HANNAH

His fingers expertly navigated the damp fabric, finding my highly sensitive clit with a terrifyingly precise familiarity. I couldn't believe how hard my pussy was panting. It was as though it remembered his touch.

Logan didn't even hesitate. He began to rub me directly through the thin layer of my lacy panties, his thumb applying a heavy, consistent pressure that made my eyes roll back into my head.

“You’re so wet, Hannah,” he muttered, his voice incredibly raspy, trembling with a raw, unfiltered need that I had rarely heard from him before.

A thick, heavy gulp caught in my throat as the pleasure spiked sharply between my legs. Unable...