Fuck, I could live between her legs for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Logan—" She didn’t say another word. Not when her hands took ahold of my hair and held on like I was a bronco, and she was determined to hold on for more than eight seconds. Her back arched and her body spasmed, but I never stopped. I ate her through her orgasm and almost through a second. I knew she was close, but my dick wouldn’t be ignored anymore. When I pulled back, she whimpered.

“What?” Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at me. “Why?” she pouted. “You said?—“

“I know, honey, but my cock needs you.” I didn’t have to say another word. I watched my beautiful angel scramble and kneel in front of me. Together, we took everyarticle of clothing off each other until we were wearing nothing but a smile.

Kneeling on the bed, the sheets a mess below us, I knew my life was about to change.

Everything I knew about it before was about to be obliterated, and I didn’t hesitate.

My head dipped down and slowly kissed Violet, hoping she could feel the love I felt already and the hope I felt about our future.

My hand cupped the back of her head, and when I pulled away, she made the most adorable little sound.

“Logan,” she whimpered.

“If you changed your mind?—“

“I didn’t.” My sweet little minx didn’t let me finish. I exhaled. Breathing in, I rested my forehead against hers. Vi’s scent enveloped me, and my dick, my poor hard-as-a-rock dick, wept with how I kept stopping. He strained towards her, and her gaze glanced down between us.

“You’re hard.”

“Ignore it,” I demanded. She giggled again.

“I don’t think I’d ever be able to ignore this.” Her hand slipped between us, and I hissed when it wrapped around me. The warmth of her palm as she stroked me up and down with the lightest touch, like she was afraid of hurting me, set my teeth on edge. My hand dropped and covered hers to stop it.

“Baby, I need you to stop,” I panted.

“Why?” she asked, wide-eyed and innocent.

“Because if you don’t, this is going to end before we get started.”

“Oh.” She blushed, and her eyes connected with mine. “Does that happen?”