My heart stumbles, my breath does too. Because this isn’t just about a dare, or a ring, or even the fact that he’s down on one knee in front of me. It’s thewayhe’s looking at me.
His girl. His wish.
Logan takes a breath. “So I’m asking you now, with the dumbest ring known to man, because it’s the one I had when I knew I’d never want anyone else.”
He looks up at me, sunrise in his eyes. “Marry me, Lu. Wife me up for real this time.”
Tears press hot at the back of my throat, and I say it before I even have time to blink the blur away.
“Yes. Of course.”
His grin breaks wide across his face, giddy and crooked. I drop to my knees too, laughing as he slides the ridiculous plastic ring onto my finger.
And then we kiss, our lips meeting on a breathless giggle.
It starts soft and sweet, just lips and breath and warmth in the cold morning air. But then his hands slide into my hair and mine curl around his neck, and suddenly I’m not cold anymore.
Suddenly I’m being lifted onto a flat rock, legs wrapping around his waist, his mouth devouring mine.
“Still hate me?” he breathes against my throat.
“Ask me again in five minutes,” I pant, tugging him closer.
He growls low, like I’ve just lit a fuse, and then he’s kissing me again. His mouth is urgent, tongue claiming mine, hands sliding up under my hoodie to find bare skin.
“Fuck, Lu.” His breath shudders out. “How do you get me so hard so fast?”
“I’m a Pisces,” I whisper back, matter-of-factly.
He laughs, then yanks the hoodie over my head. My sleep top rides up with it, leaving me bare from the waist up. The cold hits my nipples instantly, peaking them, but it only makes the heat in his eyes flare hotter.
Logan sinks to his knees in front of the rock, then he leans in.
His mouth closes over my breast, warm and wet and perfect, and I arch back with a soft cry, threading my fingers into his hair.
The wind lifts around us, but I don’t feel the chill. Not with his hands sliding up my thighs, not with his mouth finding my nipple, not with the sunrise painting him gold.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, and I lift my hips. He drops to his knees in the snow, rough hands sliding down my thighs as he pulls my leggings and panties down in one tug, baring me to the elements.
Then he leans in again.
His tongue slides through me instantly in a long, deep stroke. I cry out, clutching at his hair as he groans against me.
“Fuck,” I moan, hips jerking against his mouth. “Oh my god, Logan—”
“You’re so wet already,” he groans against my pussy. “All this for me?”
“Yes—Jesus,yes—”
He flattens his tongue and sucks my clit into his mouth, so hard and hungry, and I swear I black out for a second.
I brace my hands on his shoulders, rocking against his face, and he doesn’t stop.
“God, I could eat this pussy for days,” he mutters, breath hot against me. “Grind right into my face, yeah, just like that baby.”
“Yes, yes,fuck, yes—”
“Come for me, Lu,” he demands, sucking hard. “Wanna taste it. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
