“Mace. Baby, you don’t have to…holy crap.”
My mouth has reached its goal, and Logan’s hips fly off the back seat of the truck.
“So goddamn good,” Logan mutters as I suck him off. “Your sexy freaking mouth—it’s an angel with devil horns. What are you doing with your tongue…shit, I’m not gonna last. Christ, Macey, I’m coming—”
I draw in a breath and watch him let go.
Logan Wild doesn’t show his vulnerable side in front of people often. When we’re alone like this, I always feel like I’m seeing behind the cowboy, underneath the tough, fun-loving exterior and into his true self.
“You know what we need?” He sits up, bringing me into a straddle on top of him. “To go skinny dipping.”
* * *
I follow Logan into the water, both of us without a stitch of clothing on. We’re on the wooded side of the lake, and nobody’s around. Not a car, not a person, not even the geese come over here.
“The water’s warm.” Logan swims further out, and I follow.
“Because it’s a hundred degrees out,” I say. “Nothing’s going to feel cold to us tonight.”
He pulls me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He puts his mouth on mine and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking me for entrance. I let him in, and he lets out a curse as I grip him more tightly with my legs.
“Macey,” Logan murmurs into my lips.
When I feel his hardness pressing into my stomach, I widen my eyes.
“You’re ready again?” I reach down to touch him.
“I told you, we’re going to make love all night. And this is another one of the fantasies I’ve used to get off. The image of you and me—right here in this lake—screwing each other silly.”
I swallow. “You’re making me crazy with lust. You know that, right? Do you really jack off to me?”
Logan shakes his head like I’ve just asked him the most ridiculous question. “You’re seriously asking me that? Of course I picture you to get off. Constantly. Far more than is healthy, probably.” He turns serious. “Are you still on the pill?”
I nod. “And I was tested recently, and I’m fine. I only ever don’t use a condom with you. As you know. Nothing’s changed.”
“I’m clean, too. And I reserve my bareback bucking for Macey Henwood.” Logan grins. “You’re the only woman I want to buck bare, baby.”
I bite my lip and decide to let him in some more. “I think of you, too, you know. When I’m alone and want to feel good. You’re my first thought.”
Logan’s eyes turn to liquid. “And what are we doing?”
My voice is choppy when I respond. “Anything and everything.”
“Mrs. Darcy, I do believe you have a dirty mind.”
“Of course, I do. And I’m proud of it.”
“You damn well should be.” He kisses me gently. “I fucking love your dirty mind. And your body. In fact, I want to be inside it right now.”
“Yes,” I say softly.
I close my eyes as Logan enters me slowly. And then I let out a cry and sink my teeth gently into his shoulder.
I always block out justhowgood it is with Logan. Just how much it turns me on and how amazing being with him makes me feel. Like a goddess.
And I’m certainly no goddess. But Logan makes me feel beautiful. And he makes me believe that life can be beautiful, too.
He moves deeper and faster, and our mouths fuse to one another as the lake water laps gently around us. We come together, swallowing each other’s cries. And then, Logan carries me to shore and dries me off with the towel he brought from his truck. We don’t bother getting dressed—we just get back into the truck and drive.
