Page 137 of The Lost and the Found

She pouted a little. I didn’t think she was even aware she was doing it. “Hmm, I’m not a child. I don’t need you to always be around. I can fend for myself, but I did miss you. You leave the apartment so early, and come home so late, I can’t remember the last time we were able to just sit around and enjoy a quiet meal together.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and grabbed my palm, bringing it to her lips and kissing it sweetly. “It’s okay. I know your work is important.”

“Not as important as you,” I said, meaning it. There wasn’t anything more important than her. Did she not know that?

Smiling mischievously, she stood up until her small body was pressed against mine in the best way possible. My arms automatically went around her waist, holding her close to me.

“I know how you can make it up to me,” she said, her hand moving up to wrap around my neck as she pulled me down in a searing kiss.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, my voice coming out thick. This was the effect she had on me.

“Yeah,” she said, mimicking my tone of voice.

She let out a small shudder when my hands moved down to grab her ass, squeezing roughly, before I pulled her in so she could feel my raging hard-on.

“Take me to bed and make love to me,” she whispered.

I stilled from her words. She had never spoken these words to me before, and I didn’t know what to make of them. Her blue eyes took me in, looking at me expectantly, as if she was waiting for me to reject her.

I would never reject her.

Never in this lifetime, and if I were a religious man, I would say never in the next one, either.

I pulled her up to me, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. We looked at each other as I moved through the apartment, out of the office, along the corridor to the bedroom. I laid her down gently on the bed, and I kissed her with everything in me, trying to convey with my movements what my words couldn’t.

Of how much she had come to mean to me. Of how fucking terrified I was that she could leave me. Of how much I needed her, with the desperation and urgency I had never before felt in my life.

And you know what they say.

Desperation was such an ugly thing.

“Hayden,” I said against her lips, moving my hands down her body, touching… savoring the delicacy of her shape, her skin. She was designed to be my perfect fit in every way possible, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Logan. I need you inside me so bad,” she pleaded, her blue eyes wide.

We stripped each other out of our clothes until I had her naked beneath me, and her eyes did that thing that drove me crazy, where they would glaze over with pleasure from even the simplest touch from me, where her muscles would tense for only a long second before I felt her convulse and her limbs tighten around me.

It was as if she couldn’t get enough of this… of me.

I felt the same way.

I tore the condom package off with my teeth, and her pupils expanded before she leaned forward and kissed the skin on my jawline.

I fucking loved it when she did that.

There was never a better feeling in the world than knowing the girl you loved couldn’t get enough of the taste of you.

I felt the same way.

I molded my hand around one breast and played with the globe before moving to her pretty little nipple, adding a small pinch from my fingers before I soothed it out with my palm. Her blunt nails dug into my skin when I did this a few more times, as she looked down at where I touched her, a world of fascination in her blue eyes, and that gorgeous blush of hers that I loved so much making its way down to her chest, covering most of the pale brown freckles she had there.

“Beautiful,” I whispered in awe. And she was that. The most beautiful girl in the world to me.

We looked into each other’s eyes as I entered her, inch by torturous inch, and feeling her inner wall tighten around me every once in a while was the sweetest kind of heaven and hell.

Then I did as she asked, and I made love to her.

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