Page 105 of Perfect Playbook

“Mmm.”

His body isn’t the same. His skin usually melts into mine when our bare bodies touch. His hips press into mynaked ass, his belly rests somewhere around my shoulder blades. Heat radiates off his body, but softness does not.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer, so I flip around, aligning ourselves, face to face. His features are shadowed. “What’s up, Logan?”

He snuggles his body as close as it can be to mine. “You know I love you, right?”

Something about his words makes my heart whimper. They read like a preface. Like he’s paving the way for some other conversation.

“Do you know that, Shay?” he asks again.

“Yes. I know that.” My voice is weak; it feels like there’s abutcoming.

He swipes his fingers through my hair. “You’re my priority. You. And Nino.” He lowers his lips to mine, pressing a kiss against my mouth I very much need.

It’s a reassuring kiss. AnI’ll never hurt youkiss. Yes, his lips are present. But his mind isn’t. Still, his hands wander around my hips and pull my ass against his body. His dick surges slightly when it makes contact with my thigh.

Our kiss is deep, and he moans into my mouth, “Shay…”

It’s romantic. Sensual. And my name on his lips comes out with such a wanting.

It’s different the way he is tonight. The same desire is there. The same feathery fingers and expert touch is there, but it’s… different. Better?

He cups both sides of my face and kisses the corner of my mouth. Easing me onto my back, he peppers delicate kisses along my jaw, and my head falls to the pillow, my eyes close, my heart rate slows. His mouth infuses some kind of drug into me. I’m floating on a high. My mind is lighter thanever.

His kiss is slow, needy but not greedy. He takes his time making his way down the column of my throat, patient even in the darkness of the night that races to morning. He stops briefly in between my breasts, dotting my sternum, kneading my breasts in his hands but not rolling my nipples like he might do. No, this moment might be sexy but it’s… romantic. It’s gentle. It’s… loving.

His mouth tastes the trail of skin like a delicacy not to be rushed; he’s savoring me. No haste. He swipes his thigh between my own to pry them open but still doesn’t change the slow pace with which he worships my skin. My core must be burning his pec that touches it; between my legs is such an outpouring of lust, but still, he’s not tempted to race ahead.

He reaches my belly. His hands rest on the cradle of my hips, and he raises his mouth briefly to say, “I love your skin.”

I caress my fingertips along his bare back. “I love yours, too.”

It’s not easy for me to say these things, but he deserves to know. I need to try harder to open up. To trust and to let go of the ties that hold me back from a love that’s truly special.

His tongue reaches my pussy, and he uses two thumbs. The first touch on my folds has my breath hitching, and he pulls me apart to swipe his flat tongue from my entrance to my clit. The motion is so slow, so deliberate, and blood fills my core, swelling it with wanting, sending an inviting wetness for my man.

He climbs back up the length of me. His strong arms brace him; he hovers but allows his now thick shaft to rest along the seam of my pussy. He pushes against me subtly, but it sends a jolt of burning electricity through my bones.

He drops his forehead to mine. “I love you…”

How many times will he use those word? How many times will he steal my breath with that emotion, with his generous heart, with his courage to take me as I am?

He needs to hear it, too. I know he does. He wouldn’t tell me that, though, because Logan wouldn’t want it if it wasn’t given freely. But the words strangle my throat. Something about those three words just feels like my undoing. It feels like a total loss of control. Like opening Pandora’s box.

But I can show him. I might not be able to say it aloud, but I can show him with my body. I love him, too. I do. So much, it hurts.

I grab either side of his face. “I want you inside me. Take me.” I kiss his lips. “I’m yours.”

With that, he reaches down and runs his cock along my slit. The sensation sends shivers up my spine and a rush of ecstasy through my body. I just want him inside me. I don’t even care if I come.

He sinks himself inside, stretching me to the limit is a full, almost burning sensation so hot I want to buck and writhe. But even though my clit is already full to the limit, ready to burst with just one more flick, I rock my hips ever so gently.

We aren’t having sex now.

We’re making love.

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