Page 122 of Whenever You Call

“Party pooper.” I smirked.

“We’ll see about that.”

Bringing me up from my knees, he spun me around once I was on my feet, pressing my chest to the cool wall before he reached around to unfasten my pants. He slowly guided them down my legs. After kicking himself out of his jeans, he finally pressed against me, letting the length of his slick erection slide into the crease of my ass.

I moaned, the feel of him turning my nipples impossibly harder, grating against the wall, giving me friction that demanded the same sensation everywhere.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding around to find the small bundle of nerves and press against it. “Did you plan on doing this with me tonight?”

“I plan on doing this with you every night,” I whispered back, my thighs already trembling from the teasing way he massaged me in perfect circles, making my eyes close and my head roll back.

“God, I wish you could see how hot you look right now,” he moaned, his mouth falling to the curve of my stretched neck as his fingers worked me over. “You’re a fucking vision, Hannah. Every part of you. But seeing you on your knees for me…”

“What about it?” I breathed.

“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The shaking in my thighs grew stronger, and Logan rode the crease of my ass cheeks with his erection, making me desperate for more. I needed to be taken. I needed to be destroyed then put back together again. I needed him to ruin me the way only he was capable of doing.

“Logan…I…”

“What?” he gasped. “What do you need?”

“I need the man I love to fuck me.”

Every part of him froze the minute those words had fallen free. His fingers stopped moving, his dick stopped riding my ass, and his lips stopped kissing their kisses. It took a moment for my eyes to flicker open and for the realization of what I’d just confessed to sink in.

I loved him, and now he knew.

My pulse quickened, and I began to slide into panic mode from the way those words had slipped out of my mouth so easily.

“You love me?” he asked against my skin, making another wave of goosebumps wash over me.

“Logan, I…”

Before I could finish, he spun me around in his grip, hoisted me up into his arms, and pressed my back against the wall, his hands beneath my ass again. He kicked my pants away into a nearby bush easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, exposing myself to him, feeling the tip of his cock against my wet heat. Not knowing who should speak first, I brushed my hands along his stubbled jaw and held him there to look up at me.

“Did you mean it?” he whispered, his eyes searching mine. “Am I really the guy that gets to hear those words from you?”

My panic crumbled instantly, replaced by such an overwhelming swell of warmth and love and longing, I could hardly contain it.

“I tried not to,” I admitted quietly, scraping the very tips of my nails through his stubble. “But you made it impossible, so here I am, loving you despite trying not to, hoping that those words don’t scare you away.”

“There’s nothing in this world that could scare me away from you. I’m yours, Hannah, and fuck, I love you right back.”

“But you’ve never loved anyone before.”

“Because it was always meant to be you.”

Our smiles grew until we couldn’t bear to be apart, and our lips crashed together as though we couldn’t survive another second without it.

He loved me.

Logan loved me.

His words had confirmed it, but I knew his actions would always be the thing to prove just how deep that love ran.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered between kisses. “I can feel it all over my hands.”

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