“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.
20
Logan
* * *
At the sound of the rooster’s wake-up call, I kiss Macey’s bare shoulder.
She rolls over, and her eyes fly open as we stare at each other in silence. Last night passes between us, and I swallow down my anxiety.
We broke nearly every rule. Outside of being in a bed, we did everything we swore we’d never do. And the scariest part for me is—I’d do it all over again.
