Chapter 66

CHAPTER 66

MIRA

L ogan came with a mighty roar, his grip on my hair tightening almost to the point of pain as the gentle thrusts of his hips became forceful. I moaned, my hands on his ass to keep him from pulling out when he found his release.

I wanted him.

All of him.

And I wanted it now.

This was the man I loved, and for some reason, it felt like he was claiming me. Marking me. Making me his.

And okay, making me beg, but I'm even loving that.

My body was on fire, my skin hot and every part of me aching. Every time I clenched my thighs together, my panties felt wetter and my nipples were hard as hell.

Without so much as skipping a beat, Logan had accepted my explanation for what had happened. He'd taken me back without question and without hesitation. He trusted me, and from now on, I was going to give him that same trust in return.

If I'd learned one thing from breaking both our hearts unnecessarily, it was that I needed to trust him enough to be direct with him. I could've saved us both a lot of anguish if I'd done that last night and I'd forever be grateful to my brother for insisting that I spoke to Logan today .

At the very least, it meant that neither of us had been forced to wallow in our misery for any longer than we already had. We're back, baby!

Joy and excitement mingled with the almost overwhelming lust burning through my veins. He and I were back together, we were on the same page, and there was nothing standing in our way anymore.

I greedily swallowed every last drop of his seed. It was mine now. He was mine, and tears stung the backs of my eyes as I realized that this—us—could be it after all.

Logan had felt like my happily ever after for a while now, but Slate had always been a dark, looming presence that threatened to break us apart. To snatch our happiness away.

But now, that wasn't true anymore and it suddenly felt like a world of possibilities had opened up to us. Those tears were still welling in my eyes when Logan took my hands and gently pulled me to my feet. He was panting, his lips red and swollen from biting them and his eyes slightly hazy as they met mine.

Until he saw the tears.

His eyebrow snapped together and the lazy haze disappeared in a single blink. He gathered me up in his arms and brought his palm to my cheek. "Mira? What's wrong?"

I shook my head, smiling through the tears. I looped my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. "Nothing's wrong. Everything is just so right . I'm happy, Logan. These are happy tears."

His demeanor changed instantly, another cocky grin spreading on his lips as he lowered them to mine. "Well, I mean, if it makes you this happy, then I guess you could keep begging me for stuff. Like, every morning, if you want a cup of coffee, you could just blo?—"

I laughed, smacking his shoulder with one hand and swiping away the tears with the back of the other. "You wish, bucko. Now, what does a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here? "

"Ask," he said devilishly, then winked and dropped his hands to my thighs, lifting me against him and sealing his mouth over mine.

Kissing me, he carried me to his bedroom and laid me down horizontally across his bed. He finally broke the kiss to grab a few condoms from the nightstand.

I watched his muscles. They flexed when he moved. Those perfect globes of his ass were so damn enticing that I suddenly wanted to bite them. Since we'd left his sweats in the kitchen and he hadn't put on a shirt after his shower, he was fully naked and completely comfortable in his own skin.

He dropped a whole wad of condoms on the mattress and then came to sit on his knees between my legs, his gloriously sculpted abs and broad chest on full display. As was his still semi-erect dick. My mouth watered at the sight of it, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.

"Have at it," he teased when he realized I was staring. "It might take a little bit longer this time, but I'm sure you'll get him there."

"Why do guys always talk about him when they're referring to themselves? It's not like it's a separate entity from you."

He smirked as he bent over, a lock of his hair falling over his forehead as he placed his palms on either side of my head and hovered just above me. "Oh, it's a separate entity sometimes, alright. Got a mind of its own and everything. You'd be surprised at how persuasive it can be when it wants to take over."

"Does that mean I have to be worried that you're going to let it take over when it wants other people?" I knew he'd told me he wanted to be exclusive, but since I'd decided to be honest and direct with him, I needed to get that off my chest too.

Logan eased back, his eyes growing serious on mine. He gave his head a single, firm shake. "It's not going to want anyone else, Mira. I'm not going to want anyone else. Never again. You're it for me."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, my voice small and vulnerable, but with him, I felt safe enough to still ask the question, even if I didn't like that I was so insecure about it.

This was all part of giving him my trust the way he had done for me, though. From the moment I'd met him, people had been warning me about how much of a player he was. How he would never settle down and was incapable of being with only one person.

I truly believed that had changed. What I needed now was the reassurance that he wasn't looking to go back to that life.

He pushed his rapidly hardening cock against the damp front panel of my panties. "I know because you're the only person he wants, but you're also the only one who has ever touched me in here."

Taking my hand, he pressed it to his chest and I felt his heartbeat slamming against my palm. "No one has ever made me feel anything there, Mira. Not until you came along. That belongs to you, and the rest of me is right with it."

I closed my eyes and focused on his heart for a moment, feeling it beating until it felt like my own had matched its pace. In that moment, I felt more connected to him than I ever had with another human being, and when I looked at Logan again, I had a feeling he felt the same way.

His head was bowed, his chest still pushing into my palm and his own lids now shut as well. They blinked open slowly and the softest smile I'd ever seen from him ghosted across his lips. "I know I can't make you believe me. I can't show you a snapshot of us twenty years from now, still happily together, faithful to one another, and sitting at a table with our kids. What I can do is to promise you that I want that. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything and I'm going to work every day to make that dream a reality."

My insides melted and I blinked away more tears. I pushed my fingers into his hair and pulled him down until his lips were against my own. They parted at the same time mine did, our tongues mingling as he kissed me with such intensity that it wiped every last doubt from my mind.

A weight lifted from my soul at the knowledge that I'd been right. Logan had changed. I wasn't being na?ve and it wasn't wishful thinking. This was as real for him as it was for me.

All those warnings evaporated from my mind. Logan was ready for a relationship and he was going to be giving it a real go with me .

As his lips broke away from my own, I whimpered with the loss, trying to pull him back, but he shook his head, murmuring against my skin as he undressed me when he spoke again. "You were promised orgasms, my love. Let me give you what you need."

My heart tripped over the L-word. It was pretty clear at this point that we felt that way about each other, but neither of us had said it out loud yet.

He kissed a hot path along my jaw, dotting open-mouthed kisses on my throat, my collarbones, and finally moving onto my chest once my shirt was off. I considered pulling him up for a moment. Demanding to know why he'd called me that.

Ultimately, however, I didn't need those words right now. We'd both had a long day as it was and we were on solid enough ground that I wasn't going to rush him. In the heat of the moment, he'd called me love . Not baby, or honey, or sweetheart, or any of those other things.

But love .

I smiled as my fingers burrowed into the sheets beneath me, clenching the fabric in my fists. Logan and I had all the time in the world to profess our feelings to one another. Right now, he was showing me how he felt and that was even better. We didn't have to race to the finish line.

Instead, we had the opportunity to savor every moment along the way. I liked that. It felt natural and easy rather than rushing past all the good stuff and forcing ourselves to label our feelings so early. My skirt and panties disappeared at some point and he pushed a finger inside me, teasing me until my muscles were taut and beads of sweat had gathered on my skin.

I was in a state of blissful suspension, happily letting him lave over me as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. The slightly rough scrape of his tongue across the peak of my nipple made my back arch while the sensation of his finger inside me made me bear down. His mouth moved down then, one of his hands alternating between my breasts and pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me feel it everywhere .

Kissing a line from the center of my chest past my stomach, he settled between my legs and just watched for a moment as his finger sank into me over and over again. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his posture rigid with restraint as he bit his lower lip and let out a low growl.

After another second of watching, he finally brought his mouth to my clit and sucked it between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nerves. Lost to the pleasure he was eliciting from me, I gave up on trying to think, just feeling. I squirmed and moaned, finally succumbing to a euphoric orgasm that lasted so long that I nearly blacked out.

When I came to again, Logan was right there, back to holding himself up above me as he pressed gentle kisses to my cheeks, my throat, and my eyelids until he saw me focusing on him. "There you are. I was starting to get worried."

"Nothing to be worried about," I murmured past my dry throat. "As long as you know a surgeon who can do a full skeleton transplant. All my bones just liquefied."

He chuckled. "I might know a guy, but let's hold off before we give him a call. I plan on making that happen a few more times today, so I think it'll be better to assess the damage once we're done and then decide what kind of procedure we'll need."

"You know a guy?" I giggled as I toyed with his hair and looked deep into his eyes. "Orthopedic surgeon?"

He shook his head and winked at me. "Nah, a mad scientist who approached me a couple years ago to fund his research into transferring a person's consciousness into another body."

"Wow. That's some real sci-fi stuff right there."

"That's exactly what I said." He smiled as he lowered his head to nuzzle my ear. "His research might just prove to be useful, though. I guess it depends on the intensity of the orgasm."

I laughed, sliding my hand under his chin and lifting until he looked at me again. "Can we try that another day?"

"Transferring your consciousness into another body?" he asked lightly. "I'm not sure it's possible yet. I didn't give him the mon?— "

"Logan," I breathed against his lips. "Right now, all I want is you inside me, okay? I just…" I trailed off, suddenly not even sure what I'd wanted to say.

"Yeah, I know. Me too, Mira. Don't worry. I've got you." He kissed me deeply then. His lips slanted over mine while his tongue pressed into my mouth once more. He reached for the condoms, and once he had one, he slowed the kiss to an end before he sat back to roll it on.

I wrapped my legs around his hips once we were protected, my arms winding around him as I pulled him back to me. Logan sank into me slowly, like he was reveling in the moment just as much as I was. He stretched me open, touching me everywhere when he was finally fully seated. Holding still for a moment, he kissed me before he started moving, thrusting with measured, deliberate purpose as his lips devoured my own.

I moved with him, rocking into him until I didn't know where I ended and he began. It felt like we really had become one and it was a feeling that burrowed itself into the recesses of my very being. This was the kind of sex that changed a person, and as of right now, I knew nothing would ever be the same again. The scariest part about it was that I didn't want things to stay the same. Not now that I knew how full a heart could really be.