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 just how good 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.
Those of us who live in Texas Hill Country are the lucky ones because we live in a place where we can always find a private spot. Lonely roads intersect all over the place, and Logan and I love to take advantage of the privacy.
I’ve got the towel wrapped around my body, but Logan’s fully naked as he drives us deeper into the countryside. I turn on the radio, and we sing along to the latest pop songs, making fun of each other when we unsuccessfully try to hit a high note or mess up the lyrics. He gets me laughing so hard over his awful rendition of a Pink song that I love.
Eventually, Logan pulls over to the side of an empty road and stops.
“The truck’s stuck,” he says.
I smile. That’s always been our code for making out—“the truck’s stuck,” so why not rip each other’s clothes off?
Except this time, the only thing between us is a towel.
Keeping my eyes locked on Logan’s interested gaze, I let the towel fall off my body as I climb into the back of the truck.
He follows me, and I take a seat on his lap.
“So what other fantasies did you want to play out tonight, Mr. Darcy?”
Logan rests his hand on my hip.
