“Ooh, kinky. Maybe we’ll have to— Camden!”
I’m completely on top of him half a second later, my thighs straddling his hips as I grab one of his pillows. He doesn’t even have time to cover his face before I’m holding it down over his head playfully. I can hear his muffled laughter from behind the fabric, and he pulls it from my grip with ease before smacking me upside the head with it.
“Oh no you didn’t,” I say with a laugh.
After struggling for a couple seconds, I manage to wrestle the pillow from him and toss it on the floor. He’s already reaching for another, but I’m faster than he gives me credit for, already shackling his wrists on either side of his head.
He’s panting heavily, his soft chuckles fading as we stare at each other, smiling and struggling to catch our breath.
God, I love you.
My throat constricts at the thought, but once again, I remind myself not to rock the boat by saying it. Because there’s too much to lose if he doesn’t feel the same way. So instead, I drop my lips to his, needing some way to express the emotions coursing through my veins like a wildfire.
I release his wrists, and his fingers weave through my hair instinctively, holding me in this kiss like I might try to escape. But little does he realize, there’s no escaping this.Him.
Not that I’d want to.
I’m a willing prisoner to everything that is Logan Reed.
My teeth snag his bottom lip, tugging on it gently as I lower my hips down against his in a slow grind. It’s not much, just enough for him to feel my erection rubbing against his already thickening cock, but a wry chuckle slips from him.
“I thought you were tired,” he teases.
From the lust radiating off him when I pull back, he’s not complaining about this shift in mood. Which is why I roll my hips again, keeping my gaze locked on his face as I do.
“You know I’m never too tired for this.”
He grins, a searing heat in his eyes as his hands skate under my sweatshirt, finding my skin. And that’s all it takes: one brush of his skin on mine, and I’m fucking done for.
I haul my hoodie over my head before making quick work of my sweats, shoving them down my legs along with my underwear. Logan follows suit, his shirt already on the floor by the time I’m working on his belt, then dragging his jeans from his body.
Once we’re both blissfully, sinfully naked, I crawl back over him, blanketing his body with my own before finding his lips. I mold mine against them before teasing them apart with my tongue, greed for more spurring me to deepen the kiss.
His hand slides between us and curls around my shaft, giving me a few slow strokes. I moan into his mouth, the sound pouringfrom me without thought, and he lets out a little raspy chuckle.
“Damn, I love that sound. Your little whimpers are so fucking sexy.”
That stupid word falling off his tongue has my heart racing behind my ribs like it’s in the damn Kentucky Derby. Logan remains oblivious, though, nipping my lower lip and giving it a tug.
The bite sends another wave of lust to my every nerve ending, heating me like it’s liquid sunshine coursing through my veins.
“Top or bottom?”
“Bottom,” I whisper, nudging his nose with mine.
He’s topped me a few times over the last month since Valentine’s Day, but I know he prefers to be the hole rather than the peg. So whenever he’s offering me the choice? Yeah, I’m gonna choose to feel him inside me instead.
And from his little smirk, he’s figured that out.
He grabs the lube from his nightstand, wasting no time applying a copious amount to his shaft as he looks at me.
“Top or bottom?” he asks again.
I grin, and rather than answering him with words, I flop to my back like a starfish.
He laughs, shaking his head as he shifts, positioning himself between my thighs.
“I don’t know why I even asked,” he muses while swiping his crown against my hole. “You turn into the biggest pillow princess whenever you bottom.”
