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“How about, no fucking way?” We moan collectively when I grind harder, squeezing his cock between our bodies, needing more of those noises, saturated with pleasure. “Or maybe, you’re out of your mind if you think I actually like this.”
“You can’t know how much I’ve craved this,” he murmurs with one hand grasping my hip while the other winds through my hair, tipping my head back.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He licks my pulse, fluttering like mad above my throat.
“Craved what?” I breathe.
“Your chaos.”
His lips are satiny soft when his mouth finally captures mine, and we clutch each other as if fearful that none of this is really happening. That we’ve somehow met inside a sleepy dreamscape, and neither of us knows when the other will wake.
Logan utters faint, strangled noises between kisses, stuttering my rapidly beating heart. His whole body trembles with need and desire driven by twelve years of mourning each other, twelve years of unanswered wishes, twelve years of should’ve, could’ve, would’ves—and we’re desperate, absolutely starved, as we tear at our clothing in a heated flurry.
The threads in his shirt pop when I tug it over his head, and my dress is next to go, separating our mouths for half of a second before he’s on me again. He claws at the clasp at my back, fingertips scraping my skin as he scrambles to free my breasts.
Without pause, he tosses my bra onto the bench seat across from us before replacing it with his hands. I arch into his warm, kneading palms while fumbling with the top of his shorts.
“Off,” I rasp, yanking at the button. “I want them off right now.”
“Not yet.” The groan he releases when he lashes one nipple with his hot tongue rivals mine, vibrating across my skin toward the base of my spine. He pulls it between his lips, rolling and sucking before whispering, “Let me play.”
The scruff on his cheeks scratches the sensitive skin between my breasts as he nuzzles, bites, and licks.
“Logan,” I whine. “Please. Haven’t we waited long enough?”
I’m given a salacious grin that pebbles my nipples harder, making them even more sensitive. “You want me to make you come, is that it?”
“Yes. I want to feel you inside me, so badly.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?” he purrs before sinking his teeth into the sensitive underside of my breast. “Look at you… Shaking with the need for me to fuck you.”
I hiss at the pain mixed with pleasure, writhing in his lap, out of my mind with desire.
Several hot licks soothe the sting away before he presses a kiss to the throbbing area. “I’m going to give you what you want, sunshine, but I’m not fucking you in the back of a car.”
Disappointment washes over me, but my need for him is as relentless as the officers we left at the market. I continue grinding my soaking wet panties against his lap. “Don’t be a gentleman on my account.”
With two hands braced around my waist, he stills me. “What you’re offering, believe me, I want it.” His gaze is stormy when he looks up at me. “But I want all of you more. Every scar on your body and mark on your heart. I want all the good you have to give, but I especially want the ugly.”
I swallow, confused by the surplus of emotion battling the raging lust he’s coaxed within me.
“I’m not shielding my feelings from you, Pen. They’re out there, battered and bruised, but they’re not hidden.” I shake my head as he presses feather-light kisses down the curve of my neck. “You’re holding back from me, and I won’t have you fully until I have all of you.”
The last strip of barbed wire around my heart refuses to budge. There’s too much at stake for what he’s asking. How can I trust that he’ll put me first? How can I trust that, if and when things go sideways, he won’t jump ship?
Kissing back up to my jaw, he says, “So, you’ll settle for my fingers buried inside you as you come. I’ll capture my name, shouted from your lips, and then, we’re going to make good on my promise to replace the food you lost for the home.”
Though I’m thankful for his generosity, I whimper a pathetic, “Not fair.”
It’s not fair that he’s asking for the impossible or that he’s making the kids a priority—and in turn, stealing my heart from where it’s steadily racing for him.
Logan’s fingers creep toward the seam of my panties, and I rub against his palm in search of relief when he cups me.
“If that makes me a greedy bastard, then so be it. But those are the terms.” Anticipation builds as he deftly yanks my panties to the side. “And when you accept them, I’m going to take my time unraveling you.”
Gently, delicately, he kisses my forehead while the tips of two fingers circle my clit. His tender touches are such a stark comparison to the decadent filth tumbling from his lips. It’s foreign, and sexy, and everything I didn’t know I wanted—but fuck me, do I want it.
