Chills run through my body. I open my eyes, and his are fixed on mine.
I exhale as my heart fully unlocks. I lean forward to kiss him as I hand him the condom. My short gasps blend with his deep groans as I finally open up and pull him tight, letting him inside me.
He’s so hard that when he first enters me, I don’t think I’ll have room for him.
“You’ve never been this hard before.” I gasp and try to relax.
“I’ve never missed you this much before.” He grips my hip so tightly as he tries to slow his movements that I’m sure he’ll leave a mark. “I thought I lost you, Macey. I was so scared I’d lost you.”
I shudder against the truck as he inches in further.
“Okay?” He checks in with me.
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. You feel amazing.”
I lock my ankles together behind his back, and his next surge forward brings him all the way inside me.
And then neither of us lasts long. I buck against him like a bronco, but he holds me safely in place as we reach that high together. His eyes stay on mine the entire time, and he mutters my name as he comes.
I kiss him for a long time afterward then bury my face in his neck, my bare breasts pressed against his solid chest while our hearts beat to the same rhythm.
While I’ve always opened up to Logan when we make love, I’ve also held a little of myself back. I made sure to keep an exit door in plain view so I could turn around and walk away whenever I got scared. I guess just like my daddy taught me.
Tonight, I slammed that exit door shut.
I keep my arms around Logan as he plants kisses all over my face, my hair, and my mouth. He carries me over to the picnic blanket and grabs a sleeping bag from the truck. He lays it flat on top of the blanket, and we snuggle underneath it together.
I prop my head up on one elbow and look at him by the firelight. The dark shadows under his eyes are gone. His scar even looks less angry.
“You were right.” He traces a line over my bare hip slowly. “Marrying you like that in Vegas wasn’t the right thing for us at all.”
“I don’t like the way I freaked out. I was scared. But you knew that.”
“I get it. I had things to deal with, too. With myself and the fact that all my father wanted was for me to be something I’m not. We worked some of that out in Florida.”
“I’m glad.”
Logan sighs, and the flash of pain in his eyes reveals how much it’s worn on him through the years.
“And after he and I talked everything over, I went up to my room and checked my email.”
Oh, no.
His lips curve up. “Your novel was sitting there. And I started reading. I read the whole damn thing from start to finish without stopping once.”
I take a deep breath.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know what it would be about. I was so…” he pauses. “Emotional. That you would feel so much from our memories to put any of them into a book was just really cool. I know it’s fiction, of course, but I loved it.”
“You inspired me. Our…” I stop, not sure what to call it. “Our friendship inspired me. And I wanted you to know—I needed you to know—that I finally stopped denying what it means to me. What you mean to me.”
Logan takes my chin in his hand. “You’ve got it, baby. The story, the talent, the writing, all of it. It’s all there.”
I swallow. “I guess that’s good because I sent out some queries already. And one agent asked to read the manuscript.”
