Page 55 of The Rookie
I squirm beneath him, eager to finally feel all of him inside me. But Logan has other plans in mind, leaning down to kiss me hard on the mouth before kissing and nipping a trail of kisses over my breasts, my belly, and finally, between my legs.
“God, Summer. Fuck,” he murmurs between adoring kisses to my clit.
I buck like a wild animal beneath him, moaning his name like it’s the only word I remember. It may as well be with the way his mouth is replacing every thought, every worry with pure, unmitigated pleasure.
When Logan resurfaces, his mouth is slick, and I watch with hungry eyes as he tugs off his jeans, reaches into a back pocket to grab a condom, and rolls it over his length, which iswow—impressive. Our eyes lock, but this time there’s no uncertainty between us.
We want this. There’s no stopping us now.
Logan sinks into me with one long, slow thrust. I press my face into his neck, my body shuddering in pleasure.
He murmurs sweet words, telling me how perfect I feel. The tilt of his hips is perfect, but the pace is maddening. It’s like he wants to feel every inch of me around him. When I can’t take it anymore, I urge him with my hips until Logan is fucking me truly, deeply.
It doesn’t take long for the tension between my legs to boil over, and soon I’m gasping through an orgasm that has me seeing stars. Logan moans into my ear, leaning over me as he rocks through his own release.
We lie there in a sweaty heap, catching our breath. Now would be the time for reality to catch back up with me, but all I can manage is to curl into his side and press lazy kisses against his shoulder. A smile twitches on his lips, and he sighs with total satisfaction.
Now all we need is for tomorrow to never come.
19
LOGAN
Sunlight filtering through the front windows wakes me, and a smile lifts my lips when I open my eyes. Summer is still beside me. She’s curled on her side, facing away from me, and I roll closer, tugging her warm body next to mine.
“Hey,” she says sleepily.
“You awake?”
“Sort of,” she murmurs, stretching and relaxing into me.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask, holding her close.
“Amazingly. Although I gotta say, I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t either.”
The truth is, I’ve never been the cuddling type before Summer. But the few times I woke up, I was happy to realize I wasn’t alone, that she was still in bed, warm and softly breathing beside me. I moved closer and held her then, thankful for her presence.
Resting my palm on her waist, I bring my lips to hers and give her a soft kiss. She wraps her arms around me, pressing closer, and I wonder if she can tell I’m hard. Although it’s not because I was having indecent thoughts about waking up with her this morning ... I’m like this every morning. But now that she’s kissing me back, my body gets a bunch of new ideas about how we can make the most of our morning. I refuse to think about the fact that it could be our last morning together.
Matt’s words ring in my head.Find a way to make her stay.
Summer pulls back and meets my gaze with a shy expression. Her hair is loose on the pillow, messy from sleep.Damn, she’s gorgeous.Even having just woken up, without a bit of makeup on.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” I say, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Last night was incredible.”
This time with her has been so much more than I was expecting. She’s so low-drama and sweet. My entire family has fallen in love with her. There’s that l-word again. I can’t seem to help myself from it constantly flitting through my brain, which is completely out of character for me.
I’m about to ask her if she wants to get up, maybe get some coffee, or even pancakes in town at a great diner I know, when Summer trails her fingertips over my chest, then down over the muscles in my stomach. My pulse jumps, and I forget all about breakfast.
The press of her soft curves fitting against me sends a jolt of desire down my spine.
While her hand ventures under the elastic of my boxer briefs, I begin exploring too, testing the weight of her luscious breasts in my palms. Finally, I draw her panties down her legs.
A few minutes later, when I join us, her breath catches in her throat. It’s the best sound, so desperate and need-filled. Of the two of us, she’s the strong one, the one with her life together. She was sent here to helpme—and here she is coming undone for me. I love it.
“You feel sofuckinggood, sweetheart,” I growl, picking up the pace.
