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I shrug. “Maybe I like to keep the romance alive.”

She looks at me curiously. “Are you this romantic with other women you’ve dated?”

What other women?

The only dates I’ve gone to were forced, set up by friends or coworkers. And those never led anywhere.

“Maybe,” I tease, and she wrinkles her nose.

“Forget it. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Now who’s the jealous type?” I push the cart away, and it bangs into the nightstand.

Meredith whines. “My sausage!”

“You already ate three pieces, you’ll be fine.” I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me.

She straddles my hips easily, the robe falling open and revealing her creamy, pert breasts.

My hands knead them.

They fit in my palms almost perfectly. More than a handful is a waste, as I’ve always said.

Mostly because Meredith’s breasts fit my hands, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. The only one I’ve ever wanted to touch. Everything about her is my favorite thing.

Even now. Maybeespeciallynow.

She’s different, more jaded, less naive. But there’s still the hint of the old Meredith, the one who loved me so wildly, kissed me until both our lips were bruised.

I love you. I’ve always loved you.

I hate the way the words get stuck in my throat.

Instead of speaking, revealing things that I should never reveal, I catch her mouth with mine.

I shove my tongue into her throat roughly, and she moans low in her throat, rocking her hips on top of me.

I’m already half-hard because of her gorgeous breasts, and I swell to full mast when she rubs her hot core against me. There’s only the thin fabric of the sheets between us.

I groan. “Meredith.”

“Logan.” She rolls her hips again in a fluid motion, and I grit my teeth.

“You want to ride me, princess?”

She shivers as if my words affect her, and I grin.

Instead of answering me, she reaches between us, shoving aside the sheet and grasping me at my base.

I hiss out a breath at the feel of her small fingers trying to wrap around me.

She shifts, rubbing the head of my cock at her hot, wet entrance. She’s so slick I slide right in, and she fully seats herself with a long moan.

“I love the way you sound. Love all the little noises you make, princess.”

She starts to roll her hips, her eyes rolling back into her head. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Can’t help it,” I grunt, hips bucking up into her as I grab onto her hips. “You’ve always been my princess.”