Free Beyond Layers: Layer Series Book Four (Layers Series 4) by TL Alexander

Logan.”
    A strong hand cups my breast. “Close your eyes and just feel, angel. Feel me. Only me.”
    I close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his calloused fingers caressing my breasts. After several long titillating moments, he pinches my nipple and I let it all go. I open my eyes and take in the man before me. He’s here, he’s beautiful, he’s alive, and he wants me. Look at him, Sam. Look at the want and lust in his eyes. Take what you need, girlfriend, and let the rest go.
    He grins. “There you are, angel. I knew you’d come back to me.”
    “Strip. Slowly,” I whisper.
    His smile kicks into a cocky grin as he slowly pulls his tee off from the back collar. You know what I’m talking about. That sexy way only guys can do. I tried it once; it’s not a girl thing. If you don’t believe me, stand in front of a mirror and go for it.
    Tee tossed aside, his big, stick-holding hands tug on the waist of his board shorts and they slowly fall to the floor. I prop up onto my elbows. Well, hello there. Aren’t you a lovely sight? And oh so… bountiful and beautiful, yes, I said beautiful. Never thought a guy’s junk could be so gloriously beautiful. I feel a smile take over the bottom half of my face.
    “Well?”
    I lick my lips and shrug. “I guess it will do. It will be hard but—”
    He’s on me in a nanosecond, leaning over me, holding my hands over my head. “It most definitely will be hard and maybe more than you can handle, angel.”
    I giggle like an idiot. “I wasn’t planning on handling it, but…”
    He bites my right nipple—hard.
    “Ouch!”
    Smirking over it, he latches on to it with his perfect full lips, before sucking it into his hot perfect mouth.
    “Mm.”
    “You like?”
    “No. Hate it—utterly and completely,” I tease.
    He smiles as he treats my other nipple to a warm tongue bathing.
    Soon the bathing turns into a breast-flesh loving frenzy. Never have I begged a man to stop sucking on my nipples, but his talented lips and tongue feel like torture after a few minutes. Never have my ta-tas been so loved, so worshiped, and so stimulated to the point I could come. Logan Romano is a tits man. An honest to God, tits-licking, sucking, playing, tits-master.
    “God, Logan, I’ve never….”
    “I’m just getting started, angel.”
    And oh-my-sweet-boy, he wasn’t kidding. Trailing his perfect lips down my belly, over my narrow landing strip, he touches down right on target. The master paints his next masterpiece with his tongue: lending, layering, feathering, wet-into-wet, over and over, again and again. When I come undone under his masterful lips, he licks and sucks his canvas clean and begins anew.
    Three masterpieces complete, I find myself still wanting. Sam, you greedy little bitch. But I can’t help it. I need more; I need to be attached, to be filled, to be taken. I need to be fucked.
    “Logan,” I breathe. “I need… Please.”
    “Tell me what you need,” he whispers over my swollen clit.
    I tug on his hair. He stops mid-glazing, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
    I silently beg him to relieve my wantonness. Never in my life have I wanted a man to fill me, to take me, to paint me with his seed, tame me with his aching need, more than this man, more than at this moment.
    Message received, he grabs his shorts off the floor and removes a condom from a no-longer- hidden pocket. He tears it open with his teeth and rolls it down his beautiful cock like the love-master he is.
    The veins in his neck pulse, the muscles in his biceps flex, his corded and packed chest and abs heave with restraint. His body is saying, fuck her hard and fast , but he somehow seems to sense or understand this is more than a fuck to me; it’s a new beginning.
    He leans his big, hard perfection over me. Giving me half his weight, he nuzzles my neck. I breathe in his maleness, his strength, his need. He lifts himself off me and I touch his flesh for the first time. As I run my left