Page 8 of Hot Pursuit (Love To The Rescue #1)
“Please, kiss me,” I found myself almost begging, knowing I was completely sure I wanted this to go somewhere. If I didn’t take a chance, I knew I would regret it until the day I died. “Please,” I whimpered, pressing my chest firmly against his.
“Oh, baby, I love hearing you beg, but you gotta know with me, you never have to.” The last word ended with a hushed grunt. Logan’s hands slipped through the back of my hair, and he gently tugged it back, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re mine, Violeta Perez.” And with that promise, his lips came down on mine, and just like that, it felt like all the air was sucked out of my lungs.
He gifted me the most beautiful, sweetest, tender first kiss anyone could have ever dreamt of.
Well worth the wait. His firm lips dragged against mine, savoring every moment before his tongue slid against my bottom lip, wickedly demanding I open for him.
But he didn’t need to. I happily did as he asked, loving the way he tasted.
His tongue dipped inside my mouth, and I moaned.
I loved the way he tasted. Manly and slightly minty.
His scent wafted around me, pulling me in deeper.
Making me feel unbelievably safe despite not knowing what I was doing.
His tongue plundered my mouth, and when I made a soft little purr sound, the softness in his kiss was gone.
It turned deeper. Rougher. Wetter. Almost feral.
Logan coaxed my tongue, and when they touched, I couldn’t stop the needy sound that bubbled up from my chest. Every nerve ending felt awake.
My hands grew bolder. They moved up and down his shoulders and arms, then into his hair. My hips couldn’t seem to sit still either. Not when his length felt so good between my legs. I rolled and grinded against him.
“Slow down, princess,” he grunted roughly, but I was too far gone. His words of caution simply enflamed the need inside of me. Slowing down sounded worse than death.
“Please,” I whimpered. I wanted more. I wasn’t sure how much more, but I trusted Logan.
“Fuck.” In the blink of an eye, Logan flipped us over, pressing my back against the mattress, gentle enough so he wouldn’t hurt me bruised body.
My chest rose and fell. I reached for him, but he shook his head and reached for my wrists.
Somehow taking both in the hold of one of his hands and gripping them above my head.
“You gotta slow down, Violet,” he rasped. His lips dropped to mine, and my thighs opened wider to accommodate his body between my legs. “Jesus, look at you. Below me, spreading those pretty legs for me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered quickly and confidently despite the way my voice shook.
His lips touched mine again, and we got lost in the kiss for a moment.
Every kiss felt like the first yet somehow just a little better.
He was patient with me. Teaching me how to kiss him.
Then his lips left mine and kissed the corner of my mouth then my jaw.
But when his lips touched my neck? I thought I was going to come out of my skin with how good it felt.
His jaw was scruffy, making my toes curl.
Wetness coated my inner thighs, and I wondered if he could feel it despite the layers of clothes between us.
“Lo-Logan,” I stuttered, but he didn’t stop. When his mouth reached my collarbone, my nipples tightened almost painfully. “Tou-Touch me. Please.”
“Patience, princess,” he whispered. My back arched off the mattress to try and coax his mouth a little lower, but he wouldn’t be tempted. His lips glided back and forth against my collarbone, one side then the next.
“You taste sweeter than honey, Violeta,” he growled, saying my name in Spanish. “So damn sweet and all mine,” he rasped, lapping at my skin. “Only mine.” I shivered at the possessive tone, but he pulled away, making me pout.
“Why?” I tried to pull my hands from his hold to pull him in closer, desperate to feel more. “Don’t stop, please.” I felt no shame in begging. It surprised me. Logan made me feel safe enough to ask for what I wanted. What I needed.
“Shh,” he hushed, “we don’t want to move too fast.”
“Why?” I whined. “I’m okay with fast,” I cried.
“Fucking hell.” He pressed his forehead against mine and took a deep breath. “Vi, baby. Do you trust me?” I nodded, not needing even a moment to think about it.
“I do.”
“I want to do this right, beautiful.” He kissed my face, littering my cheeks and the tip of my nose with tiny touches.
“I don’t think anything we do could be wrong,” I said without thinking.
“Vi—“ His voice cracked. “I want you to look back on every experience with a smile and not regret. You’ve been through a lot. I need you to be sure. Because once I take one more taste, there won’t be any turning back.” I chewed my bottom lip and blinked away tears that threatened. He was so sweet.
He wasn’t playing games. He wanted me. For reals.
“That was the best first kiss, Logan,” I admitted, needing him to know.
“You’re going to be good for my ego,” he teased gently.
“Something tells me you don’t necessarily need that.” The sassy words slipped past my lips, and he chuckled even though it sounded almost painful.
“Come here.” He let go of my hands and settled us in a spooning position, his front pressed against my back.
“Your lips are too far away like this,” I complained with a yawn.
“Sleep, my little tempting princess,” he murmured, and I found myself smiling.
Who would have thought a man like Logan Monroe would find me tempting? With that thought, I slipped back to sleep, resting more deeply than I could have ever imagined possible.