Part 39 (2/2)

”Don't be afraid of me.”

”I'm not,” she told him, willing it to be true.

”Some men take their pleasure from a woman and don't care about giving any of that pleasure back. Or they don't know how. I've always thought that was criminal.”

He opened another b.u.t.ton, then another. When she looked down, she could see the inner curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s where the front of the s.h.i.+rt no longer closed.

Slowly, giving her time to absorb what he was doing, stopping to talk to her and kiss her, he stroked those curves, first one side and then the other.

She closed her eyes and clenched her hands, ordering herself not to leap away.

He kept up the stroking, and she felt her nipples tighten until they became hard points of sensation.

He touched them through the s.h.i.+rt, rubbing back and forth across each crest.

”Oh!”

”You like that?”

”Yes,” she breathed out.

”It feels even better skin to skin. Like when you brushed your b.r.e.a.s.t.s against me. Can I show you?”

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. He slipped his hand under the s.h.i.+rt, finding one tight point, rubbing it, then taking it between his thumb and finger and squeezing gently.

When he pushed the fabric aside and circled the other aching bud with his tongue, she began to tremble.

”Are you all right?”

”Yes. I didn't know anything could feel that good.”

”There's a lot more. We're just getting started.” He kissed her lightly, then drew back. ”But it only works if you feel comfortable with me. Will it scare you if I take off my s.h.i.+rt?”

”I...” She honestly didn't know.

Reaching for the hem of his T-s.h.i.+rt, he pulled it off. The top part of him was naked. When she caught her breath, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the hollow of her palm, then nibbling at her knuckles.

She turned her hand, stroking his lips with her finger.

”That's nice.”

She focused on his face, because she had to keep reminding herself that this was Logan-and he had said he would take care of her. And this wasn't so different from the night before when she had rolled up her s.h.i.+rt.

Still, her heart was hammering inside her chest as he pushed her s.h.i.+rt aside, then gathered her to him, moving her body so that he slid her nipples against the roughened hair of his chest.

Like last night, she reminded herself, only now he was the one doing it.

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