Crouching next to him in nothing but a flimsy pair of bright pink panties, Gabby tried to swallow her laughter, but the giggles kept erupting from her mouth.
“What happened?” she asked.
Logan chuckled. “Apparently we’re too old to fool around on porches, in trucks, and on couches. How about we stick to a bed this time?”
“Okay.”
Gabby shrieked as Logan stood, hauled her to her feet, and lifted her in a fireman’s carry. “I’m not a sack of potatoes,” she yelled. “What happened to romance?”
Smacking her ass, he carried her to the short hall that split and lead to both bedrooms. “This is romance. I’m carrying you to the bedroom, aren’t I? Which way?”
“To the right,” she responded between snickers.
He walked toward her room, turning sideways to enter without banging her head against the doorjamb, which set off Gabby’s giggles again. Logan set her on her feet at the end of the bed and grinned at her before bending down to remove his sneakers and socks. His jeans and underwear hit the floor a few seconds later. Naked, he crowded her with his body, his hands resting on her hips.
“Why are you still wearing these?” he queried, tracing a finger over the top edge of her underwear.
Before she could answer, he slipped his hands into each side and pushed them lower until they fell around her feet.
“That’s better,” he murmured.
Gabby smiled as he guided her to the bed, her skin tingling beneath his palms. She stretched out across the mattress as Logan came down on top of her.
“I like the way your skin feels against mine,” she whispered, trailing a hand over his shoulder. “It’s so hot.”
Without speaking, he lowered his head, taking her mouth with his. The earlier urgency had faded and Logan’s kiss was slow and thorough. Gabby touched him everywhere she could reach, enjoying the sensation of his skin beneath her palm.
Logan shifted, his hand moving down her body and sliding between her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath, her legs parting instinctively so he could slip one finger inside her, then another. As his fingers moved, his palm ground against her clit, causing sparks to shoot through her body.
Her hips lifted against the pressure of his hand and her nails dug into his shoulders. His touch was electric and perfect, firm where she needed and gentle where she wanted. When his lips closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard, Gabby cried out. She was drowning, lost in the sensations he created.
Pleasure threatened to overwhelm her as her hips rode his hand and his mouth tugged at her breasts.
“Logan.” His name was a plea. She was so close to her climax that the first ripples were already coursing through her body.
The pressure of his hand increased and suddenly the orgasm exploded within her. Her back arched as she rode out the peak, wave after wave crashing over her senses.
As the last of the shudders subsided, her eyes fluttered open to find Logan looking down at her, his face tense.
“Please tell me you have a condom.” His voice was harsh, almost desperate.
Gabby nodded and rolled away from him, reaching into her nightstand for a foil packet. He took it from her, ripping the package open, and rolling the latex over his cock.
She gasped when his hands yanked her back down the bed. Kneeling between her legs, Logan cupped the back of her thighs, spreading them wide. Releasing one of her legs, he wrapped his hand around his erection, guiding it to her entrance.
Gabby squirmed as she watched him slowly push inside her. Her muscles twitched around him, adjusting to the pressure. Her head fell back as a moan escaped her throat.
“Okay?” he asked.
She shifted beneath him restlessly, the need building within her again. “Yes. Yes. Better than okay.”
Logan smiled slightly. “Yes, it is.” He slid home, pausing when she gasped.
“How about more moving?” she requested breathlessly. “That would be even better too.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He moved slowly at first, as though he wanted to be careful not to hurt her. It felt wonderful, but Gabby wanted more. No, sheneededmore. Her fingernails dug into his ass, pulling him deeper.
