“Touch me, Logan.” I pull the strap of her bra to the side, kissing her collarbone. “Where do you want to be touched?” “Everywhere,” she pants. “I need you to be more specific.” I pull the other strap down, pressing a kiss to that collarbone. Emiline reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. Her breasts are on full display for me. I lean forward, taking the hardened nipple between my teeth before sucking it. “Fuck,” she moans, eyes fluttering closed. “Is this where you want to be touched?”
