Free Indestructible by Angela Graham Page A

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    The sun was setting through the sheer curtains, and I realized I’d slept most of the day away yet again. It wasn’t a bad thing; I could use it to my advantage—I’d have more energy to spend a night with Logan.
    His hands stole my full attention again as they traveled back down over my ass and caressed teasing circles, massaging out the tension they found. Over and over again, he kneaded and soothed my stressed muscles. But he wasn’t taking it further, and I was in need of much more than just a good masseur.
    With a soft yawn, my eyes still closed and face planted in my pillow, I arched my back and dug my upper chest down into the mattress. His hands left me.
    No, no! Not what I was asking for. Teasing him back, I pushed my ass off the bed.
    His chest rumbled, that irresistible growl of his keeping me blissfully distracted as his palms slapped down over both my ass cheeks, strong and demanding. The sound echoed off the walls surrounding us.
    “You know what happens to a woman that teases her man, right sweetheart?”
    “Mmm,” I moaned sleepily, enjoying him bathing my sting with his caressing touch. Oh, I hoped I knew.
    When he gripped the hem of my panties, my breath shuddered. All too slowly, he dragged them down just under my ass, and then there was nothing. Where were his hands?
    I wiggled my hips just the slightest bit; my silent plea for more. The anticipation was building, stirring my arousal.
    “So damn beautiful.” His words vibrated across my skin, causing goose bumps to swell over my backside.
    There he was—watching me again. To be fair, I’d have been doing the same thing if the tables were turned.
    My enjoyment of his words amplified when his lips swept over my ass, followed by his teeth nibbling my flesh. Oh my… that was new. And I wasn’t complaining—not at all.
    With each kiss and lap of his tongue gliding over my skin, my arousal grew, eliciting a strangled moan. I couldn’t take anymore, and my body must have sent out the signals because his hands moved down the cleft of my ass and found their way under me, sliding into my wetness.
    I bucked against him with the first thrust. Again and again, his fingers worked over me. My body cowered to his actions. Another finger slipped inside while his thumb played skillfully with my pressure point until I was on my knees, panting his name and grinding against his hand.
    “Logan,” I moaned, “don’t stop.”
    My fingers curled desperately into the sheets. I wanted to cry out louder but silenced myself, aware we weren’t home alone.
    “Never.” His other hand splayed over my hip, holding me in place while he seized full control of the pace. My shirt was halfway up my back and begging to be removed.
    His warm breath sizzled on the back of my neck. He collected my hair in his fist and let it fall down over one side of my shoulder before returning to his grip on my hip. My desire swelled when he lifted my shirt further up my back and kissed between my shoulder blades.
    I arched my back further and whimpered, unable to resist the feeling of his lips on such a sensitive area that had never experienced such treatment. I wanted more and he gave it, running his tongue up my back, sending a tremor through me. The scruff on his cheeks prickled against my tingling flesh until he reached the nape of my neck.
    Thrusting harder, he held me closer, his other hand wrapped under my waist. His fingers never ceased as he added a third, filling me, stretching me. My mind was drunk with desire.
    “All mine,” he murmured.
    Yes, all his. Always his. The man knew exactly what I needed…exactly where to touch me….exactly how to clear the sludge from my head.
    I was losing control. Fierce sparks of my impending orgasm wracked my limbs, and with another buck of my hips, I exploded around him. My arms gave out, and Logan followed me down as I sank into the mattress. As I inhaled a few times to catch my breath, his hand slid gradually from my body.
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