Hovering over her, I swirl my tip in her moisture and slowly press into her tight, hot center. Heather gasps beneath me, her fingernails digging into my back and heels pressing into my ass as I squeeze in inch by inch. She’s still pulsing with her orgasm, and it feels like I’m caught in a hot, velvet vice.
“I can't hold back,” I warn, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Don’t you dare stop.” Her hands clench my ass, holding me in place.
I start a rapid pace, thrusting my hard member into her sensitive channel until we’re both in a frenzy. Heather’s core contracts violently around me, and primal satisfaction courses through me as that second orgasm tears through her.
Her hips tilt as she writhes beneath me, and my peak swiftly follows, groaning as she sucks the life out of me. The intensity is staggering, white-hot pleasure obliterating every coherent thought. I'm completely undone, lost to sensation and her.
Afterward, I dispose of the condom and we lie tangled together, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair.
"I love you, too," she murmurs back, already half-asleep.
I pull the blanket over us and close my eyes, feeling more content than I have in years. I let myself believe that this time, we're going to get it right.
This time, nothing is going to tear us apart.
Chapter 11
Heather
Iwake up wrapped in Logan's arms, sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, and for a moment, everything is perfect. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath my cheek, one of his hands tangled in my hair, the other resting possessively on my hip.
Last night was incredible. Beautiful and intense and terrifying in the best possible way. I let myself be completely vulnerable with him, and he treated me like I was precious. Like I mattered.
I trace lazy circles on his chest, and he stirs, his arms tightening around me.
“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.” I tilt my head up to look at him. His hair is adorably mussed, and there's a satisfied smile playing at his lips.
“How do you feel?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Like I never want leave this bed.”
“I'm okay with that plan.” He kisses my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips, soft and sweet and full of promise.
“But we should probably be adults and head next door. I'm sure Jake and his girlfriend want to get home. Cookie's likely terrorized them by now.”
He chuckles. “Fair point.”
We eventually make our way next door and are greeted by chaos. Violet bounces on the couch demonstrating her new jumping skills, while Cookie barks encouragement from below. Jake and his girlfriend look equal parts exhausted and amused.
After thanking them profusely and seeing them out, Logan starts the coffee while I rummage through his fridge. We move around each other easily, assembling breakfast in comfortable silence. At the kitchen table, Violet regales us with tales of cupcake consumption and their movie marathon while Logan and I steal bites from each other's plates, grinning at nothing in particular.
It's domestic and peaceful and everything I didn't realize I was missing.
“I should probably go home and shower,” I say reluctantly, though leaving is the last thing I want. “Attempt to look like a functioning adult.”
“Counterproposal,” Logan says, catching my hand. “Shower here. Borrow my clothes. Embrace the chaos.”
His phone buzzes on the counter, shattering the moment. He picks it up and scowls.
“It's a San Francisco number.” He shows me the caller ID. “Probably a spam call.”
“You should answer it anyway. Just in case.”
