His jaw locked, muscles standing out in his neck as he fought for control. "Rachel—fuck—baby, I'm close."
"Not yet," she breathed, even though she was climbing toward that edge herself, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak.
She slowed her movements, rolling her hips in a torturously slow grind that pulled gasps from both of them. Drew it out. Made him feel every inch. Made herself feel it.
"Jesus Christ," he bit out, his whole body trembling beneath her. "You're killing me."
Rachel smiled despite the ache building inside her, despite her own desperation for release. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "Good."
Then she picked up the pace again, faster now, harder, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the quiet afternoon. The friction, the heat, the fullness, it was overwhelming. Her breath came in sharp gasps. Her thighs burned. The pressure inside her climbed higher and higher, almost painful in its intensity.
"Logan—" she choked out, the name breaking on a gasp. "I can't—I need—"
He growled and surged upright in one fluid motion, never breaking their connection. His mouth crashed into hers, swallowing her gasp. One arm locked around her back, holding her tight against him. The shift in position changed the angle again, and suddenly he was hitting deeper, in a way that pulled a cry from her throat.
"I've got you," he muttered against her lips. "Let go, baby."
Then his free hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit with unerring precision. He circled it once, twice, three times, firm, steady pressure that jerked her whole body.
The pressure inside her reached a breaking point. She was right there, teetering on the edge, every nerve ending screaming for release.
"Logan, " His name came out as a sob.
"Let go," he commanded. His fingers moved faster, his hips driving up to meet hers. "Come for me."
Rachel shattered.
Pleasure tore through her, consuming and absolute. Her head snapped back, a cry ripping from her throat as her body arched against his. Wave after wave crashed through her, stealing her breath, stealing her thoughts, leaving nothing but pure sensation. Her inner muscles clenched around him, pulsing in rhythm with the aftershocks rolling through her.
She heard him curse, felt his whole body go rigid beneath her. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as his control finally broke. He thrust up into her one last time, deep and hard, and then he was coming too. His release poured into her as he groaned against her shoulder, his arms locked around her like he'd never let go.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Rachel just stayed there, wrapped around him, breathing hard. Her forehead rested against his shoulder, her whole body still trembling with aftershocks. She could feel him still inside her, softening slowly, their bodies still joined.
She didn't want to move. Didn't want to break this connection.
His chest rose and fell beneath her, each breath deep and steady. His heart hammered against her ribs where they pressed together,gradually slowing from its frantic pace. One of his hands stayed splayed across her lower back, holding her to him. The other traced slow patterns up and down her spine, gentle, soothing, grounding.
Rachel lifted her head slowly, her body still loose and languid. She threaded her fingers into his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His eyes were closed, jaw relaxed, some of the tension finally gone from his face. He looked peaceful in a way she hadn't seen since before the warehouse.
She pressed her lips to his temple, a soft kiss, then another at his cheekbone, the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, mapping his face with gentle touches, taking her time.
His eyes opened, finding hers. Dark and soft and full of love.
"Hi," she whispered.
The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Hi, baby."
Rachel smiled and kissed him properly this time. Slow and sweet, no urgency behind it. Just connection. Affection. Love.
When she pulled back, she shifted slightly, and the movement pulled a gasp from both of them, he was still inside her, still sensitive, and the friction sent a small aftershock through her body.
His hands tightened on her hips. "You okay?"
"Yeah." She settled back down, adjusting her weight. "I don't want to move yet."
"Then don't." His arms came around her again, holding her close. "Stay right here."
So she did.
