Page 72 of Playing with Fire

I swallowed and opened my eyes.

He brushed the hair back from my forehead. “I got you.”

The words were simple, but the meaning behind them was so much more. And even though we both knew we didn’t have a lot of time, his thrusts were slow and unhurried like we had all the time in the world. Neither of us wanted to rush. Instead, we wanted to savor every moment.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the mattress on either side of my head, leaning down so he was only a few inches from my face. His stare was so intent, as if he was storing every detail to memory.

We didn’t speak, yet so much was being said. We were barely moving, staring at each other as he slowly rocked into me. I felt treasured in that moment with him. Being with him always felt different, and now I understood why. It wasn’t sex. Even from that first time, it was always making love.

The emotions overwhelmed me, intensifying everything, and I embraced them. I let myself feel it all. It only added to being with him. The first waves of pleasure started low in my gut and threatened to overtake me as I fought to hang on. Fought to draw out this moment with him.

“Logan,” I moaned.

“Got you,” he repeated.

And those two words sent me soaring. He leaned down and took my mouth in an all-consuming kiss as I came harder than I ever had, and he followed me over the edge a second later.

His movements slowed as we both came down from the high. He pulled out and collapsed down next to me, bringing me into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Jesus. That was fucking amazing.”

I smiled. “Intense.”

He rolled us so he hovered above me and cupped my cheek with his hand, searching my face. “I love you,” he whispered.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. “I love you, too.”

He leaned down and claimed my mouth, his warm lips running back and forth over mine until the tones of the radio interrupted the moment. He rested his forehead against mine and sighed heavily.

“I hate that I have to leave you.”

“I’ll see you tonight.” I gave him one last kiss before he rolled off me and stood up, fixing his pants.

He stared down at my naked body and groaned. “I’ll pick you up for dinner after I get off work.”

I raised a brow, and he chuckled.

“If that’s okay with you? Or you can meet me at the house if you want to do dinner at home.”

Home. Warmth blossomed in my chest at the idea that would be our home.

“Dinner out is fine. As long as we're together, it doesn’t matter to me.”

He smiled and placed another quick kiss on my lips before he was gone. I lay there for far too long, basking in the happiness that embraced me.

Being with him was so much more than I ever thought was possible.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

LOGAN

Walkingin my front door and smelling the aroma of something delicious had been something I’d gotten used to over the last few weeks. But the sight that greeted me was definitely not. The lights were on in the foyer, but the rest of the house sat in darkness. Izzy and the girls were here. My security cameras tracked them coming home after school and not leaving again, so I knew they were here.

Having the cameras and security system installed had definitely eased my worries. But investigators still haven’t been able to get enough evidence to arrest the fucker. He was still out there, but hadn’t set another fire since my garage last month.

I set my bag down and walked further through the house. As I entered the kitchen, the lights flicked on and Izzy and the girls jumped out, letting go of balloons and yelling, “Surprise!”

I told her not to do anything special for my birthday. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised she didn’t listen. I couldn’t help but smile as I took in the banner that hung over the archway to the great room, all the bunches of balloons that were tied to various other places, and still more that floated along the ceiling.

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