Page 10 of Puck Me for Christmas

We moved together, lost in the sensation of skin against skin, of the water caressing us as we explored each other. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to ignite a new spark of desire, the warmth of the water only heightening the heat between us.

"Logan," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He responded with a low hum, his lips moving to my neck, his hands cupping my face as if he couldn't bear to let me go. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, to the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his kisses, the way his touch made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

We rose together so that we stood in the middle of the hot tub, feeling the chill of the air on our torsos and the heat that rose from within and beneath us. Eventually, we broke apart, both of us breathless, our hearts pounding in unison.

“Are you sure?” Logan asked. “Because if we continue, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“I’m sure,” I said, reaching for him. “Please.”

Once again, Logan’s hands found its way to my waist and then moved down to cup my cheeks of my ass while I pressed myself to him, feeling his erection against my belly. Our lips met again, and our kisses grew deeper, hungrier. He moved his hand around to my clit, drawing slow sensual circles around the nub. My nipples pebbled in response, and I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of his shaft, beginning to stroke up and down.

I looked into his eyes, so filled with desire and a readiness to please that I felt my orgasm start building. “I need you,” I whimpered, realizing that whatever happened next, this was going to be a moment I would never forget.

Spreading my legs, I guided him inside, causing us both to moan in pleasure. He wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust himself into me hard.

“God, you feel good,” he groaned.

I couldn’t even speak I was already so close.

Our bodies began to move in rhythm, the pulsing building with intensity until every fiber of my body zinged with electricity.

“Come for me baby,” Logan breathed, sucking and nipping the skin of my neck with his mouth.

My body suddenly exploded into orgasm, the vibrations making my back arch and my head roll back.

“Oh, fuck,” Logan said as he thrust his cock into me deep and I felt the rush of his release into my core.

The sensations slowly dissipated, and we finally pulled apart, gazing into each other’s eyes silently. Reaching up, he traced my lips with his finger.

"That was incredible," he said softly, “thank you.”

I smiled and kissed his fingertips. “It was. And you’re welcome.”

Logan smiled in return and took my hand in his, pressing it against his chest so I could feel his heartbeat.

We stayed in the water for a while longer, talking softly. The world seemed to hold its breath and standstill for us, or maybe I was just caught up in the magic of the moment, but I wanted it to last forever.

Afterward, wrapped in towels, we whispered goodnight near the spa door. As we parted, my heart swirled with hope, tenderness, and a flicker of fear. Old wounds might have started to heal, but the next two days would reveal if they were truly mended or merely bandaged.

Chapter Six

Logan

The sunlight streaming through the frosted window pulled me from restless dreams. I groaned, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Past noon. Damn.

My first thought wasn’t about the storm outside or the guests likely gathered downstairs. It was her. Emberleigh. The way she’d looked last night, bare and vulnerable, her laughter soft like the snow falling around us. The memory of her touch, the warmth of her body against mine, made my chest tighten. It had been more than passion; it had been connection, even more powerful than I’d thought possible.

But did she feel the same? That question gnawed at me as I showered and dressed. She’d let me in last night, shared her fears and wounds. Yet a part of me couldn’t shake the thought that she might regret it. Regret me.

By the time I made it downstairs, the dining room buzzed with late risers enjoying the smell of pancakes and bacon—Dante’s handiwork. The aroma alone had my stomach growling. I grabbed a plate and began piling it high, trying to focus on food instead of the possibility that Emberleigh might not want to see me. Had I taken things too far, too soon?

“Logan! There you are!” Sasha’s saccharine voice cut through the clatter of plates. My shoulders stiffened. Before I could even react, she was beside me, her designer perfume cloying in the cozy room.

“Good morning, Sasha,” I said, my tone clipped as I took a step back. I wasn’t in the mood for her antics.

But Sasha had a way of making her presence impossible to ignore. She pouted dramatically. “Not a good morning for me. My viewership numbers dropped overnight! Do you know what that means?”

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