Page 7 of Seven of Hearts

But those fantasies weren’t exactly in the past either . . .

I rolled my lips together as he eased forward, sliding his hands up and underneath the fabric of the shirt he had put around me.

“I’m good at keeping secrets,” Logan soothed. “What happens at the wedding stays at the wedding. I’ll be gone on Tuesday.”

Those hands glided over my waist to my ribs. Then, they were grazing the sides of my breasts.

“Tell me all your fantasies,” he coaxed in a soft, hoarse rasp.

Sparks danced across my skin, making my fingertips blaze electric. I needed to touch him. I needed him to ground me; to complete that connection.

I tipped my chin up, leaving only a breath between us as our lips grazed. “They were all you.”

Logan knocked the breath out of my lungs with the kiss. It was desperate and wanton. He grappled for purchase, yanking me to the edge of the counter until we were chest to chest. He tangled his fingers in the back of my hair and yanked my head back. “Open up for me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. His tongue was warm and slow as it slid against mine. I whimpered into his mouth as I arched my back, pressing closer and closer until he grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Bed,” I whispered in panted desperation when we broke for air.

Logan shook his head. “You had a lot to drink.”

The single pass of his thumb across my tightened nipple had me aching for more.

“You drank as much as I did,” I whined as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. My legs tightened and my toes curled. “Do you have a condom?”

Logan’s eyes darkened. “Yes.”

His shirt dropped from my shoulders. “Then tell me about your fantasies. Or is this one-sided?”

He swallowed, taking me in. “It’s not one-sided.”

I hooked my fingers inside the front waistband of his trousers. “Then one night...For all the fantasies that we never indulged in. I solemnly swear that I’m consenting.” My lips curved into a smile against his. “And Kylie never has to know.”

“You sure?”

I reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, opened the voice note app, and tapped the record button. “Hi, Logan. This is Leah Holloway, politely requesting to be fucked into oblivion at your earliest convenience.” I squealed in surprise as he yanked me off the counter and carried me into the bedroom. “Also, thank you for complimenting my tits.”

I laughed as I was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. Logan’s phone fell from my hand as I bounced on the mattress. He took a step back, studying me as he slowly shucked off his trousers. Black boxers were painted across his ass and thighs.

“Tell me something,” he said as he grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. “How does this compare to your fantasy?”

I arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him. “You haven’t done anything spectacular, but the sight is incredible.”

He cracked another one of those rare smiles. “Is that a challenge?”

“I don’t give out participation ribbons.”

Logan chuckled as he moved between my thighs and rid me of my thong. “Then open your legs and let me earn it.”

He cupped my sex as he shifted one knee between my legs and the other outside of my hip. “Already wet for me? I think that’s a point in my favor.”

“You’re welcome.”

He arched an eyebrow and pressed two fingers against my pussy, scissoring them to open my entrance. “You’re a lot mouthier than you were earlier. You barely talked to me this morning.”

“Whiskey makes me sassy.”

“I like your sass,” he said as he slid two fingers inside me and crooked them, stroking my walls until he found the spot he was looking for.

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