Page 152 of Meet Me in the Valley
His voice drops, low and full of heat. “You feel that? That’s me all over you.Inyou.Claimingevery fucking part you gave me.”
Full body shivers erupt over every inch of my sweat-slicked skin at his words. Even though the sex between us is rough, feral, and downright filthy, it’s different from our time together in Vegas.
Vegas was a lust-driven escape, an exciting new adventure into uncharted territory that Logan and I got to explore together. It was a shut-the-world-out type of fucking that deepened the dependency we unknowingly had for each other.
But this version of us is different. This man I’ve given my everything to is no longer the man I once knew. He’s stronger, more in tune with himself. He glows as if the worries he carried no longer weigh him down.
He’s free. Weightless. Andlovesme. Truly loves me.
He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “But it’s more than just the way I fuck you, T. It’s the way I see you. The way Ineedyou.”
He kisses my tattoo, then up to the center of my back, finally landing on my shoulder as he bites down on it gently.
“You’re mine, baby. Not just here,” Logan breathes, fingers trailing over my body, “but everywhere. Heart, soul, mind. And fuck—do I love you.”
I turn my head just enough to meet his eyes, a slow smile playing on my lips even as my chest tightens at his words.
“You love me, huh?” I murmur, my lips brushing his. “Never thought I’d be the woman to lock downtheLogan Harper.”
He grins against my mouth, and I feel the rumble of it in his chest as I press closer, still buzzing from everything he just gave me.
“Damn fuckin’ right you did, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my smile. “Ichosethis. Choseyou.And I’d do it again a thousand times over.”
The teasing slips away with his words, replaced by something deeper, anchored in truth. I feel it settle between us like something sacred.
It’s right then and there I’m reminded of the invisible thread that’s always tethered us—through friendship, through silence, through distance.
We’vealwaysbeen each other’s first choice.
“I would too, Lo,” I whisper. “A thousand times over.”
He exhales softly, brushing his lips over mine, slow and unhurried. “Stay just like that. Don’t move.”
He leans in for one more sensual kiss before stepping away. I let my body melt into the mattress, sated and spent, my limbs heavy with satisfaction. A long breath slips from my lips as I rest on my stomach, eyes fluttering shut just as I hear his quiet steps return.
A soft hum escapes me when I feel the warmth of a damp cloth on my skin. Logan moves with care, gently wiping between my thighs, taking his time with every tender press. When he’s finished, I feel his lips brush softly over my tattoo.
Logan slides back into bed behind me, his arm curling around my waist like we were never apart. His chest presses into my back, and I sink into him without thinking, like a muscle memory.
Night after night, this was the vision that got me through. The feel of his skin on mine, our bodies tangled, satiated, and complete. Finally whole.
“You think we’re soulmates in another life, Lo?” I whisper, not sure why I even need to ask when I already know the answer.
Logan doesn’t hesitate.
“Every life in existence?” he murmurs into my hair. “Yeah. We fuckin’ are.”
I smile into the pillow, the type of smile that blooms in your chest before it ever touches your lips.
We fall quiet, just the rhythm of our breaths and the warmth of the sheets cocooning us. His thumb strokes lazy circles on my stomach.
“I don’t need a perfect life, Lo,” I whisper after a moment. “Just this. You and me. Always.”
Logan presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder as he simply replies, “You got it, T. Always.”
I’m no longer holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Any traces of doubt about Logan—about us? Long gone.
He came back to me, as he said he would. I shut my eyes blindly and fell into his trust, knowing he’d always be there to catch me on the other side.
