Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me by Shayla Black

inside her, sinking in as far as he could. She jerked her hips up to him.
    “You’re so wet, baby. You’re making my mouth water. And you’re tight.”
    “It’s been a while,” she panted.
    A while? Wasn’t she engaged?
    “Get all wet for me, Cherry. That’s it.” He lifted his wet fingertips from her slick folds and brushed them over her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, starved for her taste. Her sweetness hit his tongue, sending him spiraling further out of control.
    God, he needed more of her. All of her. Endless days and nights beside her, inside her. If she were his, Logan would keep her constantly wet, aroused, just for the pleasure of satisfying her.
    Need driving him, Logan settled his fingers over her clit, thrilled to feel the bud so hard and swollen. For him. He settled in to touch her, do whatever necessary, until she surrendered her will to him.

     
    DROWNING in sensation, tingles razing her, Tara could hardly breathe.
    She tried to suck in a breath, but it wasn’t enough. Dizziness swam through her head, along with his masculine scent, like spice and earth. Logan oozed testosterone, drugging her senses. High on him, she soared, breath sawing, blood churning, flesh on fire.
    God, this needed to stop, and yet . . . his very touch made her feel not only powerfully female, but desired in a way she hadn’t experienced since the last time he’d held her.
    As his fingers glided through her slick folds again, Tara held her breath, waiting. Euphoria and need balled between her thighs. When he brushed over her clit, she rushed closer to the edge.
    Normally, she was professional and able to hide her emotions. Logan completely stripped that from her. Why him? Why did he always get to her in a way no man ever had?
    Too far gone to puzzle it out, she lifted to him. “Logan, please.”
    He growled against her throbbing nipple. “I’m going to ramp you up without mercy, Cherry, then take you over the edge, again and again. When you’re boneless and wrung out, I’ll just keep petting this pussy with my fingers, my tongue, taking you up, up, up until you shatter. When you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll fill you with every inch of my cock, until I’m all you can see and feel. We’ll take a hard, wild ride—the first time.”
    He inhaled against the damp skin of her neck as if he could breathe her in, all the while rubbing her clit in slow, tender circles that only made her entire body clench with arousal. She flattened her feet on the bed, legs spread, and shifted, lifted, silently urging him on.
    “After that, I’ll slide inside you again and pull every gasping, keening little breath out of you while this sweet cunt clamps down on me. Over and over. Even then, I won’t stop.”
    Every word made Tara gasp harder for her next breath. How badly she wanted to forget their painful past, her fiancé, the dangerous mission to come, and sink into the pleasure she knew Logan could deliver, this connection that she’d only ever felt with him. Desire roared like a runaway train, making a blur of her resistance and good intentions. Being with him like this was wrong in so many ways, but it felt so damn right.
    When Logan’s mouth crashed over hers, he opened her wide for his kiss. He didn’t just enter; he conquered and ravaged. He possessed.
    Tara met him, hungry, greedy, opening herself deep to him, then demanding more. His clever fingers grazed her clit, toying, brushing, sensitizing. Arousal wound fist-tight in her belly.
    “You feel so good.” He scraped the dark shadow of his whiskers covering his jaw over her sensitive nipple.
    A million new tingles cascaded over her. She gasped his name, clutching him tighter, lost in the feel of him.
    “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re almost ready to come for me, Cherry. Wait for my command. I’m going to make it the best you’ve ever felt, baby.”
    It would be. Oh God, she wanted it so bad. Every nerve in her body trembled in anticipation,