“I’m so proud of you.” Then, he grins at me. “So you made us ghosts?”
I smile. “Four-hundred-year-old ghosts. Pretty awesome, right?”
“Pretty awesome. I especially appreciated the red raindrop tattoo each ghost was, as you wrote, branded with so neither one could ever forget what they promised.” He snuggles closer to me. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here till morning when the sun will dry out the mud around the truck.”
“Oh, really?” I laugh. “Just like that, we’re stuck?”
“Pretty much. I mean, there’s also the other reason.”
“What’s that?” I say as his hand curves over my ass.
“I want to touch you all night long.”
I roll onto my back and pull him on top of me. Then, I slip my hand between us so I can take him hard in my hand. He moans into my mouth, his lips passionate and hungry on mine.
“I want to kiss you everywhere.” His eyes darken. “Every forbidden place I’ve ever been lucky enough to taste. I’ve missed all of it.”
He moves his head down my neck and across my breasts, his mouth eagerly tracing a path to my belly button and then stopping between my thighs. His lips are soft and perfect, and I clutch at his hair with my hands.
“God, Logan.”
His tongue is relentless as it teases and strokes and brings me over the edge again. I pull so hard at his hair I’m certain I must hurt him.
But he smiles up at me. “Go wild, baby. You know how I love you wild and undone.”
109
I tell him to come back up here so I can kiss him, and when he does, I help him roll on a condom. “I want you inside me again. Don’t go easy this time.”
He moves into me with one thrust, and I gasp.
“Like this?”
His name slips out of my mouth in a shrill cry. “Yes. Again.”
He smiles into my eyes as he lets me guide him.
We slow down, and the build-up is intoxicating. Logan’s heart pounds over mine as he lifts my arms over my head and intertwines our fingers together. Our movements get faster and choppier, and I close my eyes to savor the feeling of him inside of me. The closer we get, the harder Logan pulses into me, and when he reaches down and lifts my hips higher, I let out a load moan.
“Right there,” he says. “You love it right there.”
“Yes,” I pant as he hits the spot again and again. “Only you’ve ever touched me there. Nobody else.” Oh, God, I’m going to come. “Just you, baby.”
“Mace, so fucking good,” he sighs as our lovemaking comes to a crescendo.
His words reach my ears, but they sound far away.
When I come down from my high, I lay my head on Logan’s chest, and he strokes my hair.
“You and I are the same,” he says softly. “I never wanted to commit because I never wanted to feel the pain of a terrible break-up. I never wanted to end up like my parents. But since we got married in Vegas, I’ve been wanting to tell you how I felt all summer, Macey.”
“You have?”
“Yes. And when it came out like that at Brick’s, I felt terrible.”
I freeze. “Logan, it’s fine. I understand.”
“Over the years, I’d had dreams of telling you I loved you. But the way it happened wasn’t in any of my dreams.”
