Page 86 of The Playbook

His eyes raked over my face briefly before he pushed further into me, his thickness filling me. Inch by inch, he moved forward until he was buried inside me.

He brushed my hair away from my face once he was seated in my confines and kissed me for a while. Then he began to move. Slowly, he eased out before thrusting back in. And again. Again. Again.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his forehead against mine. “Gracie, baby, I want to make this really good for you, but fuck. I don’t think I’m going to last long with you.”

I kissed him, my way of letting him know it was OK. He stroked in and out slowly, bringing a delicious rain of heat with every motion until he was breathless and the familiar tingle began to niggle at me. His fingers reached between us, igniting a spark that quickly blossomed into a fire, which had me thrusting against his hips, chasing the orgasm that was just within reach.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he cried out the same time I did, both of us spiraling together until he lay breathless over me, his body trembling.

His mouth sought mine, and he kissed me so hard my toes curled. When he broke away, he rested his forehead against mine.

“I love you, Gracie,” he said softly, cradling my face. “You’re incredible.”

My pulse roared in my ears as I opened my mouth. “I love you too.”

A sweet smile spread across his face, warming me before his mouth found mine again, his fingers tangled in my hair.

When we finally stopped to breathe, he pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. I averted my eyes as he removed the condom.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, getting to his feet. He disappeared into his bathroom for a moment. Then he returned and crawled into bed beside me, tucking me against his body.

“I never want this to end.” He kissed the top of my head.

I snuggled against him, feeling the same way.

CHAPTER40

Logan

She loved me.

She fucking loved me.

I grinned like an idiot as I stared at myself in the mirror Monday morning, still high from my night with Grace on Saturday.

And the best part?

We were going public with our relationship. I was picking her up for school, and then. . . I blew out a deep breath. I had no idea. I’d be able to kiss her and hold her hand in front of people. People would know how we felt about one another. I wasn’t entirely sure how Coach would react, but Grace said he’d given her the green light to date, so that had to put my balls in the clear. Hopefully.

I’d written in the playbook earlier this morning about how excited and in love I was with Grace. It felt like I was going to burst with happiness as I stared down at the pages of the book. I closed it and stuffed it into my backpack with the rest of my things. Then I headed downstairs and out to my Jeep after snagging a granola bar from the kitchen. Admittedly, I drove faster to her house than usual, my excitement at getting to see her on overdrive. Our night together had been pure magic. The most amazing night I’d ever spent with anyone, truth be told.

When I pulled into her driveway, I noted Coach’s car was already gone. I breathed a sigh of relief because it saved me from a potentially dangerous situation with him. I made a mental note to talk to him though and explain my feelings for Grace since I knew he thought I wasn’t a one girl sort of guy.

“Morning, beautiful,” I greeted her when she opened the door, her dark hair hanging around her in soft waves. I pulled her in and planted a kiss on her lips, our fingers entwined.

“Morning,” she said, easing away from me, a glimmer in her eyes. She closed the door, and I led her to my Jeep.

“Are you nervous about today?” I opened the passenger side and helped her in.

“Yes, but I want to do this.” She buckled her seatbelt, a look of determination on her face.

“Me too.” I leaned over her and placed another kiss on her lips. I couldn’t get enough of her. “I’m excited.”

She laughed. “You would be. Anything to see me squirm.”

“Damn right, baby.” I kissed her again before closing her inside the car.

When I was behind the wheel, I started the engine and backed onto the street. We rode along, her hand in mine, the radio blaring an old rock song she tapped her feet to. I enjoyed sneaking peeks at her from the corner of my eye as one song ended and another began, her feet always keeping the rhythm.

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