He’s all I see. He’s all I feel. And that’s exactly what I need tonight.
“I know this doesn’t change anything between us going forward,” I say softly.
He pulls back a fraction of an inch so he can look at me. “Don’t overthink it.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this,” I say.
The hazel of his eyes darkens with lust. “I’m okay with it. We’re still on the same page, Mace.”
I look down at the ruby ring on my right ring finger and twist it around and around. My throat clogs with emotion.
“Last night, you wanted a fantasy.” Logan tips up my chin with his thumb. “What about tonight?”
“Are you taking requests?” I tease him.
“For you? Always.”
I bite my lip. “Make me forget,” I say simply. Okay, maybe not that simply because my voice cracks a bit on the last word.
Logan gives me a scrutinizing look. “Something’s going on, isn’t it? More than the accident, more than the hospital and the upcoming intervention.”
I can’t lie to Logan, but I can’t talk about it either. Because I’m scared of what I’ll see in his eyes when he learns what I’m about to give up. He’ll reflect the crushing feeling I’m afraid will bury me. And I can’t see that right now.
I put my hands flat on his chest, relaxing in the feel of his solid heartbeat against my palms.
“I’m being honest when I tell you I truly can’t talk about it. Not tonight.”
I expect him to fight me, but he surprises me by pressing his lips to my neck. “You want to forget all the darkness?” he murmurs against my skin.
I shiver at the feel of his hot, wet tongue. “Yes.”
“Take off your shorts,” he commands me. “Strip off all of your clothes, and I promise I’ll make you forget everything bad in this world.”
As soon as our clothes are off, Logan slides over me. His mouth latches onto my pebbled nipple so fast I cry out.
But as he shifts over to the other nipple, I start squirming.
“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.
