Page 71 of Breathless

I can’t help the tears that leak out of my eyes or that I spilled my guts onhim.

He pulls me to his chest where I cryharder.

When I can speak, I mumble, “You probably hate the idea that someone you’re with could catch feelings for you, so we don’t have to talk about it, but if you’re serious about me staying after the wedding, I want to be honest with you. And I have my own baggage, which apparently results in me bawling all over you when we’re supposed to be having hot, sweatysex.”

Another dream of mine that I’ve probably just shot to hell, thanks to my verbalvomit.

“God, Jo,” he says against the shell of my ear. “I wish I’d done so many things differently. I wish I’d been your first. I can’t go back and undo my mistakes, but I can clear this one thing up right now. I’m a damn lucky man to have you in my life. And you’re not alone in this relationship. I have feelings for youtoo.”

We lean apart until a few inches separate us, and he cradles my face to wipe away the tears with histhumb.

“You mean so much to me, Joey.” He repeats the words that have me melting. “Of course I have feelings foryou.”

When I see the earnestness in his expression, I smile, and he smiles back before kissing me softly. He kisses me until we’re tangled around each other. Until that frantic need has builtagain.

Pausing, he tugs off my shirt, which has pooled around my waist, before we fit our bare bodies back together. I shudder at the intensity, at the intimacy of feeling every part of him against every part ofme.

I feel him nudge myentrance.

“Yes.” It’s the answer to his unaskedquestion.

He stares into my eyes. “Babe, tell me if something hurts or if you need me to slowdown.”

His hand snakes between us. My attention dips to where he grabs himself and runs his head through my folds, finally notching his head at mycore.

Instinctively, I spread my legs farther as he pushes intome.

We both groan, and even though it’s a snug fit, once he lets me adjust to his size, he feels so good, I have to squeeze my eyesshut.

“Tight,” he grits out. “So wet. So tight. You feelamazing.”

I’m shocked by how good this feels after my horrendous first time, but then this is Logan. Everything with him is alwaysbetter.

Then he starts to move. Slowly at first, while he stares down at me with so much heat in his gaze, I mightcombust.

He increases the tempo, building us. Finally, he pumps and thrusts until our bodies slap together. Until I’m gasping and panting anddesperate.

“Oh, God. I’m gonna come.” I reach between us and focus on getting to the goal, but a glance at what’s happening down there, just barely visible in the moonlight, gives me inspiration. I lower my hand and spread my fingers on either side of him and squeeze just before he slides back intome.

“Fuckkk. Do thatagain.”

Somehow, he’s thicker inside of me, and I arch my back, overwhelmed by sensations and so close. Logan latches onto my nipple and sucks and bites, and that’s all it takes for me to fly apart. Every part of me tenses. Every cell and nerve ending in my body catches fire and detonates. I’m still shaking with my release when I remember to do that finger move again for Logan, and then he pulses intome.

We’re breathless and sweaty, and I’m so sated, it doesn’t matter that we’re only lying on a quilt because I might sleep into nextweek.

Logan presses a soft kiss to my forehead and rolls to the side, bringing me with him so that we stayentwined.

“You’re amazing, Jo.” His hand travels up and down my back in a sweet caress. “That was—Christ, I don’t have words.” He mumbles something to himself and then kisses me again. “I didn’t even know you were the part of me that wasmissing.”

I’m speechless, wondering if this is adream.

A beautiful, perfectdream.

After a few moments, he gently separates us and gives me a playful smile. “I think I made amess.”

I’m not prepared for anything to gush out of me, but that’s a dumb realization since he went in bare. But before I can consider how I’ll be able to ride Cinnamon Pie back to the farm like this, Logan grabs a few napkins and quickly wipes me down. I want to be embarrassed because this has to be the most intimate thing I’ve ever done, but he’s sporting a giant grin as he kneels between mythighs.

“You’re getting a kick out of this?” I ask,laughing.

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