Page 80 of Breathless
Needing more, I lift my hips and he notches himself into me from behind. His large hands grip my waist and with a quick tug, he yanks ustogether.
We bothgroan.
“Fuck,” he pants in my ear. “Sorry, baby. Shoulda warmed you up more. Youokay?”
“Yeah.” My eyes are crossing from the invasion, but I love it. “Don’t stop.” After a moment, he starts to move until we’re two bodies slapping together. I’m not trying to go X-rated porn star, but suddenly dirty words start tumbling out. “Oh, my God. Your cock feelsamazing.”
I swear it swells insideme.
“Aww, hell, baby.” Grunt. Slap. Grunt.Slap.
Everything in metightens.
“Don’t stop.” I gasp for breath. “I’m gonnacome.”
Stretched out beneath him, I fist the sheets as his finger swirls tight circles on my clit. My back arches, and he somehow slides in deeper, and I scream my release into a pillow. He pumps twice more before he follows me over the edge, and we collapse on to thebed.
Somehow, I find myself being spooned, and I close my eyes with a smile and relish the sated, warm feeling of being in his arms. Nothing has ever feltbetter.
You’re mydensity.
He squeezes me tighter like he heard me quote that line fromBack to the Future. He would know what I really mean by that.You’re mydestiny.
I’m not sure how much time goes by, but we must snooze for a while. Only when I hear a horn out front do webudge.
“Damn, time flies when you’re having fun.” Logan kisses my shoulder and drags himself to the bathroom. “Can you text Ethan and tell him I’ll be out in afew?”
“Sure.” Yawning, I grab his phone by thebedside.
When Logan runs out of the bathroom, he’s dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He grabs his phone and presses a kiss to my forehead. He’s halfway out the door when I yell out. “Check your messages! You had some texts from a guy namedSam.”
He freezes for a second and then turns back to me, all traces of his good mood erased. At first I think something’s wrong, but then he clears his throat. “Let’s have dinner here tonight. Just the two of us. There are some things… some things I need your helpwith.”
I smile, loving that I’m his person. “Sounds great. I’ll make us something yummy. Just give me a heads up when you think you’ll behome.”
The fantasy of living here for real, of loving Logan and building a life together, flashes in my mind. And I start to feel like everything I want is finally within mygrasp.
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With a flick of a finger,I post the pics I took of me and Logan yesterday on my Instagram. My silly heart soars when I study them closer. We look like a couple. I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing my temple while I smile at the camera. In another shot, we’re cheek to cheek, mugging it up. My cousin will probably give me some hard eye rolls when she sees this. I shoot Dawn a quick text, asking if we can catch up latertoday.
Once I feed Rambo, I hop in Logan’s truck to run a few errands for Tori. I’ve barely pulled out of the driveway when my phone vibrates with atext.
Silas:You aroundstill?
And just like that, my brother lands in my life like he hasn’t been MIA formonths.
Relief and anger vie for the most prominent emotion in my chest, but after reminding myself that he sold our house without telling me, anger winsout.
After I take a few calming breaths, I compose several texts, but end up deleting everything. I can’t tell him off via text or he’ll ghost me again with nary a look in his rear view mirror. Finally, I settle on something unemotional and hope we can sit down totalk.
Me:Yeah. You intown?
Silas:Maybe for the weekend. Notsure.
God forbid he commit toanything.
