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"We need to get food," I said, changing the topic and disentangling from her embrace. I grabbed my briefs and threw them on, slipping into my pants and reaching for my t-shirt. "What will you have for…." my eyes darted to the clock. It was afternoon already. How time flies. "—lunch?"

"I don't know. I'm not exactly craving food," she answered, her eyes glowing as she stared at me with those hungry dead sexy eyes. I dropped my t-shirt on the floor and turned to her.

"Mmh…What is it you crave then?" I asked, leaning over the bed and tilting her chin with my eyes fixed on her lips.

"You," she enunciated, and that was all it took—all I needed to hear.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Harper

We sat at the breakfast table the next morning, sitting across from each other and eating. Logan stared at me the entire time I ate, making digestion much harder. My pussy tingled—being around him made me feel so naked, and no matter how dressed I was before him, I could feel his eyes undressing me.

He rubbed his knee on mine beneath the table, and one of his hands disappeared under the table, sending chills down my body. Logan reached for my bare knee, tracing his finger up my knee and down my thigh. My wetness grew as his hand glided toward my sex casually. He caressed me through my panties, and I jumped in my seat, gaining Haley's attention from the counter.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, focusing on us.

I shook my head. "Everything is fine," my voice quivered, selling me out. I reached for a glass of water on the table to quench the thirst everywhere else but my throat.

Logan smiled proudly, slipping a finger under my panties and penetrating me slowly. I jerked in my seat, dropping the glass of water which shattered on the floor. Logan withdrew his finger as Haley came up to us. "I'm so sorry," I gushed as she arrived at our table, and my eyes darted to Logan accusingly. This was all his fault.

"It's fine," Haley answered, taking one look at our faces and wearing a frown as she added. "I'll clean it up, don't worry."

Not that we worried.

She left our table and returned with a broom to clean up the mess. "By the way, there's an empty room. Just in case any of you want a separate room," she declared unsolicited while cleaning the floor.

Neither of us responded. We were far too taken by each other to care about anything else. Logan gestured with his head toward the room, and we got to our feet. "Thanks for breakfast, Haley," Logan thanked her, and we got up and walked out of the dining area.

The minute the door closed, Logan slammed me against the door, kissing me and loosening his belt. He dropped his trouser to the floor, removed a condom from his pocket, and rolled it on. He picked me up, and I wound my legs behind him, holding him tightly as he slid inside me and fucked me hard, slamming me against the door until I could barely stand when he dropped me.

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The storm had drastically reduced. And by the fourth day, as the officer had said, everything was indeed better. The sky was clear, the sun was bright, and the nights with Logan were warmer and more passionate. We spent every waking moment in each other arms, in and out of bed, making love and making more love till I was sore. I was ecstatic, and I was on cloud nine.

The last four days with Logan had been the best time of my life. I had never felt happier, and more alive than in the past few days—everything was perfect. Most of all, I felt lighter, like all the pain and the burdens I had carried with me for the last six years had been sucked into a vacuum or recycled into joy. I was happy—for the first time in a long time, and I was complete. I was with the man I loved and will always love.

My eyes flickered open, and my eyes landed on Logan lying before me with his eyes beautifully shut. I stared at him—he was still fast asleep with his arm tight around my waist. I grinned, inching closer to him and kissing him softly. Surprisingly, Logan's arm tightened around me in response, and he kissed me deeply before opening his eyes.

"You're awake," I muttered.

"I am," he affirmed, trailing his fingers down my cheek, down to my cleavage, then lower, sending sparks through my entire body. "You look magical in the morning," he complimented.

"I think you need more sleep," I teased, and Logan kissed my nose.

"Mmh-mmh," he shook his head, his finger grazing my breasts, and my body tensed. All it took was one touch from him, and I was needy. "I need more of you," he mouthed, pressing his lips to my ear and licking my earlobe.

It tickled, and I laughed, cocking my head to the side to hide my ear from him. "I can't believe we’ve been going at it for the past four days," I declared with a sigh, resting my head on my arm and staring at him.

"Neither can I. Time flies when you are having fun."

"It is short," I breathed, the thought of leaving washing over me. "The roads would be open tomorrow," I stated openly, the thought haunting me.

Logan was quiet, tracing my arm with his fingertips, and I asked, breaking the silence."What time do you think we should leave tomorrow?"

"You still want to go back home?" he asked, and it was my time to be quiet now. I studied his expression, wondering what he was thinking. His expression was blank, giving nothing away.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

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