Page 42 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)

“I was tested a few months ago,” he says, his voice thick and gruff. “And I’ve never been with a woman without protection. Plus… I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

My heart swells at that. I assumed as much, but hearing him say it is something else.

“I trust you.” I smile, rubbing his arm. “I just… I want to feel you.”

Another shuddered breath escapes him and, closing his eyes, he ducks his head. “You sure know what to say to bring a guy to the edge, huh, Red?”

When he peers up at me with a cocky grin, I can’t help but flash him a smug smile that he meets with a low chuckle, moving in and pressing a whisper kiss to my lips, so soft it totally contradicts the raging erection currently pressing impatiently into my pelvis.

“Are you sure?” Logan asks against my mouth.

“Yes,” I pant, feeling his hand glide down my side, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, following the curve of my waist, down my thigh before linking behind my knee and opening me wider to him.

“Please, Logan.” I whimper, feeling his cock rub up against me in the most delicious way, the flared head purposefully grazing my clit, sending a shockwave through me.

Logan’s eyes blaze as they stare into mine, a smirk toying on his lips as he grits, “Told you I’d make you beg for my cock.”

Logan’s filthy mouth is contradicted by the look of adoration in his gaze, the way he’s so gentle with his touch; it feels like I’m about to combust. Death by swoon.

He continues rubbing the long length of his dick against my pussy, and it feels so damn good.

Every shudder that rips through me when he glides over my clit causes my eyes to roll back, and this is almost enough.

Almost . I’m already right there on the edge of losing it.

But I need more. I need him inside me. I’ve never felt this ache before, this desperate need to be filled, but I feel it now.

Like I’ll die if he doesn’t get inside of me. Who am I?

“Fuck you’re wet, baby,” Logan utters, reaching between us and dragging his cock up and down my slit with purpose. When he slaps the head against my clit, I cry out and he chuckles, smiling at me like a beautiful, cocky bastard. “Sensitive.”

I clamp down on my bottom lip to stifle my sounds, nodding frantically. When he notches himself at my entrance, I hold my breath.

“Tell me to stop at any point and I will, okay?” Logan says, suddenly serious when his eyes meet mine.

I nod again, unable to trust my words, and when I feel him push inside me, my head sinks back into the soft duvet, eyes fluttering closed. He’s big. So big. And thick. It’s barely an inch in and I already feel full. So deliciously full.

“Eyes on me, Red,” Logan husks.

I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.

“So… fucking… tight.” His forehead creases as if it’s almost painful. And the last thing I want is for him to be in pain.

“Are you okay?” I pant out. “Does it… hurt?”

His jaw clenches, and he huffs an exasperated sound. “You feel like fucking heaven on earth, baby, but I’ll be goddamned if it’s not taking everything I have not to sink balls deep inside you right now.”

“Shit,” I hiss, his words affecting me in a way I was not prepared for.

“You okay?” He stills.

“Yes!” I moan, doing all I can to keep my eyes open and focused on him, but I’m not going to lie; it’s nearly impossible. “Keep going. It feels… so good.”

With a gentle smile, Logan leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my parted lips as he eases inside of me inch by glorious inch, only to pull out a little before going even deeper.

I thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t.

It’s a foreign feeling. Almost torture, but the good kind; I can’t imagine what it’s doing to him.

“Harder,” I mewl, bucking my hips, wanting more. “Deeper.”

“Fuck,” he utters on a rough growl, eyes hazy as he pulls out almost all the way.

I whimper in protest at the loss of him, but then, with a low, animalistic groan, he stares deep into my soul as he surges forward, burying himself inside of me.

“Oh!” I cry out at the intrusion, feeling him everywhere, every single part of him filling me. And it takes a moment to adjust to the stretch, my breaths shallow, fast, heart pounding against my ribs.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Logan rasps, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“I’m okay,” I promise. “I’m better than okay. ”

A slow smile curls his lips. “You ready for me to move?”

“Yes.” I nod, rocking against him slowly. “Fuck me, Logan. Please.”

“Chrissake, I love it when you beg,” he utters, pulling out slowly and sinking back into me again and again, picking up a rhythmic momentum with every thrust of his hips.

His fingers pinch into my thigh, holding me open to him as he pistons into me, hitting me slightly deeper each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs against my lips. “So tight and warm, so perfect, so… mine.”

I rake my nails down over his strong shoulders, his taut back, feeling his muscles flex with every one of his movements, following the curve of his firm ass and gripping him tight.

“Fuck, you take my dick so good, baby,” he groans out. “Like you were made just for me.”

I spread my thighs wider, letting him sink deeper. “I was made for you. Only you.”

“Damn right. Such a good fucking girl for me,” he grits, tilting his hips at a slightly different angle and pumping into me, his heady gaze piercing me with love, lust, and everything in between.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, warmth blooming deep inside of my belly, unfurling and surging through my veins. “Keep doing that, please! Ohmygod, don’t stop.”

Logan’s jaw is set tight as he punctuates every thrust with a feral groan that rips through him and into me.

Then, he reaches his hand between us, and his thumb finds my swollen clit, circling it with just enough pressure right as he hits me so deep that I see stars, my orgasm tearing through me with such force, my entire body quaking violently.

“Logan, oh, my God…” I whimper breathlessly as he continues taking everything.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Logan grunts, his body jerking, eyes closing on a low, guttural groan .

“Eyes on me, Logan!” I demand, using the same words he used on me earlier.

His thick lashes flutter open, and the moment his eyes meet mine, he tumbles over the edge, his voice breaking as he moans my name. “Millie.”

With a huffed breath, Logan sags on top of me, the weight of his body crushing me in the best way.

His dick pulses still inside me, and I press featherlight kisses to his broad shoulder, feeling his racing heart steady to a gentle thrum as he comes down from his all-consuming high.

My heartbeat ebbs too, but as it slows, I feel something I’ve never felt before.

Something that brings tears to prick the backs of my eyes.

Oh, God. I’m going to cry. How embarrassing.

I close my eyes, mentally willing myself to get it together. But the emotions inside of me cause pure pandemonium, and before I can stop myself, I feel a tear slide down my cheek, a sob bubbling up the back of my throat.

Logan pulls back, his eyes flaring as he looks at me, face twisting in agony. “Red?”

I sniffle.

He sucks in a gasp, a strong hand cupping my jaw. “Oh shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He’s panicked, looking down my body as if to check me over.

I’m quick to shake my head, fighting my tears with a laugh. Certifiable. I am officially certifiable.

“Millie, look at me,” Logan whispers, his thumb stroking my cheek, eyes wide and fraught with worry as they search mine. “Talk, baby.”

“I just…” I sniffle despite my smile. “I-l love you so much.”

Logan’s worry lines disappear, and the agony in his eye morphs into something else entirely, the hint of a watery smile toying with his lip. “Aw, babe.” He shakes his head with a tsk, seemingly considering himself. “You have no idea how head over fucking heels in love with you I am.”

“You are?” I ask, weakly, hopefully .

He nods, his smile widening. “I love you with my heart and my soul, Millie. You’re it for me. And I’m never going to let you go again. You’re mine. And you’re stuck with me forever, baby.”

Oh, my God, I love this man. I love him with my entire being.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him close enough so that I can claim those beautiful lips with mine in a slow, soft, meaningful kiss that takes my breath away as even more tears fall.