Page 121 of Whenever You Call

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a worried look in her eyes.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, hoping she could see the difference in me compared to all those months ago when I’d been a shadow of the woman that stood in front of her now.

“I love the way you love Bella and me, Liv. We couldn’t have gotten through this year without you, but you deserve some time to look after yourself. Take tomorrow. Please? Just for me.”

“What if something happens while I’m not here?”

“It won’t.”

“But—”

“And if it does, I’ll have to figure out a way to handle it myself. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

She argued a little more before finally agreeing to take a day, albeit begrudgingly.

Once she’d gone, I glanced over my shoulder to see Logan walking toward the staircase, carrying Bella to bed in his arms. With the house to ourselves, I followed them upstairs, doing nothing more but standing in the doorway of Bella’s bedroom and watching as Logan carefully peeled back the covers and placed her down as gently as he could. He pushed her wild hair back from her face, and I watched him smile to himself before he pulled the comforter over her, placing her lemon teddy by her side. When he looked up at me and smiled, my whole body reacted.

If I hadn’t loved him before, I definitely would have now.

He slowly made his way back to me, and we closed the door on Bella, careful not to wake her. I took Logan by the hand, leading him back down the stairs. I could tell he’d hoped we’d head straight to bed, but the wine still buzzed in my veins, and the memories of us earlier on the driveway almost tearing each other's clothes off wouldn’t leave me alone.

When we stepped outside, I walked us back to the place I’d run into his arms, turning around and pressing my back against the wall as I tugged him closer by his shirt and rose up on my toes.

“Finish what you started,” I whispered.

“What?” He scowled, smiling.

“I said, finish what you started, Logan.”

“Here?”

I nodded, my brows high as I let my hands slip down to the button on his jeans. “Here.”

“Jesus, Hannah.” His eyes darkened, and he looked on either side of him, checking we were definitely alone before he brought his hands to my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss that took my breath away.

I could have blamed the alcohol for the moans that escaped me, but it had nothing to do with that and everything to do with him. This perfect man, who had become my undoing and my savior all in one.

Our kisses turned heated quickly, and I made light work of unfastening his jeans and pushing them down over his ass until they pooled around his ankles, holding him hostage. The sight of him towering over me made me break away from our kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, desperate to taste the very thing that continued to tease my every thought.

“Better yet. Letmefinish what you started.”

“I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight, but I fucking love it,” he whispered.

He pushed his hand into my hair, pulling it back just in time for me to tug on his underwear and free his thick cock. I didn’t take my eyes off his reactions when I wrapped my hand around it at the base before carefully sliding my tongue up the length of the shaft, feeling his thighs tensing beneath me.

His mouth parted, and his breathing spiked, all in time for me to circle the tip of him once and then lower my mouth around him as much as I possibly could. He was thick, and he was long, and I had to use my hand around the base to meet me at the mouth, twisting together as I pushed him as far back into my throat as I could take him, the slick of my spit making him glide into me with ease.

It was an act I’d never particularly enjoyed before now, but with Logan’s hips pushing him into me in a rhythm he was struggling to control, and his breaths becoming heavier and louder with every passing second that I sucked him, that welcomed heat began to pool between my parted thighs. My clit throbbed, and I moaned around him, letting him feel the vibrations of my arousal.

His fingers dug into my hair tighter, and his ass began to move faster while I took it all, letting him fuck my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck my body every day for the rest of my life.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and out of control. “Fuck, baby.”

My free hand rose to cup his balls, and everything inside him tightened, making him release his hold on my hair instantly. “Stop,” he growled.

I slid my mouth from him to look up through lust-filled eyes. My lips were swollen, and he reached down to trace his thumb around them.

“I don’t want to come yet. Not until I’m inside you properly.”

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