“I’myourdirty little slut, let’s get that straight.”
“Only mine,” he all but growls. “Say it.”
“Yours.” I’m so close again, and when he grabs my other ankle and places it over his other shoulder. He really gives it to me, his balls slapping against my wet heat as I tip my head back and scream his name. I can’t hold on any longer, his massive, thick cock just hits all the right spots.
He stills, almost roaring as he unleashes reams of hot cum inside me, and I wipe away my hair that’s stuck to my forehead. “Holy fuck,” he mutters.
“That’s hot,” I pant. “So damn hot.”
He smirks, freeing both of my legs as he plants a chaste kiss on my lips. “You started it.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. “Can one blame me? Seriously?”
He shuts me up with his mouth and we kiss for a long time. My heart warms that I’m the only woman he’s kissed in a very long time. It makes me feel special. Like I mean something to him.
He loves me.
“Did you mean all of what you said in Mississippi?” I blurt out.
He cocks his head to one side. “Which part?”
“That I love you part.”
He rolls his eyes, a habit I swear to god he picked up from me. “You of all people should know I never say things I don’t mean, baby.”
Well, that is true. He is a man of few words.
“Well, I mean a lot happened. People say things when lives are at stake and things are risky. Adrenaline and all that?—”
He smirks. “You think I said I love you because of an adrenaline spike?”
It sounds ridiculous, even to me, but I plow on. “I just mean people can say stuff in the heat of the moment?—”
He places a finger over my mouth. “You know for a smart fuckin’ woman, you say some dumb shit sometimes.”
“Hey!” I slap his ass which only serves to make him grin harder.
“I told you I loved you because I meant every word. I don’t throw them around lightly, especially those three.”
I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding. I know this. I’m not a needy woman, and here I am wanting to make sure that this is real. That I didn’t just dream it. “I don’t either,” I tell him. “I love you, Logan Ernest Dawnson—even the grumpy parts of you.”
He bumps his hips, still inside me. “Do you have to keep usin’ my middle name?”
“Why? It’s a perfectly good middle name.” I try to keep a straight face. “It’s cute.”
“Don’t fuckin’ ‘cute’ me.” I squeal as he rolls us over, and I’m now on top. “Or I’ll spank that hot little ass until you can’t sit down.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He chuckles, pulling me down until his arms are wrapped around me. “Go to sleep.”
“Like this?” I breathe.
“Yeah, just like this.”
“But you’re still in me.”
“I know. I like bein’ close to you.”
