Page 65 of Structure of Love

“Not apples, huh?” A very smug, masculine smile curved his mouth up. Those brown eyes, though, they were all hunger. “Remind me to give you a go-ahead word next time.”

That was it! That was the word I’d been looking for! God, this man had beauty and brains. I was so fucking lucky.

Logan took me at my word and slid back an inch, then pushed in, still gentle. Which felt great but alsonot what I needed right now.

This damn man was a tease. “Lo-Logan!”

“I hear the protest. This better?”

His next thrust was harder, spot on, and I spasmed. God, yes, so much better. Each thrust was harder, so hard I moved across the bed a bit, but I couldn’t focus. The sensation of having him fuck me took all my bandwidth. Little grunts and gasps tore from my throat, and I became nothing more than a live wire of pleasure.

He got a knee up on the bed, and I vaguely realized I’d moved so much with each thrust, I wasn’t at the edge anymore. Logan paused enough to get the other knee up, and then he leaned all the way in, forcing my legs farther apart, but I was eager to have him closer. I grasped his shoulders, pulling him in, wanting every inch of my skin to press against his.

Those thrusts had a different angle, but it was glorious, fulfilling, and I could feel his breath panting on my shoulder.

I needed…I needed something more.

Him closer.

Harder thrusts.

To come.

Something.

I felt like I dangled on the cusp of something, and I just wanted anything that would take me over the edge. A palm pressed to my mouth and I licked it, not even sure why—it just felt like the right thing to do. His skin tasted of salt, and I heard him suck in a shuddering breath as my tongue traced his palm.

“You’re determined to drive me insane.” Logan grunted, taking the hand away.

How dare you take my toy away— Oh! The saliva-wet palm wrapped around my dick and jerked it, giving me the attentionI craved so desperately. I clamped my ankles around his back, trying to drive him in deeper, and it was like I’d flipped a switch. He groaned, and the next thrust was harder and perfect, striking my prostate dead-on. I saw stars, barely caught my breath before he did it again, andmotherfucker, why was this so amazing?

My climax came with a bang, ripping through me, and I fell apart in his arms. I think I screamed—I felt the sensation of air rushing out of my throat—but I focused on the relief, the pleasure, the way his arms snatched me close.

Wow, the world was beautiful. I was just going to…hmmm…lie here a while, yeah. Was afterglow supposed to be like this? I felt high, so relaxed and almost disconnected from the outside world, and thriving on this pleasure still tingling along my skin.

I think I checked out for a second. I heard Logan use mouthwash, or brush his teeth, or something, which made sense considering where his mouth had been. Then he came back with a damp towel, carefully wiping me clean before settling in next to me. I snagged an arm, pulled him in closer, and managed to get my eyes open and focused on his.

“Holy shit,” I managed. “Can we do it again?”

A smile broke out over his face before he leaned in, softly pressing his lips to mine. “We can do it again. I’d love to reverse things too.”

“I can’t promise to break your brain like you just broke mine, but I’ll give it my all.”

Logan stayed slightly propped up, head on his hand, looking down at me while his other hand rested on my stomach. “I didn’t do anything earth shattering, y’know?”

First of all, bullshit, this man was a sex god. Second of all… “That was the first time I’ve ever been rimmed.”

Logan’s head almost dropped out of his hand in surprise. “Seriously?!”

“I’ve rimmed people before, but never the reverse. No one really rims a top, after all.”

He still stared like he was trying to wrap his head around my statement and kind of failing. “Thank you. I finally understand what you meant, I think. About not trusting anyone else to get so close. I’m…wow. Damn, I have no idea what I did to make you trust me that much, but go me?”

I laughed and kissed his pec—the closest thing I could reach without doing something super athletic and actually lifting my head. I didn’t have the energy yet.

“You were willing to wait for sex and weren’t impatient about it,” I said. “That told me what kind of man you are, right there.”

“It’s a very sad, low bar to cross.”