Page 129

I figure Logan will fall asleep as soon as he hits the pillow but instead, he sits up against the headboard, watching me with half-lidded, hazel eyes as I undress down to my panties.

I head to the closet to get a slip, but he catches me around the waist, pulling me down into his lap and cupping my breasts from behind.

His palms skate across the peak of my nipples, and I gasp, rolling my hips against him.

He groans, growing hard beneath me, and flips me onto my back on the bed, making me giggle.

“We should still be quiet. You know, out of respect,” I whisper, and Logan laughs softly.

“I think we’ve gotten plenty of practice at being discreet, don’t you?”

I try to cup his face and kiss him, but he’s already kissing between my breasts, down to my lower abdomen.

I bite my lip, a little self-conscious that I’m not thin or flat, but he kisses me below the bellybutton softly, like I’m something fragile and precious.

He pushes my panties to the side and spreads my lower lips with one hand, pressing his face against my sex and immediately latching onto my clit.

I arch my back, biting my lip hard so I don’t cry out, and I taste iron on my tongue.

It’s different than normal–he takes his time, not hurried or desperate.

I see stars when I come the first time, and the second and third follow when he pushes two thick fingers inside me, arching them up to hit my g-spot.

“Logan, please…”

He chuckles against me, lifting his head but continuing to pump his fingers in and out.

“Please what, princess? Use your words.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

The words are wanton and almost a little embarrassing, but it’s what I want. I want him to know how much I want him.

“Not yet,” he grunts. “Want you to come around my fingers once more.”

I can’t.

I don’t say it, though, because suddenly, I’m vaulted into a fourth orgasm, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth not to scream.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and then he pops them into his mouth, sucking them and moaning low in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, Logan.”

“I told you something earlier.” Suddenly, the lust on his face is gone, and his expression is blank. his eyes darkening to almost amber.

“Y-yes?” I start finally coming back to my senses.

“I told you that I love you. That I’ve always loved you.”

“Oh, Logan?—”

He sits up on his knees, his shoulders slumped. “It’s okay. I know you don’t feel that way for me anymore, but I wanted to know if you think you can ever maybe love me again.”

He looks away, so I lean up, taking his chin in my hand. “How can you even think that? Logan, I’ve always been in love with you. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t.”

His eyes widen as they land on mine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the first time you told me.”