“Will you come again like this?” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. The words are pure nervous energy, but also a dare, a need so sharp I can taste it on his tongue.
“You want me to come with you inside me?” My voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it, almost mean with want.
He nods, wordless.
“Touch my clit,” I gasp. “Or I can.”
“I’ve got it.”
He shifts his weight to one arm and reaches between us, finding my clit with his thumb. I jerk at the contact, a high keening sound escaping me.
“Oh God. Oh God, Logan?—”
He rubs circles around my clit while he fucks me, the dual stimulation pushing me toward the edge at lightning speed. My walls start to flutter around him, and I see his jaw clench with the effort of holding back.
“Fuck, yes. Come with me,” he begs, his voice wrecked. “Please, Audrey. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
The words—filthy, desperate and so unexpected—tip me over. I come with a scream, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him so tight it’s almost painful. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, and I’m dimly aware of him following me over the edge, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spills into me.
He collapses on top of me, barely catching himself on his elbows. We’re both panting, sweaty, trembling. I stroke my hands up and down his back, feeling his racing heartbeat against my chest.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” It’s all he can manage.
“That was...”
“Yeah.”
I laugh, the sound vibrating through both of us. “We need more words.”
“I think you fucked them all out of my brain.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?”
“Definitely your fault.” He lifts his head to look at me, and his expression is so open, so vulnerable, it makes my heart ache. “You’re incredible. Did I mention that?”
“Once or twice.” I trace my fingers along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. “You’re not so bad yourself. For a first-timer.”
“I’m going to get better.” He rolls off me carefully, pulling me against his chest. “I’m going to study. Practice. Run extensive trials.”
“Extensive trials, huh?”
“Multiple data points are essential for drawing accurate conclusions.”
I snort. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Your nerd.” The words seem to slip out of his mouth and he tenses slightly, as if he’s worried he’s said too much.
But I just smile and press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Yeah,” I say softly. “My nerd.”
The possessive feels strange in my mouth—I’ve never been someone who claims people, who lets herself belong to anyone. The armor was supposed to prevent exactly this. But lying here, with his heartbeat under my lips and his arms around me, I realize I don’t want the armor anymore.
I want this. I want him. And for once, I’m not going to analyze my way out of it.
CHAPTER 18
Logan
