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once his lips touched the warm flesh of her inner thigh. “You’re smooth as silk.” He let his hands lead the way up her body, nudging her dress with his nose as he went. “And I bet you taste as sweet as honey.”
    Her fingers tangled in his hair. She planted her heels and thrust her hips forward, just a bit. Just enough. “What are you doing to me?” she mumbled.
    “I’m untying you.” Logan brushed his hand over her panties and found them damp with heat. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”
    “Yeah, it’s uh”—she shook—“been a while since someone has done this to me, so…”
    His gaze slid up her beautiful body. Veronica was flat on her back, her neck raised to watch him crawl over her. Her mouth was parted slightly, her eyes glimmering with desire.
    “How long?” he asked, beginning to tremble with his own need.
    “Weeks.” Her breath hitched as he swiped his fingers over her panties and swirled them over her sensitive spot. “Could’ve been months.”
    “Months?” Logan couldn’t control the shrill in his voice. “What’s wrong with the men in this part of town? Are they blind? Senseless? ” Stupid as fuck? “That’s just not right.”
    She quivered from his touch. “I don’t know, but right about now I’m wishing there were more like you around here.”
    “It’s a damn shame, but baby, I’m one of a kind.”
    Teasingly slow, Logan peeled Veronica’s panties off her legs and tossed them aside. He pushed her dress to her waist, and then slipped his fingers into her folds. He groaned at the feel of her. She was slick. Warmer and softer than he could’ve imagined.
    “Oh, God.” She lifted her hips and clawed at his back.
    “Oh, yes.”
    Logan’s eyes rolled back and his back teeth grinded until his jaw ached. Damn it, he was drawn so tight. Too tight. His muscles were on the verge of cramping, and they hadn’t even started yet.
    He hovered over her, watching her face change as pleasure took over. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened as she gasped for air. He had to taste her. Had to roll his tongue against hers. Keeping one of his fingers working her soft flesh, Logan braced himself on his other hand and brought his mouth down over hers. It was more than a kiss. It was an electric shot of lust that hit him hard. As though she felt the same thing, Veronica moaned, robbing him of his breath. She surrendered, her body rolling as her orgasm took hold.
    “Holy hell.” She dropped her hands onto her forehead and went still beneath him. “Holy, holy, holy hell.”
    “You’re still able to formulate words?” Logan slipped a finger inside her, then another, and began to massage her from the inside out. “No, that’s just not good enough. I want you to feel so good that you speak in tongues.”
    Veronica inhaled sharply as Logan lowered his head between her legs. She grasped at his shoulders, urging him on by sliding her hand up his neck and guiding his head where she wanted it. He licked a slow, lazy line through her slit and moaned as the succulent flavors hit his tongue. She quivered. Shook. Her thighs fluttered on either side of his head. He wanted to dive into her and stay there awhile. Savor every last ounce. Lick her until he lost feeling in his lips.
    “You’re going to make me…holy—” She drove her hips upward in time with the quick flicks of his tongue. “Logan…you’re going to…”
    “Um-hm.” He couldn’t pull away to mutter a single word, so he let the words vibrate into her core.
    She clutched at his shoulders, desperate, hungry, and then raked her nails into his skin, starting off an explosion of pleasure unlike anything Logan had ever experienced. It may as well have been his pleasure, and his orgasm. He was rising to his own peak, tightening and flexing, reaching for something just out of reach.
    Hell, yes.
    He swirled his tongue faster, slower, plunged it inside, feasted on her wetness. Veronica screamed, her voice ringing through the living