Page 35 of Fighting Happily Ever After

“I like that sound.”

“What’s that?”

“Your laughter. It’s…pretty.” He answered honestly. “And you didn’t seem very happy tonight.”

He still couldn’t see her face, but he could tell she’d tensed and the smile he’d been sure was on her face had likely slipped away.

“Sorry, Faith. I didn’t mean to make you—”

“You didn’t make me anything, Logan. It’s just been…well, all a little unexpected. And to tell you the truth, I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

If he’d been surprised by her before, he was downright shocked when she reached across the empty bed between them and trailed her fingers down his chest.

He froze for a second, not sure that she’d meant the touch, or more specifically, what it meant.

“Logan?”

“Yes?”

“I need you.”

Fuck.He didn’t need to be asked twice. Not by Faith. But still, something wasn’t right.Shewasn’t right.

He moved closer to her and trailed his hand down her bare arm.Was she naked?

She shivered under his touch and he rested his hand on her hip, letting his fingers fan out over her curves.

“Logan?”

“Faith, are you—”

She moved so suddenly and silenced him with a kiss that he didn’t have time to form any reaction other than wrapping his arms around her and holding her close as he rolled to his back and deepened the kiss with her on top of him. His hands slid down her back.

Yes. She was definitely naked.

Damn.

There were probably a million things going on with her. All things that he should probably stop and talk to her about, but…she was kissing him and his body was responding. Urgently.

She groaned and wiggled herself down onto his growing hardness.

“You’re sure?” He pulled away long enough to ask.

“So sure.” She kissed him again.

Logan ran his hands down the length of her, taking in every inch of her soft skin until his hands landed on her perfectly round ass. He cupped her and squeezed before flipping her easily and smoothly onto her back so he could straddle her.

He wished for light so he could see her beauty beneath him and the way her breasts would be heaving with the need for him. But there was no way he was leaving her, not even to open the blinds across the room to let the moonlight in. There was no way he was going to break whatever spell they were currently under.

Instead, he shimmied out of his boxer shorts before once more bending to kiss her.

She moaned again as he slipped a hand down and between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.

“Logan.” Her fingers dug into his ass and pressed him forward with an urgency he was more than happy to answer.

A moment later, he’d shifted between her legs and pressed himself into her wet heat, taking his time in an effort to enjoy every second, but she was restless and demanding. Faith pulled him closer to her, wanting more, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t deny her.

“Harder, Logan.”

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