And I give it.
Because she’s Mac. Because she’s mine.
Because when I touch her like this, it feels like I’m finally whole.
I take my time.
I don’t want fast. I don’t want rushed. I want to feel everything—every gasp, every moan, every soft plea she makes beneath me—etched into the memory of my skin.
She arches for me, mouth parted, breath hitching when I trail kisses along the curve of her throat. Her skin is soft under my touch, her body already trembling, already begging. I take my time, dragging my mouth over her like she’s mine to consume—every inch a sin I’m starving to commit.
She moans, arching into me, and I don’t stop. Not until she’s trembling beneath every slow stroke of my tongue. Not until she’s wrecked. Ruined. Mine. She lifts her hips, desperate, but I hold steady, a hand splayed across her thigh.
Not yet.
“Logan,” she breathes, raw and wanting. My name on her lips is a tether, and I swear I’ve never felt more grounded in my life.
When I finally push into her, we both break—her back bows, my head drops, a guttural sound tearing from my chest. She takes me completely, her legs wrapping tight, holding me like she’ll never let go.
“You undo me, baby… Every time. Every damn time.”
She doesn’t speak, but her hands say everything. Her fingers cup my jaw, her thumbs stroking the corners of my lips like she’s memorizing me in return. And when I start to move—slow, deep, deliberate—her breath catches, her eyes fluttering shut.
I watch her fall apart for me, again and again, every moan a song that carves itself into my bones. Her hands roam my back, clutching, desperate. My name becomes a whisper on repeat, soft and reverent, like she’s afraid if she stops saying it, I might disappear.
I wrap her legs tighter around my waist, drive into her with purpose now, our rhythm building like a storm. Her breaths come faster, her grip harder, and I can feel her getting close—her body tightening around mine.
“Logan,” she gasps, voice breaking. “I—”
“I’ve got you,” I rasp, pushing harder, deeper. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her body tightens, her nails digging in as she shatters beneath me. I follow her with a hoarse groan, burying myself in the moment, in her.
When I collapse into her arms, she holds me like I belong there.
She undoes me with nothing but a look and builds me back with nothing but her love.
It’s not just sex. It never was.
It’s every missed moment. Every night we should have had. Every kiss we never got.
When it’s over, I hold her against my chest, our bodies tangled, breath syncing slowly.
Outside, someone’s mowing their lawn. A dog barks down the street. The world keeps spinning.
But in here… in my arms?
She’s the only thing that matters.
Some moments don’t need music or grand declarations. Just skin on skin, breath on breath, and the quiet ache of two souls finally finding their way back to each other.
I press a kiss to her damp hair. “You okay?”
She nods, curling closer, her fingers tracing lazy lines across my chest.
She’s tucked against me, soft and warm on the sofa, her fingertips tracing lazy lines over my ribs like she’s memorizing me with touch alone.
I kiss her hair and breathe her in.
