Page 22 of Not By the Playbook

My teeth sink into my bottom lip. It’s almost impossible to contain my whimpers. Shudders wrack my frame.

Logan leans up, melding his lips against mine. I taste a mix of myself and him. I need more. I shove off his shorts and boxers. He leans over me, and seconds later, I hear the blessed, blessed sound of foil ripping. And then his hands grip my ass, arranging me to his liking. His cock, heavy and thick, throbs against my fluttering belly, before dragging down to my opening.

He pushes, insistent for entry. He is big, bigger than I remember, and after a momentary tightness, he is inside me. Our moans sound in unison. He drives in all the way to the hilt, the tip of his cock brushing against my cervix. I gasp at the sensation.

He growls, low in his chest. His features are raw, his jaw clenched tight as if this is too much, but not enough.

He withdraws slowly and my pussy clenches, unwilling to release him. He slides out until only his tip is within me, then surges back in.

“Baby, fuck. God, this is all I’ve been able to think about.”

“Me, too.” I bury my face in his chest, his heart thuds against my lips. Then he rakes his fingers through my hair and tugs my face back, as if he needs to see me.

And for a second, he is seeing me.

“Rebecca. Honey.” His voice is raw.

My toes tingle.

He groans and thrusts.

“Logan, Oh God. Oh God.” I’m panting, sizzling, going up in flames.

That’s all the permission he needs.

“Becs. Becs.” His voice is rough against my skin as he pounds into me, as if he can’t get enough. I marvel at him. Muscles flexing with every thrust. I’m doing this to him. Me.

His pounding is hard, harsh. Each thrust drives me into the bed. But it’s not enough. He wraps a hand around one of my ankles and pulls it up, over his shoulder, opening me wide to receive him.

He drives into me with another groan. There’s a momentary stinging and then pressure. God, the pressure is so good. I feel so full.

“Logan. Oh God. Logan.” I’m babbling. I can’t help it.

“Come on. Yes, just like that.”

Twinges of pleasure spike through me.

“God your pussy is so sweet. So tight.”

His balls slap against my ass, the lewd sound only making me hotter. He drives me into a frenzy, but when I’m hovering over the tip, the bastard slows. Each drag of his cock. In and out. I wrap my legs around his hips and haul him back. He groans, and I thrust up against him. I need more. I need this to go on forever, but I can’t take one more minute. This delicate balance, this tightrope of ecstasy. And then it happens. I shriek. Right this moment, the whole building can hear me, and I’m happy for them to listen.

“Honey. I’m coming. Oh shit.” He roars, and I feel him swell inside me and release.

We lie there, side by side. My skin is buzzing, little aftershocks running through me. Logan takes my hand. I’m too tired to do more than curl my fingers into his. And now right this moment, it is enough. I am enough.

Chapter Thirteen

Monday

BECS

I waketo Logan’s naked body sliding out from under me. I fell asleep on him again.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

“Good morning,” I mumble. Meeting his gaze, even after everything we did last night and again at dawn is impossible. But my bashfulness doesn’t stop me from leeching onto his arm when he moves to get up.

Logan laughs, low and sexy, making the space between my thighs tingle. “Baby, I gotta go to practice.”

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