Page 57 of In Too Long


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Complete. That was the word that came to mind.

Logan inside me gave me a completeness that had me arching my back to get as close as possible to him.

And also scared the shit out of me.

Determined to face that fear another day, I once again wrapped an arm around his shoulder, anchoring myself to him.

“Jesus, Megan. I knew it would be…”

“Yeah,” I said, rolling my hips, wanting him to start moving, but he held mostly still while looking down at me.

“But I didn’t think it’d be so…”

“Yeah,” I said again.

His hands moved in my hair, coming to my face and cradling it just as I had done to him moments ago. And then he started to move. While his warm brown eyes stared into mine, his hips moved forward and he filled me even more.

“More,” I said.

“I will. We will. Look at me, Megan—we’re going to ride this out together.”

I put my finger right in his chin dimple, and he shifted slightly to kiss my hand, all while giving me slow, steady strokes.

My body found his rhythm, slowing my own drive down to match his. I wanted him to feel the urgency that I did. The need to have him pounding into me. Not to feel so vulnerable with the slow glide and deep eyes.

“We’ll get there. I won’t be able to keep this pace up for long,” he said, making me clench around him. He smiled and kissed me deeply, our tongues tangling, the taste of him warring with the scent of him. All making my head swim, while his body made mine burn. “This time,” he added, and I purposely clenched around him at that promise. “But this time I need to be in you, Megan. Know that I’m finally in you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” I whispered, thinking of the night I saw him walk into this house all those weeks ago and knowing that I wanted to be in his bed.

“Yeah, but I…”

“What?” I asked when he didn’t finish.

He shook his head, like he’d forgotten his thought. Which was entirely possible, as I found most thoughts scattering from my head with each delicious, slow stroke he made in and out of me. It was the draw-back that made me sigh, and the slow push back in made my breath hitch. His mouth captured mine on one of the sighs. I nipped his lush bottom lip and his hips flexed into me, giving me a glimpse of the power that Logan could unleash. Would unleash.

Into me.

Breaking away from the kiss, he moved his head down my body, his strokes still agonizingly slow, and kissed my neck, then ran his tongue along my throat and chest. His lips made their way to my nipple, his hands taking in both my tits and squeezing as he sucked on me.

Lifting his head, he looked at me, brushing a thumb over my other nipple, watching them both pebble at his touch. “They like me,” he said, a grin making his cheek dimples appear, making me clench again.

“They do. Very much. So do other places,” I said, with another muscle clench.

“Oh, I’m aware,” he said, humor and something more in his voice. Almost like disbelief.

I knew how he felt. I couldn’t believe how my body responded to Logan’s tempo, his solid body on top of mine, the feel of his warm skin and bulk under my hands, which ran all along his back and shoulders.

“Logan… I need…”

It was close to being too much. Close to more than I could handle. My heart was as open to Logan Fields as my body was. And that scared me to death.

“Okay, I’ve got you, Megan. We’ve got this,” he said, sensing my change, sensing a wall about to come up. He kissed me once more, the minty taste of him intoxicating, then eased his body off mine. At my balk of resistance, he calmed me with soothing words while he sat back, looking down at me. He’d slid out of me with the movement, and I reached up to pull him back.

“It’s okay. I just need to move a little. I’m coming right back, baby,” he promised. He positioned himself on his knees, his strong thighs making a solid base. His sheathed cock glistened with my arousal. I reached for him, but he brushed my hand away, placing it on his solid abs. “You want it faster, you got it, but your hand on my dick would end this all too soon.”

I felt like I needed it to end. Like to prolong this state of arousal would kill me.

“Soon, Megan. You’re going to come apart again while I fuck you hard and fast.”