Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(27)

“A fucking lot,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t have many obsessions in life. Just you and my music. You both got me through the last twenty years.”

My pulse thrummed through me, and I found my fingers sinking deeper into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He didn’t set me down, and in the semidarkness of his room—two bedside lamps the only illumination—there was a cloak of comfort around us. “Do you play any other instruments?”

“Piano, drums, bass, violin, and trombone.”

Of course. “I mean, the trombone was a given,” I said dryly.

Logan shot me a slow smile as he strolled into his gray marbled bathroom. The first thing I noticed was the black bathtub, large enough to fit six people. “Would you like a shower, Precious? I’d like to take care of you.”

The ache in my chest was intense, and I was afraid that it might already be too late for me to protect my heart. “That would be nice.” My voice sounded weird. I felt weird.

But I needed this too.

The water started from the multiple showerheads as he set me on my feet. He didn’t remove his hands from me, though, his palm sliding along my spine to unlace the corset tie of my dress. Fire licked across my skin everywhere he touched, and when the bodice and skirt were loose enough, I stepped free, leaving myself in just a white lace thong.

Logan made a low, desperate sound. “You’ve been sent here to destroy me, Precious.” He stroked a fingertip across my bare shoulders. “I’m one of the strongest warlocks in the world, and you could crumble me with a blink of those blue eyes.”

It was a heady feeling, this intensity in my chest as it spilled from me. Pushing up on my toes, I brought my lips closer, and when Logan responded, there was an actual collision of power. I gasped against his soft mouth. Logan took advantage of my parted lips and pushed between them, his tongue stroking mine. I almost came undone with that one taste. Pressing against him, desperate to ease the ache between my legs, I barely resisted the urge to hump his side.

Logan’s hands roamed up the front of my thighs and stroked across the material of my thong, pressing against my clit as he caressed the silk. “So wet already, Precious,” he murmured, deepening the kiss. His fingers slipped under my panties, sliding through the slickness. I was fucking soaked, and as he slid one finger inside me, he captured my moan in his mouth.

A second finger joined the first, moving slowly at first, before he increased the speed, fucking me harder. His thumb circled my clit, and all the while he never released my mouth from his.

The intense buildup of pleasure almost knocked me to the floor, but Logan’s free hand kept me upright. “Fuck,” I gasped, wrenching my mouth away to breathe and moan. I tried desperately to keep my voice down, hoping the music was loud enough to hide what was happening in here.

“Fuck, Logan,” I cried again, as everything tightened, and the explosion of pleasure sent darkness dancing around the edge of my vision.

His fingers didn’t halt their assault, drawing out every second of the orgasm, and by the time he slowly withdrew them, I’d have been sprawled on the floor if it wasn’t for his strength holding me up. I gasped when he lifted his fingers to his mouth, lapping up my release. “Goddess be damned, baby,” he groaned. “You taste even better than I remember.” His voice was a low caress across my sensitive nerves, and I had no words as I watched him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He stripped away his clothes in a heartbeat, and my head spun as he removed my thong and shifted us both under the warm water. Expecting him to grab the bodywash, I was completely unprepared when Logan dropped to his knees, burying his mouth in my pussy, devouring whatever remained of my orgasm.

Getting “cleaned up” had never felt so fucking good.

“You taste like forever, Precious,” he groaned, and I slid my hands into his hair as the building pleasure destroyed my ability to talk.

The second orgasm was no less intense than the first, and once again it was only Logan’s hands on the back of my thighs that kept me upright. He was destructive, this spellcaster, in every fucking way.

My mind floated in blissed-out ecstasy, and I reached for his hard length, wanting to return the gesture. Logan’s dick was as impressive as the last time I saw it, thick and hard, the end red and already seeping pre-cum.

Eating my pussy had turned him on, and I was desperate for a taste of him.

“Not tonight, Precious,” he said, capturing my wrist before I could touch him. “Tonight is about you. I want to take care of you.”

I had no idea what to say, and by the time I formed a protest, he had the bodywash in his hands and was doing what I’d expected earlier.

Cleaning me up.

With his hands, he gently rubbed soap over every inch of my skin, the minty gel coating me in his scent. Once I was clean and rinsed, he shut off the water and dried me with a fluffy gray towel. Then he nudged me toward a shelf of toiletries.

“Finish getting ready for bed while I tell those assholes to shut the fuck up,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re exhausted.”

He was gone before I could comment, and I took a few seconds to sort myself out. My legs were weak, my pulse thrummed, and if my magic weren’t suppressed, I’d be calling monsters with the intensity of the swirls of energy in my center.

Logan had me off-kilter, and even as I brushed my teeth and used some moisturizer from the bottle on his shelf, I couldn’t calm down. When I exited the bathroom, Logan was there, sliding his hands under my thighs to bring me up against his body once more. He strode to the bed and pulled back the covers before he leaned over to place me in the center.