Page 40 of The Lost and the Found

I didn’t want space. I wanted him. I wanted him so close it’d be hard to separate us. I wanted us so entangled in each other that he’d never have to leave again.

I bravely wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers playing at the end of his hair. I loved his hair. I loved how soft it was, loved how attractive it made him, how dark and mysterious. It was short and untamed. He was due for a haircut—I knew he tended to leave his hair short in almost a buzz cut, but it had grown out a lot since we’d met.

I moved my hand down to cup his jaw, rubbing my soft palm against the rough stubble. How would it feel against my skin? I bet there was a wilder side to Logan Cross I didn’t know about. He looked so untamed half the time; I wanted nothing more than to thoroughly explore that side.

“Logan,” I whispered. I didn’t know how to make my voice go up any higher. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Should I kiss you here?” he asked, moving his lips closer, from my ear to my jaw line.

My breath stuttered, and I closed my eyes, my hands tightening around his neck. “Y-yeah.”

“How about here?” he asked again, his lips moving to my neck. My stomach clenched when he suckled gently on the skin there. I was sure he would leave a mark.

“Logan.”

He moved up, his lips coasting around my lips gently, quickly, never staying in the same place for long. I moved to catch his lips with my own, but he stopped me, cupping one large hand around my jaw.

“Not yet, baby. I’m going to show you how gratifying it can be when we take our time.”

I let out a frustrated groan and felt his smile on my chin. “I don’t want to take my time.”

“I know.” He bit my chin.

My legs clenched together, and it was taking everything in me not to climb onto his lap. I wanted to so badly. I wanted to feel him, to taste him. I’d never wanted anyone this much. And Logan was so frustratingly slow.

“Please.” I was begging. Is this what he had reduced me to? A quivering, begging mess?

He moved up and kissed me then, and I realized something new about him. Logan liked it when I begged. Why did that turn me on so much?

I opened my mouth when he urged me to, his tongue touching my bottom lip before he used his teeth. When he deepened the kiss, we both let out a groan. My hands moved down to his shirt, clutching it tightly as I pulled him in close.

He was right.

It was better when he made me wait.

Logan pushed me until I was on my back, and he followed, spreading my legs out with his hips until he was snugly fit between them. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clenching my thighs when he moved just the right way. I could feel his hard length press against my most sensitive area.

I wanted more friction, and I wished Logan would stay like this forever, to move like this, devouring my lips like he was desperately ravenous for the taste of them… of me.

“Logan,” I said when he pulled away and kissed down my neck. He pulled the collar of my shirt down until my bra was showing, and his lips latched onto the exposed part of my breast, suckling the sensitive skin there. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair before yanking on it when I felt his bite.

He pulled away and looked down at me. “We need to stop. Or else I won’t be able to. I’ll take this further than you’re ready for, and I don’t want to hurt you, Hayden.”

I ran the palm of my hand against the rough stubble on his jaw and let out a small sigh. As much as I didn’t want to stop, I knew he was right. I wasn’t ready to take this any further. If I surrendered my body to him tonight, there would be no going back.

I would be ruined.

“Okay.”

He shot me a pained smile. “I’ll be here tomorrow at 3:30 to take you to work. Be sure to let your boss know you can’t work Saturday. Because starting Saturday morning, you’re mine.”

He leaned down and kissed me again, this one much tamer, and much too quick, before climbing off the couch. I sat up and watched him move to the front door, slipping on his shoes. His eyes were still dark, his hair a mess, and there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. He looked good enough to eat, and I was tempted to beg him to stay, consequences be damned.

“Get some sleep. You looked exhausted.” Most girls would take that as an insult. But I knew I looked exhausted. There was no way around it.

“Okay,” I said quietly.

“Come lock the door behind me.”

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