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I lift my hips off the bed, pressing into his erection, and he fights to keep his eyes open.

“But there’s so much more fun we could have here,” I tease, batting my eyes at him as I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock.

“Kitten,” he rasps, his eyes glowing with a primal need that sends a shiver down my spine, “you’re getting in that shower one way or another. How quickly you do it, however, determines if you get this cock or not.”

He thrusts into my hand, and I moan before pushing him off me and jumping out of the bed as he laughs. Glancing back at him, I pause and turn to just look at him. He’s sprawled out across my bed, naked as the day he was born with his hand on his chest as he looks back at me with love shining in his eyes. Happiness swells up inside, me and it feels like I may just burst from it.

“Hey, Logan,” I whisper, and a soft smile pulls at his lips.

“Yeah, Gorgeous?”

“I love you.”

His smile slowly melts away as he just stares at me, the intensity in his eyes overpowering as he meets my gaze and holds it there, like he can’t physically look away. There’s so much that passes between us as we look at each other across my bedroom, and I can’t believe that I ever doubted this. Our connection is present in every single look, every little touch, and I hate that we wasted time skirting around each other.

He sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed and holds his hand out to me. I go to him without a drop of hesitation and straddle his lap as he wraps his arms around my waist. As he smiles up at me and pulls me closer, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean down, gently pressing my lips to his. He trails his hand over my hair, cradling the back of my head as he takes control from me and teases my lips with the tip of his tongue.

I sigh, melting into him, and he runs his tongue slowly along the roof of my mouth, and I tremble in his arms. Humming his approval, he stands with me in his arms and starts walking to the bathroom without pulling away from my lips. It’s a little awkward but we make it to the bathroom, and he presses one last sweet kiss to my lips before pulling away just enough to turn on the water.

“Was that your way of saying, ‘I love you, too’?” I ask, and he smiles.

“No.”

I scowl and he laughs, reaching up and smoothing the crinkle in my forehead.

“I can’t find the right words for what you mean to me, Ali. Every time I think I’ve got a grip on this emotion, you do something and my feelings for you grow, eclipsing the sensation I just felt moments before. Each time I think I couldn’t possibly love you any more, you go and prove me wrong, and a simple word like ‘love’ just doesn’t do it anymore.”

“Well, that’ll do,” I whisper, unable to catch my breath after his beautiful words, and he laughs. I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment, and I throw up a massive thanks to the universe that all the stars aligned when they did and brought Logan and I together. He kisses me again and walks us into the shower, careful not to stick my face under the water, and I grin at him.

His brow arches, and I reach behind me, cupping my hand so it fills with water. He starts shaking his head. “Don’t do it, Kitten.”

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t spank your ass this time since you seem to like it so damn much.”

I pout and the water falls out of my hand. He laughs and leans in, biting my neck. “Don’t pout, Sweetheart. I can think of lots of other things that we can do to cheer you up.”

“Such as?”

He smiles, sliding me down the front of his body, and my breath catches as my feet hit the tile, and he spins me around, pressing my chest up against the tile wall. I gasp, and he circles his tongue on my neck before kissing the same spot, and my gasp turns into a moan.

“Press your hands to the wall above your head,” he whispers in my ear, and I suck in a breath as I do as I’m told. He nudges my feet apart as his hands slips around my body, and he pulls me away from the wall so he can cup my breasts. I move my hips back, pressing against his cock, and he softly groans in my ear, sending another shiver twisting down my spine.

“You want something, Sweetheart?” he asks, and I nod. “You think you’re ready for me?”

I nod. “Yes.”

His teeth sink into my ear as one of his hands travels down my body, slipping between my legs. I moan when he brushes against my clit, and he growls, his finger sliding into me with ease.

“Oh, you’re so wet, Baby. You feeling a little desperate?” He slowly pulls his finger out and slides it back in – too slowly – and it feels like a form of torture.

“Yes, Logan,” I moan, rocking my hips as I try to get some friction. He pulls away from me, and I cry out as he spins me around and presses my back to the wall. With wide, needy eyes, I watch him as he grips my chin in his hand, hard, but not enough to hurt me, and leans in, moving my head to the side as he presses his lips to my neck. My eyes flutter closed, and he bites a line up my neck all the way to my ear, my body shaking violently in his grasp.

“God, you’re so responsive,” he mumbles, kissing behind my ear as he takes one of my nipples between his thumb and finger. “You have no idea how hard you get me. Everything you do turns me on but watching you come undone beneath me, shaking as your need takes over your body and you lose yourself in me – nothing is better than that.”

“Please, Logan,” I gasp, reaching out and wrapping my fingers around his cock. He drops his head back as I move my hand up and down his shaft, trying to drive him crazy enough that he doesn’t feel the need to endlessly tease me today. “I need you.”

His head falls forward, and his eyes snap open, boring into me as he takes a step toward me. My hand falls away, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Say that again.”