Chapter 70

CHAPTER 70

MIRA

L ogan was relentless, his hot lips on my throat, on my chest, and on my own as he kissed me breathless. He was a little like a man possessed, and I was loving it. I could never get enough of him, but knowing that talking about our future and children was what had gotten him like this, I didn't think I would ever get enough.

Wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders and my legs around his hips, I moaned when I felt his tip graze against my entrance. We'd always been careful about using condoms, rarely even touching those parts of ourselves together without latex between us, and there was something so different about it being skin to skin that it made me as ravenous for him as he seemed to be for me.

I pressed my chest harder against his, moaning at the slick friction of his wet skin against my nipples. There was something so taboo about this, getting it on outside, in a lake, where anyone could stumble upon us. At the same time, however, I knew there was almost zero chance of that happening. Unless some hiker had gotten seriously lost this afternoon, there was no one around for miles.

But still.

We were outside, at night, and in the water. Under the moon and stars and being guarded by trees that were at least decades old. Getting it on here felt naughty and romantic all at the same time, and I was here for it.

Already, I was aching for him, my hips begging to slide down and impale myself on him. Logan groaned. His tongue licked a path to my shoulder and his teeth grazed against my skin. "Shit, Mira."

"Yeah, I know," I replied on a loud moan, feeling freed by the fact there were no neighbors to hear us and no one to complain. "Logan…"

"Yep. I'm right there with you." He wrapped his arms around me, started toward the grassy beach that was the shore, and laid me down with the water still lapping at my feet.

Without wasting any time, he knelt between my legs, his breathing harsh, and he spread them and planted his hot mouth on my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking. My hands flew to my breasts and I started massaging them.

He cursed against my soaked flesh, running his hands up and down my legs until he finally surrendered and pushed a finger into me. "Logan!"

I had no idea what had come over us, but we were both wild, giving in to every instinct and urge without fighting it at all. His tongue parted my folds, his fingers sliding in and out as he kissed me down there with as much fervor as he had my mouth.

"Roll over," I managed to whimper between pants, not waiting for him to move before I sat up. Sliding my hands onto his shoulders, I pushed him down, then turned around to position myself above him. I couldn't believe I was being so brazen, but I wanted to be able to give him pleasure at the same time that I received it.

Logan arched an eyebrow at me, then grinned, brought his hands to my hips, and guided them down until his mouth was on me again. Focusing on the task at hand, I blinked past the sparks of pleasure going off behind my eyes and closed my fingers around the base of his shaft.

Logan let out a low shout, sucking my clit into his mouth just as I wrapped my lips around his swollen tip. Moisture shimmered at his slit, and I had a feeling it wasn't water. The knowledge made me work him harder and faster, so turned on that I had no interest in teasing him or making him wait.

For the first time ever, Logan was even louder than I was, writhing underneath me until he finally couldn't hold back anymore. He started rocking his hips as gently as he could stand into my mouth. Meanwhile, it was getting more and more difficult to keep track of what I was doing.

Logan's oral game was always strong, but tonight, he seemed determined to make me hear angels sing—or to make me forget that we weren't actually trying to procreate. Either way, my thighs were starting to shake and I couldn't stop moaning, the sounds spilling out of me around his cock.

"Mira, yes…" He trailed off, but those two words were enough to push me over the edge.

My insides tightened, my toes curling, and the orgasm swept me under. Waves of pleasure rolled through me and I trembled, my jaw going slack. I screamed his name into the night and rode it out.

When I came back down to earth, Logan sat up, his brow furrowed with need and his eyes dark, but he shook his head when I tried to get back to what I'd been doing. "Let's go inside, my love. We can grab a shower to wash off the lake and then continue this in bed."

"But you didn't?—"

"I'll survive." He gave me a tight smile and slid his arms around my hips from behind once I was standing on my shaky legs. We grabbed our clothes and started back to the cottage. Walking with me in front of him like that, he didn't stop until we'd reached our bathroom.

Once we got there, he flipped on the shower, and while we waited for the water to heat up, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed up on my toes to kiss him again. Logan claimed my mouth with the same intensity as before, my taste on his tongue seemingly driving us both to pick up where we'd left off.

When the kiss finally broke, steam was billowing out of the shower cubicle and we stepped inside, still hanging onto each other. The water cascaded over us. My lips sought his out once more, and I walked him back until he was leaning against the stone wall of the shower.

Now that I had him where I wanted him, my palm slid down his abs. My fingers traced every one of those sexy ridges and valleys on their way down. His breathing grew heavy again. Soft moans came out of him as I dragged my fingertips across his skin. I reached his hip before I worked my hand in between us, sliding my fingers around his shaft and starting to stroke him slowly.

"Mira," he groaned between kisses. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that."

"So don't." I picked up my pace, moving my body back half an inch to give myself some space to work with. "Come for me, Logan. I know how much you want to."

After barely a second of thought, his hips started thrusting, and he set the pace, kissing me even harder as his muscles started tensing. He swelled in my hand, getting impossibly bigger before he came, coating my stomach and arm in his release.

As he recovered, he wrapped me up in his arms, our kisses slowing but not stopping until we took a break to wash each other. The process was slow and sensual, with him wordlessly squeezing shampoo into his hands and motioning for me to turn around.

I washed my hair every morning, but it had never been like this. With Logan's strong fingers on my scalp, it was more like a luxurious head massage than just washing, and I made sure to return the favor when it was my turn.

Once we'd lathered each other's bodies with soap and had rinsed that off, Logan pulled me back into his arms and kissed me. Then he rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. His powerful arms were around me and his body pressed as close as it could get to mine. His frame towered over my own in the shower, and I felt completely engrossed in him.

Like we weren't two separate beings anymore. This time, he wasn't even inside me but I still felt like we'd become one, and it was a feeling that just kept growing as we got out of the shower and stumbled to the bed .

We hadn't even dried off, but I didn't mind. It seemed water was our thing tonight and I was enjoying all the different sensations caused by being wet all over. A hard mattress suddenly pressed into the backs of my knees and I lay down, bringing him with me.

Logan's body covered my own as he planted his knees next to my legs so as not to crush me into the mattress, but his kisses never ceased. We made out like lovestruck teenagers for a long time, kissing, and touching, and sighing and moaning. Fooling around, we drove each other crazy all over again before he finally positioned himself between my legs.

With his eyes on mine, he started moving forward, silently asking if it was okay. I pushed my fingers into his hair and nodded. We both knew we were playing with fire and I wasn't blind to the potential consequences, but I wanted to feel him with nothing between us and I wanted it now.

Regardless of what happened, we were in it together and I already knew he was clean. We'd talked about it on the rig about a month ago. He'd gotten himself tested about a week before and he'd shown me the results.

In return, I'd shown him mine. They'd been older than his, but I hadn't been with anyone else since my last routine battery of tests.

Logan sucked in a sharp breath when his tip slid between my folds and my body tensed, my muscles already quivering in anticipation. He sank in slowly, pausing after about an inch and whispering against my lips.

"If we do this, there's no going back."

"I know." I tilted my head to the side and claimed his mouth with my own, hooking my legs around his hips and moving with him as he pushed all the way inside.

The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. He seemed bigger. Hotter. So much more real. It didn't really make much sense, but that was how I felt in that moment. Almost like the condoms had kept us from really feeling each other, and now that we could, I didn't know if I ever wanted to ever see another condom again.

Logan growled and it ended on a low mewl, his kisses deep and insistent, as confident as always even as he grew more and more rigid in my arms. "God, Mira. This is…"

"I know." I didn't have words for it either, but I knew what he meant. Pulling my head back, I kissed his eyes and brushed my nose along the tip of his as I felt myself getting closer. "I love you, Logan. I love you."

"I love you too." He ran his lips to my ear and kissed my temple, rocking rhythmically in and out of me until I closed my eyes and surrendered to an orgasm that turned my world upside down. It blew my mind and scattered my thoughts to all four corners of the globe.

Vaguely aware of Logan's climax following soon after mine, I kissed his shoulder and his throat as I came too, holding him and staying still as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't feel my limbs or find my brain, but that was okay with me.

Just like this, with Logan inside me and on top of me, enveloping me in his strength, his scent, and his presence, it was how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Screw working, eating, sleeping, and everything else.

If we could stay right here for as long as we lived, I would have been so damn happy that even just the thought of it brought tears to my eyes. If I ever doubted it before, I was now absolutely certain that we belonged together.

What we had was so much more than just chemistry. It was forever.