Page 97 of Seven of Hearts

I never wanted to come back to Beaufort. I had been content running away from it all. She was the act of God that brought me back.

I wrapped my arm around her belly and held both of them close. “Watching you be so selfless with your body makes me a selfish man. I think you’re so fucking sexy.” I slid my hand down the curve of her ass and gave it a little squeeze. “I fantasize about you every waking moment.”

“Tell me,” she whispered.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me your fantasies.” Her lips quirked. “I told you mine and that’s what got us into this mess.”

I kissed behind her ear. “If this is messy, then I never want to get clean.”

Leah’s laugh was startlingly bright. “Come on. Tell me your fantasies or I’ll think you’re just blowing smoke.”

No way in hell was I just blowing smoke.

“I think about you on your hands and knees. Your tits swinging as I fuck you. That sound you make when I hit just the right spot.”

The little breath that escaped her lips was music to my ears.

I trailed my knuckles down her spine. “I love that moment when you tip your head back and arch your back.”

She pushed her ass into my hips.

I chuckled as I grazed the back of her shoulder with my teeth. “That’s my girl.”

“What else?” she whispered as her fingers tightened on the pillow.

“I love the feeling when I slide into you for the first time. Your pussy is so tight that I stop breathing for a second.” I smoothed my palm over her ass and between her legs. Thanks to the pillow between her knees, I had uninhibited access to her sex.

Leah gasped when I cupped her pussy and squeezed.

“Do you need something, baby?” I growled as I nipped at her ear.

She tried to clench her thighs to ease the ache, but the pillow kept them apart. I skated my fingertips up and down the gusset of her panties, teasing her slit but not satiating her craving.

“Logan,” she whimpered.

I grinned against her spine. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

Her nipples were tight beads, thick and swollen with need. I cupped her breast and grazed her nipple with the pad of my thumb.

“Logan!” her cry of desire was much more desperate.

“What’s the matter, beautiful?” I teased in an innocent tone. “You sound like you’re uncomfortable.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Ah, I think I’m going to need you to be a little more specific,” I said as I teased her nipple again.

“I need you to fuck me,” she gasped.

Leah tried to roll over onto her back, but I stopped her with my hand on her hip. “Stay on your side. It’ll be easier for you.”

“But I?—”

I grabbed a spare pillow and added it to the one already between her legs, parting them a little bit more.

“Are you going to fuck me through my underwear?” she asked with a sassy lift of her eyebrow.

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