Page 155 of The Lost and the Found

His smiling face was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and kissed him.

I kissed him with everything in me, trying to convey to him just how I felt, and how inadequate any words I might have used to tell him otherwise really were.

Logan moved his hands down from my waist to my ass, squeezing the supple flesh, before moving down again to my legs.

He pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Make love to me,” I gasped out against his lips when he moved his hips up a little, putting pressure against me.

It had been three long days. I didn’t know what Logan had been waiting for, but I didn’t want to wait anymore.

I wanted him, and I wanted that closeness between us that could only be achieved when he was moving inside of me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his lips a millimeter from mine. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for. If you need more time, I can wait.”

I pulled roughly on his hair, and he made a noise somewhere between a growl and groan. “If you don’t take me now, I’ll kill you. And I would like to not have to. I’ve grown quite fond of you.”

He chuckled. “Ah, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

And then he kissed me like he meant it. Like he didn’t plan on stopping, and I was so goddamn happy, I could weep with joy.

“Finally!”

His chest rumbled against mine from his suppressed laughter, before he was moving us to our bedroom.

Logan set me down on the bed, and stood across from me, his dark eyes taking in every inch of me.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He leaned down and stripped me slowly.

I ran my fingers through his hair when he unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off my shoulders before unclasping my bra and pulling that off, too.

He took an aching nipple between his lips, sucking on the tender flesh as his hands moved down to the waistband of my jeans. I felt the rough material loosen around me, and he was pulling them off my legs, including my panties, until I was sitting there, naked and panting in front of him.

I wanted him so fucking bad.

Logan pushed me down until I laid on my back, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He moved them up so each leg rested on either side of his broad shoulders.

“God, I missed the taste of you. You’ll let me taste you, won’t you?” he asked, though the twinkle in his eyes told me he already knew the answer. I nodded. He rewarded me with that half-smile of his that I loved so much, before he leaned down and took my drenched lips in his mouth, sucking on them before moving to my clit.

I laid back down on the bed and let out a low groan. That felt so good. My legs were shaking from the sensation alone, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

“Logan, Logan, Logan,” I chanted. I needed more. More of him, more of his touch, more of everything. Just… more.

He gave me a long lick along my slit before moving back and sucking on my pounding clit, as he put two long, thick fingers in me.

“Look at this. Look at how drenched your greedy little cunt is for me,” he said, moving in and out of me at a slow, tortuous pace. I clenched around him, moving my hips up to get more of that friction. Logan slapped the side of my thigh, and I pulled back, glaring at him.

He shot me a charming smile and winked before he made a move to stand up. I tightened my legs around him, not wanting to go anywhere.

That earned me another slap.

“Logan!” I was so, so close. I wanted to come.

He laughed. “No, I want us to come together. You’re not going to do that until I’m inside you.” And then he began to strip off his own clothes, and any protest I might have over him moving away from me was soon forgotten.

There was never a better image than that of Logan stripping off his clothes, revealing hard muscles, broad shoulders, washboard abs, and dark, tan skin that made my mouth watered.

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