My lips twitch as I arch a brow. “And for that, I’m gonna turn you into a pillowbiternext time I get inside you.”
It’s not so much a threat as it is a promise, mostly because he loves to give me shit when we both know I’mfarfrom a pillow princess. But as much as I love riding him or the feel of him fucking me hard and dirty from behind, I can’t get enough of the way his body feels layered over me. How his chest presses intomine while he kisses and fucks me with long, slow thrusts.
There’s something grounding about it—a safety and closeness I’ve come to crave from him whenever I can.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, biting back a grin as he presses his hips forward, my body easily giving way for the blunt head of his cock. He doesn’t stop at just the head, though, continuing to tunnel inside me until he bottoms out. I gasp as his hips collide with my ass, feeling more full than I ever have in my life.
Of want, of need.
Of fucking love.
Because I have no doubt that’s what this is. Having seen all of my friends fall victim to it, I know what love looks like. And when I look at myself in the mirror every morning, it’s obvious I’ve succumbed as well.
Two clay eyes stare down at me with more emotions than I can name as he holds still, allowing me to adjust for a moment. And my chest aches as I hold his gaze. To the point where I almost have to rub the spot where my heart is slamming against my ribcage.
“Kiss me. Please,” I whisper, damn near pleading.
I’m already wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, hauling him down until his body completely envelopes mine. Holding his weight on his forearms, his fingers snake into my hair before his lips find mine, kissing me with so much passion, I can’t even think straight.
His hips start moving in long, slow rolls, pulling his entire length out so only the tip is still lodged inside me, only to slide all the way home again. He does it over and over while his lips and tongue fuck my mouth in time with his thrusts, the smooth, steady rhythm feeling more like a heartbeat.
My hands map over his body, touching him anywhere and everywhere I can get my hands on. The smooth lines of his chest,the slight indents of his abs. The muscles in his back contracting and relaxing with each languid roll of his hips.
“Fuck, Lo. I need to feel you. All of you.”
Logan hums a little before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the side of my jaw, then my throat, before licking a line up the side of it. His pace remains steady, never once picking up speed, yet still driving me mad with need.
It’s measured and meticulous and so fuckingLogan,it causes my chest to swell even more. To the point where, I swear, my heart is going to explode, and that’s before he starts murmuring praises in my ear like sinful secrets.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Cam. So tight around me. I love every minute I’m inside you.”
His forehead presses against mine before he nips at my bottom lip some more, tugging it between his teeth, then releasing it. A breathy moan spills from me at the bite of pain, and I can feel myself coming apart at the seams—not just from the pleasure his body is bringing mine, but from the words leaving his mouth. Because as he says these things, these praises paired with that stupid fucking word, I start getting ideas.
That maybe he feels the same way.
That the slow, sensual rhythm he has us in, the soft whispers and brushes of lips, are his way of telling me I’m not alone in this. Because while this may have started out as just sex, it’s something completely different now. Something so much more intimate. More intense and profound, and it shakes me to my core.
It’s the most terrifying, exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced.
Logan’s breath is a featherlight caress over my heated skin as he rolls his hips into me, the head swiping over that sensitive place inside me each time. My gaze traces over his face, mapping his features and memorizing this moment.
From the set of his jaw, I can tell he’s starting to get closer to the edge. I am too, each brush his cock makes over my prostate sending more delicious jolts of electricity down my spine. To the point where, if he picks up his pace or wraps his hand around my cock, I’ll probably come in two seconds flat.
But I don’t want to. Not yet. I wanna bask in this for a little while longer—live in the sensual cadence our bodies have found themselves in.
“God, you always feel so good, baby.” A soft little laugh leaves him as he pulls back, only to sheath himself inside me again with a single, smooth thrust. “I could do this for the rest of my life.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, wanting to agree with him more than I should probably admit. Fuck, I’d give up everything to have this last forever. But not just the sex.
This. Us.
Once again, those three words, ones that would be catastrophic to voice, sit on my tongue. They dangle there, taunting me, threatening to spill from my lips. And after that declaration he just made? Part of me wants to let them. To finally admit aloud what… Fuck, what I’ve known for months now.
But the idea was to not fall in love, and I can’t bear the thought of having fallen alone.
There’s a noise from out in the hall, startling the both of us, though I’m thankful for the distraction from my dangerously wayward thoughts.
“What the hell? Was that a knock?” Logan murmurs, and I shake my head.
