Page 131 of Logan
“Do you? Sometimes I think you all see me as nothing but a walking punchline.”
“Lucas—”
“Forget it.” His tone shifts back to lightnessso quickly I almost get whiplash. “Just having a momentary crisis of confidence. Probably the Hong Kong pollution.”
Before I can respond, I hear a female voice in the background on his end.
He laughs, the moment of vulnerability gone. “Duty calls. Some of us are blessed with extraordinary stamina.”
“And humility,” I deadpan.
“Humility is for people with nothing to brag about,” Lucas retorts. “Love you, big brother.”
“Love you too,” I respond.
The line goes dead. I crawl back to bed, emotions swell in my chest, so intense they’re almost painful. Love and relief and a fierce, exultant joy threaten to crack my ribs when I look at Sloane.
She’s here. And last night, in the shelter of darkness, she whispered the words I never thought I’d hear from anyone, let alone her.
I’m not even sure it’s real. I feel an urge to wake her just to hear those words again.
I reach between her legs, cup her, and pull her against me, molding my front to her sleep-warm back, my arm slipping around her waist to rest my palm against the velvet skin of her belly.
She makes a soft sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and nestles back into the cradle of my hips. I groan low in my throat as her ass brushes against my erection, and I fight the urge to grind against her, to take what I so desperately need.
“Logan...” she murmurs in a low voice, her eyes still closed.
My cock twitches at the sound, and I grit my teeth againstthe urge to just take her, hard and fast and brutal. “I need you, baby. God, I need you so much.”
She moans in response, still half-asleep. I pinch an exposed nipple and delight in watching her stiffen under my fingers. My hand glides over her smooth belly and moves down to find her sensitive spot. She arches her back, inviting me.
I shift her leg back over mine, opening her to me, and then slide home in one long, deep thrust that punches the air from both our lungs. She cries out, her head falling back against my shoulder, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck, muffling my groan against her skin.
“Logan!” she screams.
“Yes, scream my name. Remember who makes you feel this way.”
“You. Only you,” she gasps. “Harder, Logan, please. I need you hard.”
I comply with her demands, increasing the pace, pounding into her harder, faster. My fingers toy with her clit, which swells under my touch, and I revel in the sounds bursting from her, the murmurs and moans of my name.
Her walls clench around me, milking me as she nears her climax, and I rub her clit faster, knowing I won’t last much longer myself.
“That’s it, baby,” I urge, increasing the pressure of my fingers. “I want to feel you come apart.”
A few more strokes and she’s flying apart with a ragged cry, her body clamping down around me.
The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge with a guttural shout, burying myself as deep as I can as I empty inside her welcoming heat.
We stay locked together as the aftershocks roll through us, our sweat-slick skin sliding together with each ragged breath. Eventually, I slip out of her, but I don’t let her go, can’t bear to relinquish the reassuring press of her body against mine. I turn her to me and press my lips to hers.
She rears back, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. “Ugh, Logan, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”
I laugh. “I just came inside you, and yesterday I took your virgin ass, and you think I care about your morning breath?” I kiss her anyway, savoring her lips. “You realize you’re mine, right? Because I’m never letting you go after last night.”
“I don’t want to leave you. I’ll tell you as many times as you need until you believe me. I love you.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “I will never tire of hearing you say those words.”
