Chapter 22

Logan took a deep breath. “If I do that, I might end up getting carried away.”

I looked into his eyes. “I trust you.”

He nodded and then pushed his boxers to the floor, letting his rock-hard cock spring free. I gasped—his whole body was just as muscled and toned as his chest. His ass was as firm as Adonis.

“God. You’re hot,” I said before I had a chance to take the words back.

He smiled. “So are you,” he said as he crawled over my body and his lips descended upon mine, this time, letting himself down so that I could feel the whole length of his body against mine. “Is this what you wanted to feel?” he asked as he grazed his cock between my folds.

“Oh. God. I want you, Logan,” I said. “Fuck! You feel so good.” I rocked against his cock involuntarily, and the head slipped in just a bit, but he quickly pulled it back out.

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