“Logan Winchester, I demand to know if you’ve been letting me win all these years at our stupid games.”
“Stupid games?”
“Answer the question.”
Dark hair falls out of her ponytail, brushing against my face. Her eyes are bright. Fierce. Determined to get this answer out of me.
“Does the answer really matter?”
I can see her fighting the smile. “Yes.”
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“I swear on my life, that I have never, ever let you win at anything.”
A shudder racks her body.
“Not even the trail run?”
“Okay, maybe that.”
“I knew it. You’re such an ass.”
“Am I? How can you blame me when I got to watch you run?”
She tries to push off of me, but I wrap my arms around her, starting to tickle her sides.
This is what I missed most. These moments with her. Getting to be ourselves. Logan and Audrey. Not the running back and Olympic skier that the world sees us as.
“Let me go!” she shrieks.
“I’m not going to let you go that easy.”
Flipping us around, I pin her back to the bed, cards strewn all over the flimsy comforter.
“You’re not?”
The playfulness in her eyes is replaced with something else. Something that has me getting hard in my sweats.
“I only just got you back. You think I’m done with you yet?”
Warm hands slide under my T-shirt. Short nails press into my pecs, and fuck, my dick is getting harder by the minute.
“Why don’t you show me hownot donewith me you really are?”
I fuse my lips to hers, swallowing her gasps and moans. Sliding my tongue inside her mouth and exploring it. Learning her taste again.
It’s only been what, twelve hours? And I’m already addicted to her again.
My own hands slide under her shirt. Warm skin meets my own as I push the soft material up and over her head.
With no bra on, my eyes feast on her ample breasts. The teardrop shapes and wide, dusty-rose nipples. I want to bury my face in them and not leave. Enjoy every single ounce of pleasure she gives me.
I flick my tongue over her nipple, getting it nice and tight. I love how responsive she is to me. She’s a squirming mess.
I know she wants more. Can feel it in everything she’s giving me.
But not today. Today, I’m going to draw this out for as long as possible.
