Page 103 of The Lost and the Found

Love sounds painful. And beautiful.

“Oh, yeah, baby. It is.”

I covered his hand on my chest with my own and looked him in the eyes.

And then I took the chance. I jumped, hoping to keep flying, no matter what. “I love you.”

He stilled by my words, then a world of wonderment seeped into his eyes, and my own vision became blurry.

“I love you, too. So much, it fucking hurts.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. Then I took his lips in mine. Logan let me control the kiss, at first. But he was never one to hand control over. He took over, and there was nothing more intoxicating than to place myself in his care.

Logan covered me with his body, blanketing us from the cold outside, his arms coming down to my waist and hauling me closer, until not a single inch of space separated us. Until it was hard to tell where he began and where I ended.

He moved his lips to the hollow of my neck, and I gasped out loud when he bit the skin there. Running my hands up and down his taut back, I suddenly wanted nothing between us. I wanted his skin on mine, and I wanted him as close as I could get.

“Take off my clothes, Logan,” I demanded, trying to shuck off his shirt.

He moved back and looked at me. I let him see the determination in my eyes. I let him see the hunger and the need—the desperate, desperate need.

“Are you sure?” he asked me gruffly.

“I have never been surer of anything in my life.” And then I kissed him, loving the low rumble coming from his chest, before taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down.

His hand tightened on my hip before moving up to the inside my shirt. His touch left a burning inferno on my skin, leaving me breathless.

“I need you,” I cried out when he cupped one of my breasts in his hand.

He ran his thumb over the hardened peak, before pulling it taut.

“Hurry, Logan,” I urged when I successfully rid him of his shirt. He moved between my legs, and I felt the hard length of his penis against my pussy.

I wanted more.

So much more, it was hard to believe we waited this long.

He tugged my shirt off, his eyes taking in my naked breasts. “So beautiful,” he whispered, running his fingers down my sides.

I bit my lips hard when his fingers made their way inside the hem of my panties. He looked at me, his hazel eyes dark as he pulled them down, far enough that I could kick them away.

I watched him rid himself of his boxer briefs, his cock out, standing erect. I licked my lips and Logan groaned. “Condom?” I asked.

“Hold on,” he said, sounding very much like he was in pain. He climbed off the bed and looked around for his jeans, pulling his wallet out of the pocket.

He threw the foil on the bed, and I grinned when he got back on top of me, between my legs. I wrapped them around his hips, and he moved just the right way, until his hard length was pushed against me. This felt different than the other times we’d done this, because now, there was nothing in the way.

I could feel everything.

My nails bit into the skin on his shoulders, so sure I was drawing blood on his beautifully flawed back. Logan had a lot of marks on his skin, and the story of his he got them was tragic, but this mark, this very one left by me?

There was nothing tragic about it. It spoke of the frenzy we got ourselves in. It spoke of how deeply he got under my skin. I wanted to mark him in the only way I knew how.

When Logan pushed against me once more, I nearly came. “Logan, I need you inside of me now.”

He let out a sound that was a half a laugh and a groan. “Good, because I need to be inside of you. I need to feel your warm heat surrounding me, feel you squeeze around me. I need this so bad.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

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