I look at him, confused, and my heart drops. No. I’m not letting this ruin the moment.
That’s when I remember what he told me earlier. “Are you …” I don’t know how to say this without breaking the mood. “Because you said earlier … five years?”
He looks confused for a moment, but then it registers. “Oh. Um, yeah. I’ve been checked. I’m clean. But …”
“Me too,” I whisper back. “And I’m on birth control.” I look at him, practically begging him with my eyes. God, he’s so beautiful, standing over me like this. “Logan, please.”
I can see he’s resisting, but my begging takes him over the edge. The hunger comes back in his eyes, taking over whatever else was fighting against this urge. He comes back against me, covering my entire body. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” It was always meant to be like this—just the two of us. I can’t imagine anything more right than this. I wrap my hands around his lower back and pull him closer. “I need you inside me, Logan. Please.”
A groan escapes his lips, and we kiss again, slowly this time, as I help guide him with one hand. His first thrust is slow, deep, and has me crying out against his mouth.
He pulls back immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, hardly able to speak. “Yes. Yes.”
“Fuck, Avery,” he groans as he pushes back inside me. I can’t help but gasp at the feeling of being one with him as our bodies move together with the backdrop of the ocean’s rhythm outside. At first, we’re slow, deep, loving, and I hear him whisper my name against my mouth. But it doesn’t take long before we both lose ourselves in the motion, the sensations, the deep ache, and before I know it, I’m begging him again. It’s enough to send him over the edge, and I fall along with him, lights going off in my vision, unable to remember anything but his name and the feeling of his body with mine.
CHAPTER13
The first thing I’m aware of when I awaken is a pang of hunger.
Oh, right. I haven’t had dinner.
But that’s immediately followed by the sensation of Logan’s bare chest against my back, his arm wrapped around me, and his breathing against my neck. I’m reminded of another time, from so long ago.
But this time, it’s different. This time, it feels right, and there’s no shame in my heart.
My heart is already dancing in my chest, and I’ve been awake for all of five seconds. Feeling Logan’s taut, naked body against mine like this fills me with a joy that’s hard to comprehend. I’m completely, utterly satisfied. I’m exactly where I need to be.
I close my eyes and let myself be completely consumed by this moment. Outside, I can already hear the waves awakening. There’s a small ray of sun making its way through my curtains, landing just a few centimetres from my face on the bed.
I wish I could bottle up this moment forever. Because I know that outside of this little bubble of peace lie archers, ready to shoot and pierce through it all.
His steady breathing suddenly changes. He takes one long inhale and exhale, stirs, and immediately squeezes me more tightly against him. He’s awake. “Good morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning.” His voice is still hoarse, but he’s smiling through his words. He leans over to kiss me, softly at first, but then with more intensity as it awakens our hunger once more.
Shortly after, we’re both panting and breathing heavily. Part of me wants to stay in this bed forever … but the other part of me is absolutely starving. Not for Logan—for actual food. And I’m craving my morning coffee. But just as I’m about to tell him I’m making breakfast, Logan pulls away from me and gets on his feet.
“You’re probably starving, right?” He walks to the other side of the bed near the chair where most of his clothes lie. I can’t stop staring at his lean body, the taut muscles, the slight V above his hips. “I’m gonna head to the lodge and grab us some breakfast. You stay right here.”
“You’re the best person in the entire universe. You know that, right?” I sigh while he’s getting dressed. I stay in bed, wrapped up in the cushy comforter, watching him lazily, hungrily.
He looks at me and smirks. “See, that’s where you’ve got it all wrong. Because that person just so happens to be you.”
“Bah,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’m not gonna have this argument on an empty stomach.”
“Exactly. I’ll be back soon.” Now fully dressed, he approaches the bed and kisses me again, this time breaking away before it can turn into something more. “Stay.”
While he’s gone, I obey him and stay put. But with him gone, the anxious thoughts are starting to crawl back into my brain.
What are you doing?
He’s going to leave when he figures out just how much of a mess you are.
You’re not moving here, and who says he’s going to move to Montreal with you?
