Let him take care of you.The thought caresses me like a warm blanket.You don’t have to try anymore.
Finally, I’m bare beneath him, the warm air like silk against my skin.
His mouth presses against my inner thigh, then higher, and higher.
The first stroke of his tongue pulls a sigh from deep in my chest. It’s slow and warm, like he’s savoring me and has all the time in the world.
We do have all the time in the world. We have forever.
The stars are coming out above us, blurring and shimmering while Logan works me with his mouth. Golden warmth rolls through me like a wave, soft and endless, until I’m boneless and trembling in the grass.
Then he sits back on his heels and looks at me.
“What?” I ask, gazing up at him like he’s a god made flesh.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head slowly. “I just... I almost lost you today.”
“I’m here now,” I tell him, and then I laugh softly, becauseobviouslyI’m here. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
He strips off his own shirt, and the sight of his bare chest makes heat pool low in my belly. All that golden skin, those lean muscles, and the chain with the intertwined rings hanging from his neck that somehow feels like him even though it’s only a piece of jewelry.
His pants come off next. Then the rest of it, and then he’s lowering himself over me, skin against skin, and I relax from the weight of him pressing me down into the soft grass.
“You’ve been through so much today.” He brushes my hair back from my face, gazing down at me as if I’m a vision from a dream. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. You’ll never hurt me.” I bring my arms up and wrap them around his neck, but the movement feels slow and fluid, like it’s happening underwater.
He positions himself at my entrance and pauses there, his forehead dropping to mine.
“I love you,” he says, and from the wide-eyed gaze he’s giving me and the slowness of his breathing, it’s like he’s begging me to believe him. “You know that, right? I love you, and nothing will ever change that.”
“I know.” I lift my hips, trying to take him in, but the movement is sluggish and dreamlike. “I love you too.”
Finally, he slides into me in one long, slow stroke.
My head falls back against the grass, and my mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The feeling of him filling me and stretching me is overwhelming, perfect, and distant all at once.
He holds still for a moment, his arms trembling where they brace on either side of my head, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my throat.
Then, he starts to move.
He’s going slow. So slow. Pleasure ripples through me, and I float on the sensation, my hips rising to meet his in a rhythm that feels automatic, like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
“Stay with me forever.” My words come from somewhere far away.
“I’m here.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, my eyelids, and my mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The pleasure crests like a gentle wave. There’s no sharp peak or desperate climb—it’s just a gradual brightening, soft pulses of warmth spreading through my body while I make sounds that don’t quite reach my ears.
Then, he starts to pull out.
No.
I reach for his hips and bring them back down, burying him so deep inside me that I feel every inch of him.
“Keep going,” I breathe. “I want you to finish, too. Then I can sleep with part of you inside me.”
Logan groans against my neck, and his pace quickens, becoming harder and more urgent.
