Page 111 of Seven of Hearts

In my heart of hearts, I knew Logan was coming back. But what if he got cold feet? We hadn’t moved past being together in a boyfriend-girlfriend-co-parenting sort of situation.

Okay, so we lived together. That was definitely something. But what if it was just out of pity, or making sure his kid had more space than a one-bedroom apartment?

“I made a reservation for us at Revanche,” he said, startling me out of the depressing haze.

“You what?” I looked down at my pajama pants and slippers. “Can we get takeout? Because I’m not dressed for it.”

“I grabbed a dress for you. That black stretchy one that I like to see you in.” Logan came up to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I have your toothbrush and your contact case and solution. I have your glasses. I threw all your makeup in a bag because I didn’t know what you’d want. I have fresh pajamas for tonight and clothes for tomorrow. I have it all.”

I rested my forehead on his chest and started to sway with him as he wrapped his arms around me.

“How was the massage?”

“So good,” I murmured into his shirt.

“Yeah? Did you relax?”

I nodded.

Logan brushed my hair to one shoulder. “Good girl,” he murmured as he craned his neck to the side and nibbled on my earlobe.

“I...” A soft sigh escaped my lips as he slid his hands up my ribs to cup the sides of my breasts. “I probably still smell like massage oil.”

Pregnancy had put my olfactory senses on overdrive. Usually the herbal scent of massage oil was mild. But, to me, it smelled like I had bathed in it.

Logan groaned as he sucked on my throat and pulled me closer into his chest. “I like it.” One hand slipped up the hem of the hoodie I was in. He grazed his fingers up and down the small of my back. “Your skin is so soft.”

I gasped when his teeth sunk into my neck. Pinpricks of delight and desire skittered across my skin.

“Arms up,” Logan said as he took a small step back and pulled the hoodie over my head. He didn’t waste any time in getting rid of my shirt or kneeling to wiggle my pajama pants off of my hips.

“My girl,” he murmured as he smoothed his hands up my legs and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

My skin was alive with sparks as he slowly pulled them down.

A deep groan reverberated from his chest. “So wet for me already.”

I gasped as a single finger circled my entrance, dancing over my clit. My knees buckled at the sensation.

Logan wrapped his arms around me as he stood. “We don’t want you falling down, now, do we?”

I waited while he pulled the bed’s decorative comforter back, then stacked pillows against the headboard.

“On the bed,” he said, taking my hand to lead me over. Logan waited patiently while I sat and adjusted the pillows that were supporting my back. He grabbed the rest of the pillows and tucked them under his arm, then slid one hand under my ass. “Raise your hips for me.”

One by one, he wedged the pillows underneath my butt. With my enormous baby belly, I got that it made things functional. But sexy? Not in the slightest.

I felt like a beached whale.

Logan sat back on his heels and stared at me while he adjusted his erection. He let out a sharp breath. “You’re a vision, baby girl. I think it’s high time I make you see what I see.”

Stars. That’s what he made me see.

Logan slid two thick fingers inside of my pussy and stroked while he sucked on my clit.

“Yes,” I gasped, fisting the bedsheets. It was hard to stay still on the pillows when I wanted to thrash and chase pleasure.

Logan grabbed my thighs and shoved them apart. “Be good for me and keep these wide open, love. I need to make sure you’re dripping for me.”

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