Chapter 68

Layla’s POV

Grinding his hardness against me, he leaned forward and firmly held my wrists to my sides so I could not move them to touch him.

“I want you. I want you so bad, it hurts,” he growled and buried his face between my legs.

“Logan!” I cried out, shocked at the feel of his hot, wet lips there—against the most intimate part of my body. I almost jumped off the counter, but his strong hands released my wrists to caress my thighs soothingly. He kissed me there like he would my lips—small, open-mouthed, hungry kisses that made me strain against him. I felt my body burning inside like I was on fire.

I thought I could not have been more scandalized than I already was, but when I felt his nose nuzzle me there and heard him inhale—

“Logan, no!” I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to hide in embarrassment.

“Layla,” he murmured softly. “It is okay, baby. I love your taste. I love your smell. I love everything about you. Look at