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“And… and…”
Oh, for the love. I can’t form a single other word when he starts pistoning his finger in and out.
He tucks his face into the hollow groove of my shoulder. “Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”
I think I ask, what are you doing to me? But it’s hard to tell when my vision’s tunneling and the buzz in my blood is whirring in my ears.
“Lift your hips for me,” he whispers, and maybe I’m imagining the unabashed awe in his voice. Maybe I’m imagining his desperation for me to reach whatever’s on the other side of this giant mountain I’m never able to peak. “There you go. Let your thoughts stop spinning and ease into it.”
I wonder what he senses about my body that’s giving him clues. I’m a writhing mess, so that’s probably a start, but all I know is whatever is about to happen is going to be amazing, addicting, and we haven’t even had sex yet.
I jolt forward, raking my fingers down his back and shouting into his neck when his thumb swipes over my clit. Once, twice, three times, and then I’m begging for him to stay. “Don’t stop doing that. It’s amazing—no, it feels too good. Switch to circles.”
He rubs in broad, circular motions, and after another minute, stars explode behind my eyes, rapidly followed by thousands of pinpricks lighting my core on fire. I’m terrified and thrilled all at once, rubbing and bucking against his hand as I chase that sensation with everything I’ve got.
It’s only when I fall back onto the pillows, heart slapping against my sternum, that Logan’s shocked expression registers. His brows are slammed in a perplexed frown as he glances from my face to the fingers still resting inside me.
“What?” I breathe. “Was that not supposed to happen?”
“I…” Fascinated, he swipes his thumb back over my too-sensitive nerves. I jerk again, but this time the sensation really is too good. Almost painful, but not quite.
A proud smirk highlights the wonder in his gaze as he circles around it, exploring the spot.
“Will you quit that?” I squirm, laughing at his blatant curiosity. “Whatever you did, it isn’t ready again.”
But I’ll admit, I’ll be heartbroken if this sensitivity means he broke it.
He kisses me deeply, excitedly, while nestling himself between my legs. “We’re definitely exploring that later.”
The same fervor from before blazes anew when I reach between our bodies to unfasten his jeans. “I can say with confidence that my doctor has never done that to me before.”
“Good,” he says, hissing softly when my palm wraps around his length. “I’d be jealous.”
It’s my turn to admire him and all the things that make him beautiful. Like how, despite how hard he is, his skin is unbelievably soft. I explore him, marveling at the length as well as the girth—proportionate, yet not overly intimidating.
His boxers are damp with a silky liquid I find coating his tip.
“Lubricant,” he says by way of explanation, gently bucking his pelvis back and forth in my palm.
Logan shuts his eyes while my free hand flattens over his cheek, and knowing I’ve reduced him to the same trembling, needy state makes me feel sexy and desired.
He kisses the inside of my wrist, and I sit up on my elbows when he pulls away from me and stands.
“I want to make something clear before we do this.” His shoes are the first to go before he unzips his jeans and slides them to the ground. I watch his thumbs slip inside the waistband of his boxers with a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I don’t want to share you, Penelope. And don’t think I don’t know how fucked up that is when we’ve only got the rest of the summer together. Especially when I know that I can’t escape what’s been planned for me.”
My heart aches and still, my breath hitches when he removes the last stitch of clothing hiding him from my gaze. His body flexes for me, preening beneath my heady perusal.
Scars and all, he’s the epitome of masculine beauty.
He rips open a new condom before rolling it down his shaft. “You’re going to be brilliant at Stanford because you’re smart as hell, and everyone who meets you adores you.”
Warmth encompasses me when he cages me in the security of his body. My soul sighing, Home, this is home, is nearly louder than the sound of my heart cracking down the middle. He slicks himself in the pooling liquid, waiting for him at my core while I cling to his words the same way he’s clinging to me.
“I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment we met. That’s such an intense word, right? Obsessed. But you were like a gift from the sun, wearing that adorable orange sundress with the little yellow flowers, and whether I was ready or not, you claimed me.”
A tear streaks down my cheek, and he kisses it before roving his lips over mine. “You’re always looking at me like you want to save me, and goddammit, Penelope… Right now, I want you to.”
I pull him to me, my kisses desperate while he brushes my temple sweetly.
