Page 72 of Breathless

“Kinda. Yeah.” He shrugs. “That’s hot.” He motions to my very exposed area, and I feel my whole body flush. My eyebrows lift, and his smile widens. “What can I say? I’m a perv.” But then his smile disappears, and gone is the teasing tone from his voice. “I’ve never done it without a condom before. You’re my first.” We stare at each other. “I like that, Bitsy. I want more firsts withyou.”

“Yeah?” I hate how eager that comes out, but tonight feels toosurreal.

He flops down next to me, naked and still hard, and wraps his arms around me. “In case I haven’t told you lately, you rock my fuckingworld.”

No, Logan. You rockmine.

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Joey

Sleepingin the nude is a new experience for me. One I’m thoroughlyenjoying.

I wake in Logan’s bed with his hand on my breast, his hard chest at my back, and his thick length against myrear.

“Morning.” I reach behind me and thread my fingers through his hair to gently scratch his head, and he grunts in approval and kisses my neck. His whiskers scrape against my sensitive skin, and Ishiver.

It’s a small miracle we made it back home last night after our romp by the river. We collapsed into bed and woke once in the middle of the night to make love again. Fortunately, I didn’t cry again. Couplegoals!

“Are you sore?” His sexy voice, thick with sleep, sends another round of chills down mybody.

“A little.” I squeeze my thighs together and still. “Okay, yeah, I’msore.”

“Sorry, baby. We shouldn’t have done it that secondtime.”

I grind back against him because even though I’m achy, he feels too good to stop. “I’m notcomplaining.”

“Mmm.” He thrusts against me. “There’s something to be said for waking up with a beautifulwoman.”

“You sweet talker. Bet you say that to all thegirls.”

I’m smiling and starting to wonder if I could test the waters today if we go slow when Logan rolls me onto myback.

His hair is going in every direction, and his jaw is covered in stubble. But it’s those piercing blue eyes staring down at me that I want to get lostin.

“Jo, you’re the only woman who’s ever stayed the night in thisbed.”

Oh.

Remembering those sweet words he told me last night, I palm his chin, and he leans into me. “I like being thefirst.”

What I mean to say is I like being the only one, but I can’t take back this Freudian slip, and the idea that someone likely will come after me smacks me like a Macktruck.

Fortunately, he’s kissing me and not parsing my words. I remind myself to take what I can get. To enjoy being together for however long we have. After all, we might end becauseIhave to leave, a thought that could make me cry again if I let myself think about it too long. But if I get emotional again while we’re in bed, I might give both of us a complex, so I try to focus on thepositive.

I’m grateful for the distraction of Logan’s dirty words in my ear and the sharp bites he gives my shoulder andbreasts.

After a mutually gratifying shower where I come so hard against his mouth, I’m pretty sure the next town over hears my screams, we get dressed for the day and head to hisbrother’s.

“You’re awfully sweet to help out at the ranch.” Logan gives me a lopsided smile as he drives one-handed, his other hand on mythigh.

There’s nothing special about how he’s dressed—just faded jeans, a fitted T-shirt, boots, and a baseball cap with a rounded bill—but it’s quintessential Logan. Playful and sweet and so handsome, it hurts to look athim.

We turn the corner and the sun streams through the window and down on my face. I close my eyes to soak in the heat and bask in this quiet moment of happiness. “I love hanging out at the ranch. Nothing I’ve ever done there has felt like work to me. Tending to the horses, hanging out with the kids, watering the garden—it’s apleasure.”

He makes a sound like he doesn’t believeme.

“What?” I open my eyes and turn towardhim.

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