Page 150 of Wicked Minds
“What’s this?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek and sending shivers down my spine. “The day you told me your truth.”
I blink, mind reeling. “The day you believed me.”
He nods. “The day I knew without a doubt that you were my everything, and I’d do whatever it took to prove it.”
Tears burn the back of my throat, and I stretch my neck and spine until I can press my lips to his. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to make me fall madly in love with you,” I whisper, hardly daring to put a voice to those words.
He smiles against my lips, quick and tentative. “I’m not doing anything that you’re not already doing to me, Ry.”
His hand slides into my hair and his lips seize mine, my body melting into every hard demand and gentle stroke of his touch.
“Please stop teasing me. I need you now.” My voice barely sounds like my own as he gets to his feet.
“Ah, fuck,” he growls, stumbling, and it takes me a second to realize he’s still wearing his skates. An obstacle we both forgot about. He moves to undo them with quick, nimble fingers, chucking them, along with his jeans and boxers, aside faster than I would have thought possible.
In the span of a breath, he’s back in front of me, towering over me as he pushes me down onto the bench. My panties disappear in the next blink, and I can’t look away from the endless pools of his eyes as the blunt head of his cock probes at my entrance.
We both still, understanding this moment for what it is—the meeting of two souls. And with a raw reverence, he pushes inside, and our souls become one.
My walls stretch around his thick, hard length, my back arching as neurons I didn’t know existed spark to life.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his body quaking. “You’re unbelievably tight.”
My responding chuckle is strangled as he splits me open. “God, Logan, that feels so good.”
“Incredible,” he rasps in agreement. “Pretty sure I can die happy now. Can’t imagine anything else the world has to offer beating this.”
I straight up laugh, which causes me to squeeze him tighter, and he grunts, arms straining either side of the bench beside my head. “Just kiss me, you idiot.”
Sweeping in, he sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I lose myself in all things Logan Astor. He plays my body like he does hockey—with determination and passion, each move performed with perfect precision until his name is a breathless plea falling endlessly from my lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls.
Each stroke has me quivering, and one look at Logan lets me know he’s on the verge of completely shattering, too. Seeing him so unraveled is my undoing, and I come apart on his cock as he continues to pound into me. One, two, three more thrusts before he pulls out, his seed exploding over my stomach as he comes with a roar.
Breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against my chest, likely hearing the pounding of my heart. “Fuck.” He sucks in two more heaving breaths. “I completely forgot about a condom until I was about to come.”
I’m too exhausted to laugh, but my chest vibrates with the semblance of one, and he lifts his head, gifting me a cocky yet endearing smile. “Just in case you didn’t yet realize how obsessed I am with you, I haven’t had sex with anyone sinceyou started tutoring me, and I got myself tested after that first session.”
“That was awfully presumptuous of you,” I say, at a loss for a better response. Even as heat blooms in my chest, it is a struggle to suppress my smile, knowing that even with the ups and downs we’ve had, he never sought out anyone else.
He huffs out a breath, but his grin only brightens.
Lifting my arm, I point to a minute, barely noticeable scar. “Implant. And I’m clean, too. Although, I did, uh, have sex with both Royce and Grayson the other day.”
His eyebrows arch in surprise. “At the same time?”
“What?” I ask, aghast. “No! Separately. Royce was…”
“Inevitable,” Logan finishes, understanding.
“And Grayson was?—”
“Grayson.”
With a small smile, I nod. “I haven’t slept with anyone else, though. Not in a long time.”
