Page 85 of Meet Me in the Valley
Our hips move in a trance. Logan’s fingers trail down my sides at a torturous pace, causing an eruption of goosebumps in their wake. When he lands on my inner thighs, he squeezes hard, and I let out a breathy gasp as his hands tease and taunt the sensitive flesh there.
When Logan touches me, it’s possessive yet soft. It’s almost like a superpower. His skin on my skin causes a chemical reaction, burning me in a blaze of desire. The reaction burns hot and wild with the ability to eradicate the hurt—the fucked-up stuff.
I get lost in it, and for a while, I don’t think about my family, my job, my life. I don’t feel anger, resentment, or jealousy. I ground myself in the moment, cocooned in Logan’s aura, warm and bursting with color.
His thumbs slip under my dress, toying with the thin lace of my panties. He doesn’t touch me where I’m aching for it. He only just dances on the edge, driving me wilder by the second as my breathing picks up, getting completely lost in the music and the way our bodies grind and roll.
Suddenly, he’s slipping a thick digit under the lace, gathering my arousal that’s dripping from me and teasing my entrance. All fucks are out the door as he probes me slowly in the middle of the dance floor, pushing deeper until I throw my head back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. T. Is it turning you on that anyone can see my fingers deep inside you?” he rumbles in my ear, my nipples hardening as the chill from his words light up my body. My eyes can barely stay open with each delicious plunge of his finger, giving me just enough to keep me teetering, but not enough to let me free fall into rapture.
My inner walls clench around the finger inside me when his free hand wraps around my neck, gently squeezing to let me know I belong to no one else but him. The thrill of being caught has me impatient and needy, grinding shamelessly onto his hand that’s working me like he’s memorizing every inch, every tremble with his fingers.
He hums with approval—the sound vibrating against my back through the hard planes of his chest.
“I thought so. You’re loving this.” He adds another finger at the same time he thrusts his hard length against my ass, the hand wrapped around my neck dragging up to cup my jaw. He stuns me out of my daze as he turns my face to the side to meethis dark pools of hunger, branding me with the intensity and pure love in his gaze.
I melt at the fullness of his lips. The strong slope of his nose. The masculine scent emanating from his pores, luring me deeper into his glow.
He’s so goddamn beautiful.
Then he’s claiming my mouth. Claiming and biting and sucking, lashing his tongue against mine, nipping my lips while devouring every breath and moan escaping me.
His fingers work into me relentlessly in tandem with his thumb that’s moving in salacious circles over my clit. My eyes open as the pleasure he gives me brings me closer to the free fall I’m desperate for, ready to dive headfirst into the impending climax that awaits for me at the bottom.
“Jesus, I can feel how close you are. You want to come on my fingers, baby?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
“Never. I need you to let go, T. Let me get you there. Go on. Give it to me,” Logan rasps, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head with every plunge and swipe of his fingers.
There’s nothing I want more than to give him what he’s asking for. I feel it in my bones as they rattle with the crest of my orgasm. He’s asking for my release, but also for my fucking soul. He’s giving me permission to fall, because it will be him waiting on the other side to catch me.
I’m sprinting with reckless abandon, letting the pulse of the music flood my brain and carry my feet toward the euphoric bliss I know is waiting for me.
Red lights. Thick smoke. Deft fingers. Logan’s heartbeat.
I clench. I gasp. I fuckingcome.
And there I go—finally in the free fall.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LOGAN
I’m sick.
I’m sick with love, and the only cure is Tia. Tia, my best friend. Tia, my sexy minx. Tia, my girlfriend.
No. Future wife.
God, I’m so far down, so deep in the hole I don’t care to find a way out. Don’t send search and rescue for me. I’m so fucking sick with a fever burning so hot I’m hallucinating—and Tia is at the center of my delusion.
Marriage. A house. A goddamn baby.
Throw in the dog and the white picket fence, too.
She’s ruined all other women for me, and the entire time she wasright there.Right in front of me, under my nose, and I was too blind and too selfish to see it. I would take back every woman I’ve ever laid with just for me to realize sooner that she was made to be mine, and mine only.
