“You’re thinking.” Logan’s drawl is thick even for him. “I’m going to make sure you stop doing any more of that for the rest of the night.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and he tugs me even closer. “All we’re going to do tonight is feel.”
He kisses my neck softly, and I suck in my breath. His mouth feels so good, and for the first time in hours, my mind goes blissfully blank.
He makes his way down my body, his lips making sure to linger on every curve. And when his head lands between my legs, he whispers against me, “Feel me here, Macey. I want you to call out my name when you come.”
“Oh, God. Logan…” I’m already climbing, and within seconds, I’m on the brink of an orgasm. When I fall over the edge, the sensation of bliss shoots through me like a bolt of lightning.
Before I’m finished coming down, Logan pulls his mouth off of me. He sits up until he’s kneeling, and in one swift motion, he pushes his hard, thick length inside of me. I cry out and clutch at his back as he brings his mouth to mine.
“Making love to you in the back of my truck—with no sounds but the crickets—just might be my new favorite memory with you,” he whispers against my lips.
Mine, too. With his heart beating against mine, he lifts my hands over my head and clasps my wrists to hold me still.
“Let go, Mace.” He locks his gaze with mine, and I swear he sees right through me.
He always sees right through me. Whether I’m feeling strong or weak, brave or cowardly, Logan knows exactly who I am underneath all of it.
I arch my back and moan out his name as he brings me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Logan, so good…” I murmur.
“So damn good,” he says in a rough tone. “So give it to me, baby. Give me all the pain you’ve been holding.”
I whimper, and he nips my bottom lip until I moan.
“Give it to me, Macey. Everything you need to shed—let it go. I can take it. I can take it all.”
He drives inside me deeper until he hits a spot I don’t think anyone’s ever touched before, not even him.
And I’m a livewire as I absolutely explode around him.
“Oh, God…Logan!”
He grips my ass with his hand and thrusts so hard my orgasm rolls right into another one. He calls out my name and comes right after me.
He shifts off of me, but we don’t speak right away. I’m too busy catching my breath as Logan peppers my face with kisses.
“That was so fucking perfect,” he mutters against my damp skin. “And we’re still not finished.”
I can barely move after that. “We’re not?”
“Nope.” He flips me to my side, away from him.
And then, he’s spooning me.
I freeze. Logan and I hug often, but we don’t do post-coital snuggling.
“Are we breaking all our rules tonight?” I say quietly into the pillow.
Logan’s arm snakes firmly over my waist, and his hand covers my breast. Before I can react, his finger and thumb start stimulating my nipple, which happily perks up again.
“We’re not sleeping,” he says while he continues to stroke me. “Not yet.”
I feel him already hardening against me. And then, he’s sliding inside me from behind.
And I’m losing my mind it’s so good.
It’s so right, a tiny voice whispers.
I can’t focus on that thought long enough to dissect it. Because Logan is driving into me from behind, his long thrusts pushing me into my fourth orgasm of the night. As he follows me into release, I no longer have the strength to push him away tonight.
I’m going to fall asleep in this truck, snuggled in his arms.
I twist around to face him. “I think I need to…”
“I know.” He urges me to rest my head on his chest. “Let’s get some rest.”
As I relax into the steady sound of his heart beating so close to mine, I drift into sleep.
