Page 85 of The Pumpkin Spice Cafe
She stopped and pulled away, looking up at him through wet lashes. ‘I want to.’
He blinked. ‘Oh.’ And by the expression on his face, Jeanie thought maybe no one had ever said that to him before, but she did want to. She wanted to make him feel good. Even here, in the shower where she might drown, but probably wouldn’t.
‘Do you want me to?’
‘God, yes,’ he groaned, his head tipping back to rest against the tiled wall behind him. She took him in her mouth again, letting the long, hard length of him slide against her tongue. She rested her hands against his thighs, felt them tense and flex beneath her palms.
He coiled his fingers in her damp hair, holding her close but not pushing her. Polite, even now, while he groaned and tensed above her. Jeanie thanked him by taking him even deeper.
‘Shit, Jeanie,’ he swore, his hands digging deeper, his hips making small thrusts into her mouth. ‘So good,’ he gasped and then pulled away, tugging her up abruptly.
‘That was ... you are––’ At a loss for words, he devoured her mouth instead, communicating perfectly how he was feeling at the moment. Jeanie melted against him, breathless. He wrecked her with his kiss and then spun her toward the wall.
‘I need you,’ he rasped in her ear, reaching around and finding where she was already wet and aching for him.
‘Me, too. I need you, too.’Again. Always. Forever.She was still amazed by how much she needed him. Wanted him. Loved him. And how many times they’d managed to do this today. Good for us, she thought as Logan spread her legs and thrust into her from behind.
She groaned, pressing her forehead against the cool tiles.Very good for us.
He pushed in deeper, his hand still stroking between her legs, until he hit the spot inside her that made her breath catch.
‘Logan,’ she moaned, only a little worried that the acoustics in the bathroom were too good and that they might be giving Logan’s grandparents a show.
‘Yes, Jeanie,’ he whispered against her ear.
She gasped, ‘Harder.’
Logan groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, and thrust harder. He held tight to her hips and drove into her again and again until she forgot everything. Who she was, who she wanted to be, her actual name.
But she remembered his.
‘Logan,’ she cried as the orgasm broke around her, crashing into her until her legs were trembling and the only thing keeping her upright were Logan’s hands still on her hips as he thrust one more time and came with a curse.
‘Damn, Jeanie.’
He turned her around gently, which was good since she was pretty sure her limbs had turned to goo. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, pulling her tight against him. She smiled against his bare chest, listening to his still-racing heart.
Her stomach grumbled.
‘What do you think your nana is making for dinner?’ she asked, and Logan’s laugh tumbled through her.
‘Let’s get cleaned up and find out.’
ChapterThirty-Two
‘He just carried you out of here?’ Annie asked, her eyes so wide Jeanie nearly laughed.
‘Yep.’
‘Over his shoulder, or like a bride?’
Jeanie tapped her pen to her lips. ‘It was more that I was climbing him like a tree and the tree grew legs and started walking.’
Annie nodded like that made perfect sense. ‘Okay, like a baby koala situation.’
‘Exactly.’
Hazel rolled her eyes and took another sip of tea.
