Satisfied with my answer, Logan starts moving us down the hall, toward our bedroom. His soft lips press against my neck, his tongue sliding across my collarbone. It’s a move he knows I can’t resist and on instinct, I flex my thighs immediately wanting him closer. I need him closer. His mouth moves to mine, parting his lips and moving his tongue with mine. Like before, Logan’s now shifted back to being more in control. Every move he makes is more direct like he knows exactly what he needs from me.
“I want you inside me. Please.” My arms are wrapped around his neck. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends as he continues to plant strong, hurried kisses along my neck and shoulders.
The pace at which we’re moving speeds up the moment we make it to our bedroom. Our heavy breaths move together and when Logan places me back onto our bed, I can tell we’re both feeling and needing the same thing from each other.
We need an escape. We’re using each other to forget the thoughts that haunt us.
Logan’s hands are on me within seconds, removing my tank top and bra before undoing the brass button of my jean shorts. They snap open, the metal sound echoing off the walls of our bedroom. His fingers graze against my skin like silk as he pulls down my shorts. Gently pushing my legs apart, he bends over between them, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my hips. I sit up on my elbows, watching him as he bends down, pressing his lips to the inside of my thighs. His light breaths against my skin causes my legs to tingle and my want for him to grow. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, his mouth exploring every inch of me.
“Logan.” I’m breathless, grasping at anything to fight my release. I want this to last.
He kisses the top of my underwear and I fight to hold back the orgasm I know is coming. He hasn’t really even touched me, yet I feel like he has in so many ways. He’s everywhere all at once.
He presses his lips to the lace fabric of my thong once again, his hot breath dancing across my sensitive area. A playful grin spreads across his lips and a fire burns in his eyes. Without breaking his eyes away from mine, he pushes the fabric of my thong aside, sliding two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, Lena. You’re soaked.” He starts moving his fingers inside me and leans down once again to kiss me. I lift my hips off the mattress and reach out, grabbing fistfuls of bedsheets. Sliding his tongue across my skin, I gasp. Being with Logan like this has only made my love for him grow.
His tongue continues to lap against me. He reaches up, grabbing my breast. His fingers brush against my hardened nipple. A tingling sensation moves down my body to where Logan is between my legs.
“Logan, please,” I beg him, lifting my legs, wrapping them around his shoulders, fighting the urge to keep him pressed between my legs. I want him to move so he’s inside me but I want him to keep going all at the same time.
Before pulling away, Logan gently bites against me. I hiss, reveling in the pleasurable sting.
Logan rises, still kneeled on the bed. His stare is intense as he watches me. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”
I can see the outline of his erection in his black slacks, the appearance of how I look clearly affecting him. My eyes trail back up, landing on his. “And I can’t believe you’re my husband.”
I sit up far enough to start unbuckling his pants as he unbuttons his chef jacket. Beneath his jacket is a plain white T-shirt. I pout, my lips still swollen from Logan’s kisses in the hallway.
Logan pauses and looks down as he holds the hem of his shirt. “What’s wrong?”
I smirk, feeling my warm lips spread out into a grin. “Nothing’s wrong.” I scoot forward and place my hands over his, quickly starting to lift it over the toned muscle beneath it. “There’s just too many layers. Close the space between us.”
Logan gives me a devilish grin before placing his hands on my bent knees, pressing his fingertips against them. The sunlight pours in between the curtains, highlighting every line and ridge of Logan’s defined body. I run my fingertips across his abs then wrap my hands around his waist pulling him closer. His skin is peppered with goose bumps as he leans forward, crashing his lips against mine.
“I want you inside me. Now.” I’m begging again, but I can’t help it.
He wraps his arm around my waist, moving us backward so I’m leaning against the fabric of our cushioned headboard. I’m practically sitting upright, my breasts on full display and my knees spread apart. Grabbing on to my ankle, Logan lifts my leg over his shoulder, positioning himself at my entrance.
I gasp, tipping my chin up and pressing my head back into the headboard as Logan pushes inside me. His mouth lands on my exposed neck and the feeling is overwhelming in the best way.
