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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Hard Muscles and Sexy Ridges
Stephanie
Sleeping with Logan’s arms wrapped around me had to be the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months, maybe even years. His body was so warm, so consuming, and relaxing that I almost forgot where I was until I heard the horn of the boat.
Pressing my lips together, they were still tender from the events of the previous night. Closing my eyes to savor the memory, I replayed every moment in my head, from the way he picked me up and carried me across the room, to the way he let my hands have free rein over his body.And what a body it was. All hard muscles and sexy ridges.
Logan was confident in his lovemaking and he cherished my body every step of the way, easing me where he needed or wanted me to be. Running his fingers through my hair, Logan pressed a soft kiss to my forehead as something achingly foreign pulled at my heart. Swallowing against the tightness that built in my throat, I couldn’t help but worry about the day when Logan would decide I wasn’t good enough for him and walk away like Nick had.
How would I survive losing him again?
“Morning, sweet girl,” Logan mumbled sleepily against my lips.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed our lips together. “Morning,” I replied in a moan.
“How’d you sleep?” Logan asked, pulling me closer.
Grinding against him, it was enough to have us both shivering and gasping at the sensation. “Heavenly.”
Brushing my hair out of my face, Logan’s eyes smiled when they looked down at me. “I could get used to waking up beside you,” he breathed, filling my heart with hope.
“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep alone after a night like that,” I admitted.
Logan’s lips pressed against the top of my head as the lines around his eyes crinkled in laughter. “It was that good, wasn't it?” He asked, rolling me on top of him.
Straddling him as his mouth crashes into mine, his hands cradling my face as if this moment would vanish. Holding onto each other as if we’re one another’s lifeline, I want to anchor myself to this man for the rest of my life.
“You know, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” Logan breathes, his words falling on my lips before their return.
Kissing my neck, and then my collarbone, Logan strips me out of the shirt he lent me to sleep in so he could give the swells of my breasts some attention. Devouring both, he sucks my nipples into his mouth, swirling each one individually. Letting my head drop back, my legs are quivering at the need to have him inside me.
“I want you so bad,” we both whispered, my pussy clenching at the words.
Cursing under his breath, Logan sucks my lip between his teeth before releasing it with almost a pop. Reaching down to stroke his length, I coat him with the pre-cum on the tip. “Condom?” I ask, eager to help him this time.
A growl seeped from his throat as he reached for his bag on the nightstand. Fishing out a condom, he tore the package open just as I took it from him. “Feeling confident are we?” He hissed, knowing he brought out a wild side in me.
Rubbing my lips together, I admired Logan’s length. He was big, but not big enough that he was overwhelming or bulky. Just the perfect size to fit my body. Biting my lip with anticipation, Logan must have understood what I was asking for and impaled me. The burning sensation of being stretched open like this makes me cry out in a pleasurable amount of pain.
Giving me what I asked for, Logan doesn’t hold anything back. Pounding me harder and faster, he is relentless in his mission to make me climax once more before he finds his release. This time, there’s no slow-building or soft tingles. One second I’m holding on, trying to make sure I don’t slip off the bed, and the next I’m coming without warning. I’m literally screaming so loud I sound like a freakin’ porn star.
I feel like one too.
My cries must fuel Logan on as he picks up his pace. “Ah, sweet girl. You’re so fucking gorgeous and incredibly hot,” Logan grunts, slamming into me even deeper somehow.
Feeling his cock pulse inside of me stirs a fire so deep that I’m floating and falling all at once as an animal-like groan rips from Logan’s lungs. Feeling him empty himself inside the condom, I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to ride him raw?
As if we’ve been running a marathon, I fall to the mattress beside him, instinctively wrapping my legs around him as I curl into his side.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, brushing the damp hair out of my eyes.
“Don’t worry about hurting me. You could never.”
Resting his hand under my chin, he captures another long, slow, sensual kiss. “I’ll never hurt you again,” he declares. “That’s a promise.”
Staring into his eyes, I had never been more painfully aware of my own heartbeat until he uttered those words. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, I could not only feel the love he felt for me in every touch, but I could see it in every look he gave me. “Cross your heart and hope to die?” I sang.
