Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 15

Warning! Sexual Material in this chapter!

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"I want to."

He exhales a deep breathe, his scent filling my nostrils wonderfully. A mix of the woods and his shampoo, purely delicious.

I lean down, kissing him passionately against those lips of his, before rolling my hips against his, earning myself a low groan from the back of his throat.

Breaking away from the kiss slowly, I inch my way down his body, down the expanse of his shirtless chest, licking my lips hungrily.

I reach his shorts, and I feel my hands start to shake. I'm nervous, what if I do something wrong?

"Don't be nervous sweetheart, don't do anything you don't want to." He tells me sincerely, but I can hear the strain in his voice.

I nod my head. "I want to" I mumble, looping my fingers on either side of his shorts, lightly pulling them down. He does the rest while I ogle at him.

I'm too busy, attempting I memorize the newly viewed curve of his hips and the excessively large bulge his member is making against his boxer briefs.

I've never been more in awe with a human being before.

I move my hands, looping them around the sides of his boxers and hoping he can't feel how much their shaking. I pull them down just an inch, before leaning down and kissing the newly exposed skin softly, licking lightly.

I pull his boxers down a but more, all the while kissing the new skin, reveling in the way his skin erupts with little goosebumps wherever I kiss, and confused by how his body manages to stay so tan.

I take a deep breathe, pulling his boxers down the rest of the way. I gasp, embarrassed by the need that just courses through my body.

I refuse to think that something that large is supposed to fit inside of me, and rub my hands along either side of his large length, the skin feeling cool beneath my hands.

"Logan..." I breathe out, my thorough examination over, as I look up to meet him.

He looks at me for a while, and I see the passion in his eyes. It keeps me from being scared, his passion.

"Your shirt." He whispers, lifting a finger and pointing to my chest.

I know what he's asking, so I cross my arms, grabbing each side of my shirt an lifting I over my head in one swift motion.

He groans, my body clad in only my black bra and now low-rise shorts.

"You look so beautiful" He mutters, reaching for my hand. I let him take it, and he pulls me up his body, which is now close to sitting. He leans against the headboard, as I'm on my knees, and he kisses the knuckles on my hand.

"You can stop, if you want kitten, It's okay." He soothes his breathe hot against the skin of my palm. But I don't want to stop, especially after he called me kitten.

"No." I whisper, pulling my hand away, and crawling backwards so I can reach his length. Kneeling in front of his legs on the soft cushion, I reach a hand down, grabbing his length in my small hand.

Going purely off instinct, I move my hand up and down, slowly and carefully. I look up at him for approval, and he has his eyes screwed shut, and his breathing ragged.

"Fuck, Kat. Just like that baby." He soothes, and I move my hand, curious and wondering. This whole situation is new to me, and I couldn't be happier I was experiencing it with Logan Chambers.