Page 45 of No First Kisses

Breathless and flushed, I think about breaking his thumbs if he doesn’t get naked. The hormones are making me crazy, but I really want to know why he’s gone full alpha when it comes to my safety.

“Okay,” I huff when I finally get control over my girly bits. “Tell me.”

Logan sits back, just out of reach, which is probably good since I’m still wrapped in my blanket and can’t get to him.

“You know that Lettie died of a drug overdose.”

I nod but don’t open my mouth.

“You also know that they got the guy, and his fingerprints were all over the syringe and my sister’s body.”

Again, I nod.

“He was released from prison this week, and I’m afraid that he’s going to come after me. And by me, I mean you. Because I’m terrified that he’s going to try to hurt me, and you’re the only way he can do that.”

I pause and then nod. Logan had been right there in court when they’d charged the drug dealer, and I remember it being one of the last times I ever saw him before he left for his first duty station.

It was right after boot camp, and I’d still been recovering, or I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Logan came to my parents’ house after, making sure that I knew the man responsible was going to prison.

“He’s dangerous, Poppy. It doesn’t matter that he’s served his time. Or that the parole board deemed him acceptable to release. I don’t trust him not to try and hurt you to get to me. So I’ve got help watching your six.”

His eyes take on the same dead, haunted look they used to have whenever he looked at me. For the first time since we decided to really do this, I’m afraid. Not of the drug dealer. Well, that’s a lie. I’m horrified for Logan that the man responsible for Lettie’s death may not be done with his family. But that isn’t the important part. The important thing that I worry about is the fact that I know Logan. And Logan will do anything he thinks may keep me safe. Including run. Again.

In my hurry to get off the couch, I forget that I literally can’t escape because I’ve wrapped myself like a baby in a swaddle, and I fall off the couch with an “Oomph.”

Logan catches me so I don’t land on my stomach, which I’m thankful for. But that doesn’t stop me from disentangling myself from the blankets as quickly as I’m able. Nor does it stop me from launching myself back at him, wrapping my legs around his waist when he begins to pull back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I inform his neck as I press my face against him as close as I can manage. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere. Not when I’m about to have your freaking demon spawn who won’t sleep until you’re in bed with me at night. No one else is going to know how I like my coffee in the morning now or the fact that I have to eat those stupid crappy tacos unless they have pizza I can add taco toppings to.” I sniffle loudly, unable to stop the tears. “You literally cannot go. It will destroy me, do you understand?”

“Hey.” Logan brings his hands up to my neck, using his thumbs to force my face up to meet his. “I didn’t say I was going anywhere. Neither of us is going anywhere. I told you. I don’t care what I have to do or how many favors I have to call in, I’m going to keep you and our boy safe.” He kisses me again, taking his time, and I can’t help grinding down onto his lap.

“None of that now,” Logan whispers against my lips while his hands grab my thighs. “I’m trying to tell you why I need you to listen to me about being careful. Don’t go out if you don’t have to. And if you do, let me know where you’re going and when you’re home. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Do you understand?” He’s throwing my own question back at me, and I don’t even care.

I don’t stop.

In fact, his words have me pressing into him until I can feel his groan rather than hear it.

“I’m listening,” I tell him once I’m satisfied that he’s getting worked up. “But right now, I need you inside me. Afterward, you can tell me all the things you need me to do so that you don’t lose your mind when you’re not with me. Right now, though, you need to take your fucking pants off.” I growl the last bit, already stripping the shirt off my body.

“Nothing else?” Logan croaks. “You weren’t wearing anything else?”

“No.”

I smile at him when he lifts me up. Just enough so that he can unzip his pants and pull them down over his dick. Then he’s bringing me right back down on top of his hard cock. Doing what I can to help, I move a hand between us and grab just under the head, guiding him until he lines up at my entrance.

“Rock back.” His order falls on deaf ears when he slides completely into my body.

Slowly. So slowly that my eyes start to cross with the pure ecstasy of our connection.

“Take everything.” Logan’s hoarse voice coaxes me, demands that I ride him. And when his hands touch my center, where we are joined together, I lose all the control I thought I had.

“Yes.” I moan, picking up the pace until our skin slaps together over and over again. “More.”

Logan grunts in response, and his hands dig into my skin, urging me faster and faster, until I scream my orgasm.

In the next instant, his hands freeze on my body, and Logan pushes impossibly deeper into my warmth. His silent tension reverberates through my body, and the hot splashes of his release coat the inside of my body and onto my thighs when he pulls his still-hard cock from my core.

The entire time, our eyes are on each other.

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