Forever Logan Elena Matthews (best contemporary novels txt) 📖

underwear and boots. My eyes happily gaze along her subtle hips, and already, my cock is bursting at the seam of my jeans. I’m a little too distracted by her thong area, and when I finally make my way up her body, I realize I missed her removing her bra, as all I’m met with are plump, juicy tits with dusty-pink nipples.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, watching her in complete awe.

“You like?” she asks with a coy smile, twirling a piece of hair that hangs around her face.

“I love,” I sputter out as I stand to my feet and charge toward her, needing her in my arms.

I gulp when she effortlessly lifts her leg until her heeled boot digs in against my stomach.

Holy shit, she’s bendy. Hot as fuck.

“Uh-uh, it’s your turn,” she all but demands before dropping her leg back down and wandering sexily toward the bed.

I turn in her direction and watch how she perches her pretty, round ass on the comforter. I expect her to cross one leg over the other in a delicate way, but when she defies that expectation and widens her legs open, showing me exactly how little her tiny thong actually covers, I almost come on the spot.

When I glance back up to her face, my nostrils flare with testosterone as pheromones shoot through my entire nervous system. All the while, she grins at me.

“You’re the devil, woman.”

“And you’re still not naked,” she points out.

This time, it’s my turn to throw her a devilish grin.

“I guess I need to change that, huh?” I say while reaching for the bottom of my sweater.

She nods but then quickly backtracks. “No, wait one second.”

I stay on the spot as she grabs her phone from where she tossed it on the bed when she pushed me onto it a few minutes ago. She slides her finger against the touch screen for a few seconds until the sound of “Pony” by Ginuwine comes through the speakers.

Setting the phone back on the bed, she returns her gaze on me. “Okay, now, you can strip.”

“Nice song choice,” I say with a raised brow.

“You’re probably the hottest guy I have ever been with, so this moment deserves the right music.”

“But Magic Mike though? Do you not remember what you called me when we first met? Channing Tatum. It was clearly an insult.”

“It wasn’t an insult.”

I tilt my head to the side, calling bullshit. “It really was.”

“Okay…it was an insult, but you loved it, and you know it.”

I did love it. It was the beginning of our love/hate relationship. One of the best moments of my life.

“You told me that day that I was out of your league. You still believe that?”

“Of course, but it doesn’t mean you can’t prove your worth—which, up to now, you have. Except you’re lacking with one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m only in panties and boots, and you’re still fully dressed. I thought you liked sex,” she comments, her lips pulling up into a sly smile.

“Well, you slowed things down when you put music on. And you know I love sex.”

She shakes her head, biting down on her finger. “It doesn’t look like it.”

This fucking woman…

Without another word, I grip the bottom of my sweater and pull it over my head, revealing my tight chest and six-pack. Keeping my eyes solely on her, I watch as her gaze takes in my chest, and she bites against her bottom lip as I throw my sweater to the floor. I reach for my zipper, and painfully slow, I slip out of my jeans. As they reach my ankles, I toe off my shoes and socks with them.

She lets out a grunt as her eyes roam over my body, and I realize this is the first time she’s seen me like this…in my naked glory.

“Logan,” she breathes out. “How are you even real?”

“I could say the same about you.”

Her eyes flutter, a breathless exhale leaving her lips at my compliment.

She focuses her gaze on the heavy bulge against my boxer shorts. “You’re still not naked.”

“Neither are you,” I mention, standing proud with my hands resting on my hips like Superman.

Wordlessly, she lies back on the bed, and with a lift of her hips, she slides her thong down her thighs. She kicks the garment in my direction before widening her legs, showing me every detail of her neatly groomed pussy.

“Should I keep going, or do you want me to keep the boots on?”

“Hell fucking yes to the boots,” I say while teasingly pulling my boxer shorts down until my very large erection springs free, showing her exactly how much he wants her. How much I want her.

I stalk toward her, my eyes fierce with feral need, my blood pumping with hunger. I have never felt a possession like it. I want to mark her, claim her, make her mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ally asks as I just stare down at her with awe.

Leaning down, I draw her legs around my waist and pull her to the end of the bed. Breathing heavily against her mouth, I say, “Do you trust me?”

“In what way?”

She always has a question for everything. Damn woman.

“In a I’d risk my life to save you from a burning house fire way.”

Her doe eyes widen in surprise, but with the way she pulls me in tighter, I feel her tough exterior walls begin to crumble around us. She’s letting me in…all the way.

“Well, since you’ve already saved me from one, how can I not trust you?” Ally tells me, smiling.

I lean down and press a quick kiss to her sweet lips.

“Then, let me feel you…all of you. I’m clean…and I swear, there has been nobody since I met you. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

She lets out a sigh, chuckling a little. “You just continue to keep wearing me down, don’t you?”

“Oh my God,” I growl with a frustrated laugh. “Can you be serious for one minute?”

Her eyes glisten with lust while her legs tighten