Page 48 of Mine to Love

He kisses me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before, smothering my gasps as his tip touches my back wall. I don’t remember him being this huge last time, granted it was a quickie, and he hadn’t been sporting an erection for days. Weeks. Months, according to Logan.

“Okay?” he whispers in my ear.

I mew a response and dig my heels into his ass. Taking the cue, Logan grunts and moves quickly in and out of me. He’s hard and hot and the friction a mix between pleasure and pain.

Like a beast crawling its way out, he pushes on my knees until they hit my shoulders, bending me like putty in his hands, which I absolutely am. I claw at his chest, grip his forearms, clutch the sheets, searching for something, anything, to anchor myself to when an explosive orgasm rips through my body.

He doesn’t let up and pumps harder not stopping when I reach my peak. I’m sore and exhausted, but he isn’t done. In one quick move, he pulls out of me and flips me on to my belly, yanking my hips back and ass in the air.

He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath before entering me from behind. “Logan. Logan,” I pant as he continues pounding into me. “I can’t...”

Instantly, he stops, pulling out of me and rests his forehead on my sweaty back. “I’m sorry, Reese. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Logan,” I moan, pushing my backside into him. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“You said...”

“I didn’t mean...” How can I explain it? My words—I can’t—don’t make sense now that he isn’t pounding his way to her heart.

“I want it, Logan. I want you. Please don’t stop.” I move again, shifting until I feel the tip of his erection at my wet center. “Please.”

He reaches around, cupping my breasts, and whispers in my ear. “Brace yourself.”

My nipples tighten as he enters me again. He doesn’t last long this time and after three quick, hard pumps, collapses on my back. We stay like that until we both have our breathing back to normal, then he gets up to take care of the condom.

I’m not sure of the proper etiquette now. Ask him to stay the night in my luxury hotel room that he’s footing the bill for? Get dressed and walk him to the door?

I don’t have time to make a decision before Logan, in all his naked glory, is back. He stands at the end of the bed unabashed by his nakedness. I’m still limp on top of the covers, and he ravishes me with his eyes.

Never being shy about my nakedness before, his intense appraisal causes goosebumps to prickle on my body, and my nipples to harden. Again. He notices, or at least his dick has. It twitches, even in its softness.

Feigning a casualness and praying my racing heart doesn’t betray me, I slide under the covers and rest my back against the headboard.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt me?” I shake my head. “Will I be sore tomorrow? Hell yeah.”

My response brings a sexy curve to his upper lip. “How sore?”

I blink back my surprise at his question. Naked Logan is a hell of a lot more confident than suited up Logan. Not wanting to stroke his ego too much, I guffaw. “I’ll still be able to walk just fine in my heels.”

“Well then.” He lowers himself to the bed and crawls across to me. “Looks like we’re not done yet.”

He smothers my gasp with a toe-curling kiss.

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