Page 67 of Mine to Love

“Hopeful.”

I squeeze my thighs around Logan’s hips and hoist myself onto him like a koala bear climbing a Bamboo tree. Or is it a panda bear? Eucalyptus tree? It doesn’t matter. Logan is tall and strong and holds me tight against him while kissing the ever-loving life out of me. He spins us around and heads toward my room.

He releases me and I fall unceremoniously on the bed. “I’m not leaving until one of those boxes is empty.” His lips come down hard on me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I shove his coat off his shoulders, trapping his arms by his sides.

“It’s a goal.”

“I like that.” I smile between kisses. When he’s free from his coat, I work on his tie. Loosening the knot looks easier in the movies than it is in real life.

Logan swats my hands away without breaking our kiss and loosens it before whipping it over his head. He wastes no time tackling the button on my shorts, taking my bikini bottoms with them. “Whoops.”

“Whoops?” I giggle. “Surely that was intentional.”

“You bet your fine ass it was.” He skims his hands up my sides, cupping my breasts, which have been free from my bathing suit for the past five minutes. “I like how easy you made this.”

“And now you’re calling me easy?” I tease.

Logan stills and props himself up on his elbows, so he looms over me. Frown lines etch between his brows. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” I untuck his shirt then go to work on his belt. “But for as easy as I am, you sure are hard.” I cup him then stroke his hard length.

He growls in my ear before biting my earlobe, then pushes himself to standing and tears off his shirt. Literally. Tore. Off. His. Shirt. Or at least tore at the buttons. I hear them scatter on the hardwood floor.

“Holy shit, that was sexy. Do it again, only this time with your pants. Careful of your...” I point at his erection straining against his zipper.

“Reese.” He gives me a long stare before grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed.

I expect him to drop to his knees and drape my legs over his shoulders. Instead, he arches over me, his palms on either side of my head, and kisses me softly.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he promises. Or threatens. I’m not sure how to take his words.

Logan leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and continues until he finds my breast, latching on to my nipple. I arch into him, running my hands through his hair as his tongue flicks my nipple, followed by a gently bite.

“Logan,” I moan and hook my ankles behind his thighs, drawing his body onto mine.

He hovers over me, and his free hand works its way between our bodies until he finds my center, hot and ready. He circles me slowly, teasing me with his touch. I lift my hips trying to guide him deeper into me, but he plays instead, bringing me to the brink, then pulling away.

“There will be payback,” I whine as I clutch the sheets in my hands, my center yearning for a release that he won’t let me have.

“I have no doubt.” Logan drags his tongue across my chest and gives my other breast the same amount of attention he had given the first. His fingers dig into my inner thigh, squeezing, then gently tapping their way to my center.

When he finally enters me with one finger, I sigh. When he adds a second, I moan. And when he leaves my breast and drops to his knees, adding his tongue, Fourth of July celebrations ignite.

I dig my heels into his back and tug at the comforter while I scream out his name, God’s, and a slew of curses. When my body relaxes, Logan gently lowers my legs to the floor and hovers over me again, his face nestled into the crook of my neck.

“Better?”

I need to take a few more breaths before I can open my eyes. “I’ve been worse.”

“You can’t fool me, Reese.” He rubs his nose behind my ear before whispering in it. “You like being teased.”

I can’t help the grin that stretches over my lips and am thankful he can’t see my satisfied smile.

“I can feel you smiling.”

Shit. He’s too intuitive. “We’ll have to see how much you like being teased.”

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