Page 80 of Best Kept Secret
“I’m sorry, baby,” Logan rasps, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“I’m okay,” I promise. “I’m better than okay.”
A slow smile curls his lips. “You ready for me to move?”
“Yes.” I nod, rocking against him slowly. “Fuck me, Logan. Please.”
“Chrissake, I love it when you beg,” he utters, pulling out slowly and sinking back into me again and again, picking up a rhythmic momentum with every thrust of his hips.
His fingers pinch into my thigh, holding me open to him as he pistons into me, hitting me slightly deeper each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs against my lips. “So tight and warm, so perfect, so… mine.”
I rake my nails down over his strong shoulders, his taut back, feeling his muscles flex with every one of his movements, following the curve of his firm ass and gripping him tight.
“Fuck, you take my dick so good, baby,” he groans out. “Like you were made just for me.”
I spread my thighs wider, letting him sink deeper. “I was made for you.Onlyyou.”
“Damn right. Such a good fucking girl for me,” he grits, tilting his hips at a slightly different angle and pumping into me, his heady gaze piercing me with love, lust, and everything in between.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, warmth blooming deep inside of my belly, unfurling and surging through my veins. “Keep doing that, please! Ohmygod, don’t stop.”
Logan’s jaw is set tight as he punctuates every thrust with a feral groan that rips through him and into me. Then, he reaches his hand between us, and his thumb finds my swollen clit, circling it with just enough pressure right as he hits me so deep that I see stars, my orgasm tearing through me with such force, my entire body quaking violently.
“Logan, oh, my God…” I whimper breathlessly as he continues taking everything.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Logan grunts, his body jerking, eyes closing on a low, guttural groan.
“Eyes on me, Logan!” I demand, using the same words he used on me earlier.
His thick lashes flutter open, and the moment his eyes meet mine, he tumbles over the edge, his voice breaking as he moans my name. “Millie.”
With a huffed breath, Logan sags on top of me, the weight of his body crushing me in the best way. His dick pulses still inside me, and I press featherlight kisses to his broad shoulder, feeling his racing heart steady to a gentle thrum as he comes down from his all-consuming high. My heartbeat ebbs too, but as it slows, I feel something I’ve never felt before. Something that brings tears to prick the backs of my eyes.
Oh, God. I’m going to cry. How embarrassing.
I close my eyes, mentally willing myself to get it together. But the emotions inside of me cause pure pandemonium, and before I can stop myself, I feel a tear slide down my cheek, a sob bubbling up the back of my throat.
Logan pulls back, his eyes flaring as he looks at me, face twisting in agony. “Red?”
I sniffle.
He sucks in a gasp, a strong hand cupping my jaw. “Oh shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He’s panicked, looking down my body as if to check me over.
I’m quick to shake my head, fighting my tears with a laugh. Certifiable. I am officially certifiable.
“Millie, look at me,” Logan whispers, his thumb stroking my cheek, eyes wide and fraught with worry as they search mine. “Talk, baby.”
“I just…” I sniffle despite my smile. “I-l love you so much.”
Logan’s worry lines disappear, and the agony in his eye morphs into something else entirely, the hint of a watery smile toying with his lip. “Aw, babe.” He shakes his head with a tsk, seemingly considering himself. “You have no idea how head over fucking heels in love with you I am.”
“You are?” I ask, weakly, hopefully.
He nods, his smile widening. “I love you with my heart and my soul, Millie. You’re it for me. And I’m never going to let you go again. You’re mine. And you’re stuck with me forever, baby.”
Oh, my God, I love this man. I love him with my entire being.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him close enough so that I can claim those beautiful lips with mine in a slow, soft, meaningful kiss that takes my breath away as even more tears fall.
