I was. I was on fire and it felt like I’d turn to ash any minute. There was no way to keep this flame burning without setting the whole house ablaze.
And then it peaked, causing another gasp and a shudder as my body stopped bucking beneath his and my head dropped to the pillow. Exhausted. Spent. Sated.
And aware that Logan was reaching for the condom, his fingers wet from me as he tore open the package.
“I don’t think I have anything left,” I said.
He smiled down at me as he shucked his briefs and reached to sheathe himself. “Iknowyou do. We’re just getting started.”
“Impossible,” I said.
A look of concern flashed over his face. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you want to stop now, we can—”
“Shh,” I said, placing a finger on his mouth. He promptly kissed my finger, then sucked on it. “I want to. Very much. Full consent on my end. I’m just warning you it might be like fucking a rag doll. But a very, very happy rag doll.”
He laughed, and my finger and hand dropped to the bed, as drained as the rest of me.
“I’ve got faith you’ve got a rally in you.”
God, I hoped he was right.
Chapter21
He was right.So right. So, so right.
He sat back to peel off my panties, damp from my arousal and orgasm, and held them up. “So pretty,” he said, then flicked them across the room. “So gone.”
I smiled at him, a giggle in my throat. I tried to remember the last time a flirty, girly giggle had erupted from me, and couldn’t come up with it.
After putting the condom on himself (the sight of which would have made me wet if I wasn’t already), he bent back down over me, placing his forearms beside my head and spearing his hands into my hair.
“How long I’ve dreamt about this hair on a pillow.” His words had me coming back to life a little. Wanting more. “My pillow,” he added, and my hips rolled beneath him.
That put a smile on his face, which made me inhale from the sheer beauty of him.
“I knew there’d be life in you yet, Megan. You’re way too eager to only want one orgasm. And I encourage greediness in this bed.”
I laughed and closed my eyes to dull the sensations running through my body, the giddiness at being with Logan after wanting him for so long. The languidness and satedness from just having an intense climax. And also trepidation for the deep feelings that I was trying—unsuccessfully—to keep in their place.
And below all that—much further below, thank God—was the numbness of knowing that what brought Logan and me together was shared pain.
“Hey, come back,” he said, and I opened my eyes, afraid of how much they would tell him. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot. I feel it too. We’ll figure it out together. But for now, let’s just feel good, okay? We deserve that. It’sokayto feel that.”
Closing my eyes wasn’t necessary—Logan knew me too well for that now. And he’d just laid my feelings bare anyway.
“Yeah,” I said, the word rough coming out of me. But I meant it. No sadness. No guilt about living so fully when those we loved were gone.
Just Logan and me. Together.
“Good?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to speak again, so I just nodded. He dipped his head to kiss me, and I opened my mouth to the taste of him. His end-of-day stubble brushed against my cheek, and I brought my hands around his shoulders, sliding them along the bunched muscles.
One of his hands slid down my body, and my legs fell open under him while his fingers slid through me to my entrance. “Still so wet,” he whispered.
My hands went from his shoulders to cradle his face, and I looked right at him when I said, “Sometimes just sitting next to you in group makes me wet.Youmake me so wet, Logan.”
“Fuck. I want you like nothing I’ve ever wanted, Megan. Like nobody ever.”
“Then have me.” I adjusted the cradle of my hips even wider, and his body sank deeper into mine. He positioned his cock and pushed into me. Bigger than Blake, but that was no surprise, given his allover size. I could feel my pussy tense, then relax as I took him in, all of him.
