Page 62 of Dark Surrender

Emma snorted.

“Interesting. I’m picking up that chat tomorrow. Now, I’m taking my wife to bed,” Daniel said.

Fletcher jumped to his feet. “You both know the code on the back door right?”

Logan and Emma nodded.

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THEY WATCHED DANIEL, Harper, and Fletcher wander along the sand until they turned up the path and disappeared through the fence.

His eyes found Emma’s, and without a second thought, Logan reached out and pulled her flush against his body. “About fucking time.”

As she squealed, their mouths crashed together. Without hesitation, Logan took the kiss deep and with it, everything she was offering.

Cinnamon and honey.

Cupping her face, his fingers thread into the locks of her hair, and Emma pressed hers into his back.

Damn, she felt amazing.

Logan wrapped his legs over hers and pulled her in closer, knowing she’d feel his erection. For a long while, they just lay there, lapping at one another, their kisses slowing but no less needy.

He slid a hand under the frayed denim of her shorts and let out a moan as the softness of her buttocks filled his palms.

“So goddamn sexy,” he murmured against her lips.

He slid his hand along the inside of her denim until he felt the edge of her panties.

“Logan,” she panted.

Her underwear was easy enough to slip under, and that’s when he felt how wet she was.

“Jesus,” Logan growled, removing his leg and unbuttoning her shorts. Then he tugged them down and kicked them away.

“Here?” she asked.

“Baby, you’re fucking soaking. I’m fucking you right goddamn now,” he said, unzipping his shorts.

When she didn’t argue, but helped him out of his shorts, Logan knew there was no turning back. He snapped on a rubber as Emma removed her panties, and they lay back down.

“Lift your leg over mine,” he said, quickly sliding his fingers between her hot flesh. “Holy fuck.”

Logan lifted his hand, sucking the moisture from his fingers, and groaned. Returning his fingers, he pressed inside her, and when her mouth gasped open, he kissed her, knowing she’d taste herself on his tongue. Logan fucked her with his fingers rapidly, and she panted out.

“Oh God, oh God. Logan, Jesus.”

“Let go, Em. Come for me,” he said. “Holy hell, you are dripping.”

Her juices were all over his hand.

When his thumb pressed against her clit, she reared in his arms, and he had to arch to take her mouth and silence her scream.

Before she’d had a moment to recover, he replaced his fingers with his cock.

In one swift thrust.

She was that damn hot, open, and ready for him.

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