“Lu…”
She shifts her weight just a little, like she isn’t sure if she should cover herself or stand there and let me burn alive. But then she smirks, shy and wicked all at once. “You didn’t think I was gonna let the balloons outshine me, did you?”
“Fuck.” The word is half a groan, half a prayer. I crowd her back against the wall, balloons brushing against my shoulders. My hand skims down her side, palm cupping the curve of herthigh, and I haul her leg up around my hip as she gasps, nails digging into my chest. “You tryna kill me on my birthday, baby?”
“Not kill you,” she whispers against my jaw, lips trailing heat. “Just ruin you.”
“You already have.” I catch her mouth, kissing her hard, wet and desperate. She laughs into it, and that sound slices me open.
I tear my hoodie over my head and drop it somewhere on the floor. Her hands are all over me, tracing my chest, my shoulders, my abs, greedy and trembling.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she breathes, and I nearly lose it right there.
I palm her ass, grinding her against me so she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me. She moans into my mouth, hips rocking, and I feel the lace already damp against my thigh.
“Bed,” I growl.
She grins, bites my bottom lip, then lets me lift her, legs cinching around my waist. Balloons rustle overhead as I carry her through the hallway and up the stairs. She’s kissing me everywhere—my mouth, my throat, the edge of my jaw—until I lay her down across the sheets.
She stretches out, lingerie dark against her skin, hair fanned across my pillow, the sight alone making my lungs seize.
I press a slow, reverent kiss to her ankle, then another up her calf. She giggles until the sound melts into a whimper when I reach her thigh.
“Logan…”
“Shh.” I hook my fingers into her panties, tugging them down inch by inch, watching her squirm. “I wanna take my time.”
She props up on her elbows, watching me. “But I’m impatient.”
I kiss the inside of her knee, the delicate dip of her thigh, then bury my face against her pussy. She arches on a gasp, my tongue sliding through her, slow and deliberate.
“Oh, fuck!”
I grip her hips, holding her still as I lick her again, firmer this time, before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. She cries out, thighs trembling around my shoulders, and I groan against her because she tastes like heaven.
When I slide a finger inside her, curling just right, she breaks—hands in my hair, hips grinding, laughter spilling through her moans, unsure whether to giggle or scream.
When she comes on my mouth, it’s wild. Her whole body bows, trembling around me, and I don’t stop until she’s shuddering so hard I have to hold her down.
I kiss my way up her stomach, her chest, tasting sweat and lace and her skin, until I’m hovering over her, my jeans still on, painfully tight.
Her blue eyes are hazy, chest rising and falling, and she cups my face with both hands, dragging me into another kiss.
“Please,” she whispers against my mouth. “I want you, Logan.”
I fumble with my fly, shove my jeans and boxers down, and press against her, groaning at the wetness. She gasps, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in.
“Is this what you want?” I growl against her lips. “Me, inside you, loving you like this?”
“Yes—Logan, yes.” Her thighs lock tight around my waist, heels digging into my back.
“Fuck, Lu…” I sink into her inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. Her nails rake down my back, and I whimper into the side of her face.
Slowly, I pull back, resting my forehead against hers, fighting for control, whispering between ragged breaths: “I love you. God, I love you so fucking much.”
I rock into her, finding the rhythm that makes her shiver, makes her moan my name, broken and breathless. I kiss hereverywhere—her mouth, her jaw, her throat, the swell of her chest—like I can brand her with every touch.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her skin.
