Page 110 of That Last Secret

He lifts himself up higher on his feet, reaching over my body to grip my shoulders. I look up at him, and he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. He slowly pulls out and drives his cock full hilt into me.

“Yes,” I scream.

He repeats the move, slowly pulling out before thrusting hard inside of me.

“I’m going to come,” I say between ragged breaths.

“Not. Yet.”

“I don’t think I can hold back,” I tell him honestly. The pleasure is so intense right now if he repeats that move one more time, I’m a goner.

“You can. And you will. You will not come until I tell you to come. Understood?”

I nod my head in understanding, but my body and brain are not connected right now.

He’s completely taken control here.

It turns me on so much that I don’t think any part of me is listening to what he’s demanding.

He closes his eyes and grips my shoulders tighter. The move forces me to stay in place as he picks up speed and simply fucks me to oblivion. The look on his face tells me he’s trying to hold back himself.

“Logan.” I bring his attention back to me, and his eyes snap open. “Come with me.”

He groans under his breath, and for once, it’s my words that send him over the edge. His abs contract, and we both fall into our orgasm together. A mix of moaning and screaming as I say his name, and he screams mine.

I’ve obviously had my share of orgasms with Logan before. Still, there’s something about this one that solidifies everything between us. This wasn’t just a quick fuck for either of us, this was explosive chemistry.

This was our bodies coming together figuratively and literally.

After a minute, we both come down from our highs. He slowly pulls out of me and rounds the counter to grab a rag from the cabinet where he knows I keep the clean ones. I hear the water turn on, but I can’t find the energy to lift myself off the counter to see what he’s doing.

“I have zero energy left in me,” I tell him from where I still lay on the counter.

He laughs. “Here.”

I open my eyes and find his hand there for me to take as he lifts me off the counter. Then he does something that I never expected him to do. He lifts me bridal style in his arms and walks me into my bathroom.

Neither of us say a word to each other.

He sits me down on the bathroom counter and turns on the bath for me. My lips part in a mix of shock and admiration for this man. I wasn’t sure Logan was this type of man. But watching him draw a bath for me, checking to make sure the water iswarm, and using my favorite bubbles on the edge makes my heart burst.

I could love this man if he let me.

He lifts me off the counter and places me in the tub, kneeling beside me as he uses my scrub brush to wash my body.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough with you,” he says, breaking the silence.

“Don’t be.” I smile at him.

“Did I hurt you? I’m afraid I left bruises on your hips or your shoulders.”

I shake my head. “I’m already a little sore, but the good kind.”

He doesn’t answer back, just continues to wash me.

This whole night and this little interaction with him only makes me want more with him. I knew this would happen from the start. I knew that if I opened up my heart for him, that there’s a chance it might break.

But there’s a part of me that believes he won’t do that.

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