My arms and legs still didn't cooperate as I wiggled out from under him and nudged Logan onto his back. His hands trailed along my sides, sending shivers through me, and the heat in his gaze lit another fire in my center. I wanted him so much I couldn't look away as I straddled his thighs, afraid if I looked away he would disappear or turn into a dream. That I would wake up and I'd still be at my apartment, depressed and alone without him.
I bit my lower lip as I settled on his thighs, not quite ready to brave another round with his massive cock. The unbelievable fullness from his first entry still sent delicious ripples through me, but every inch of my skin was hypersensitive. He held my knees, trying to pull me closer, and I braced my hands on his chest. Leaned forward so I could kiss him and feel the hard heat of his body against my stomach. I murmured, "We need some rules, Logan."
He gazed up at me, golden eyes dreamy as he stroked my back, and his hips lifted to push at me. "Rules?"
As if he had no idea what the word meant.
I tried to control the lust as another little moan slipped out, as his tongue slipped into my mouth and teased the desire to an inferno. He still tasted a little like chocolate and strawberries. I slid one hand into his long hair and pulled his face away. "Rules," I said, voice unsteady. "No controlling asshole behavior, got it? I make my own decisions."
"Sounds good, no objections," he said, arms tightening around me as he tried to kiss me again. He nibbled on my chin and stroked along my ribs. "Just let me —"
I planted a hand on his chest and sat back, heart fluttering and racing at the same time. Holy Christ, the man was my undoing. One touch and I lost all sense. But I couldn't stop touching him. Or myself. The way his eyes devoured my body, the way he reached for me — I stroked my stomach, my breasts, thinking of the way he wanted me.
"And I'm staying human," I said, swallowing the nerves at such a declaration. What if he decided to bite me anyway? Would I lose my humanity for him? "Until we talk more."
"We can talk more later," he said. Logan took himself in hand and stroked his cock, watching as I played with my nipples. A low growl rumbled through him and vibrated against me in the best possible way. "But I won't bite you. Not until you ask me to." He chuckled.
"Okay." My head tilted back and I couldn't for the life of me remember what I wanted to say. Couldn't have been that important. I eased up, and he rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, and my legs failed. I sank down on him and moaned as he filled me. The hard heat of his body ignited fire inside mine and he moved, couldn't stop moving as he thrust up and up and up, and I tried to meet his urgency with my own.
Lightning sparked around me as I rode him, orgasm rolling through me as I moved and couldn't stop, as he grabbed my hips and dragged my mouth to his. I seized up, shaking as I came, but Logan continued on and on until I lay boneless atop him.
He kissed my neck, and his teeth grazed along my shoulder as his arms tightened and captured me, as his hips jerked and the rush of his release poured into me. He cried out with me, as my nails raked down his sides, and then the only sound was panting breath and a raspy growl from him.
Logan kept kissing me as the aftershocks subsided and his body slipped from mine. He drew me close to his side, though, and pulled the sheets up over us. He kissed along my forehead, down my cheek to my ear and jaw, as if he needed to map and taste every part of me. I looked forward to it immensely.
I sighed and rested my head on his chest, eyes closed. "Don't think for a second I'll let you tell me what to do at the restaurant."
He laughed, bouncing me around, then grumbled and kissed me more. "Not at the restaurant, agreed. Does that mean I can tell you what to do everywhere else? In bed?"
"We can talk about that later," I said, flushing.
"Oh yes." His voice got all deep and I shivered in anticipation.
At least life with a lion wouldn't be boring.