I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh. Her muscles tense. I kiss higher, taking my time, inhaling the scent of her skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I say. “Sitting across a bar from you tonight, watching you laugh with Harper, watchingyou cross your legs and tuck your hair behind your ear. I wanted to walk over and carry you out of that bar.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Because you looked happy. And making you happy is more important than anything I want.”
I lower my mouth to her pussy. Her whole body tightens, and she grabs the sheets with both fists. I use my tongue slowly, exploring her, teasing her. She's wet and warm, and she rolls her hips against my mouth in a rhythm that guides me exactly where she needs me.
“Logan, God.”
I slide a finger inside her. Then two. I curl them upward, and she cries out. Her thighs clamp around my head. I work my tongue and my fingers together, building her higher, listening to her breathing fracture into short, sharp gasps.
“I love hearing you moan,” I say against her. “I’m so tempted to stop and make you beg for it.”
“If you stop, I will kill you,” Jasmine warns.
I increase the pressure with my tongue and curl my fingers deeper. She pulls at my hair with one hand, and with the other, she grips the headboard.
She comes hard, her whole body shaking, my name ripping out of her mouth. I keep sucking and licking until the tremors ease and her grip in my hair loosens. She sinks back into the mattress with a shuddering breath.
I kiss my way back up her body. She grabs my face with both hands and pulls me into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue slides against mine.
“Off,” she says a minute later, tugging at my boxers. “Now.”
I push them down and kick them off.
She wraps her hand around my cock. “Condom.”
“Wallet. Back pocket.”
She reaches for my jeans on the floor, finds it and rolls it on. The feel of her hands on me makes my cock so hard, it’s painful.
I settle between her thighs. She opens for me, and I push inside her slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. Her lips part. Her hands grip my shoulders. I press deeper until I'm fully inside her, and we both go still.
“You feel like home,” I say.
Her eyes fill. She pulls me down and presses her mouth against my ear. “So do you.”
I start to move. Slow, deliberate strokes. I want her to feel every inch of me. I want her to know that this body, these hands, this mouth, belong to her.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper. Her nails dig into my back. I pick up the pace, shifting the angle until her breath catches and her eyes go wide.
“Right there,” she says. “Don't stop.”
“I'm not going anywhere.”
I hold the angle and drive into her with deep strokes. Her pussy tightens around me. Jasmine throws her head back against the pillow, and I press my lips to her pulse point. Her heart is racing under my lips.
“You are the best thing in my life. You have been since I was sixteen years old,” I say, overcome by emotion.
“Logan, I'm close.”
She opens her eyes, and we lock gazes. It’s a whole new level of intimacy to be moving inside her while she’s cupping my face. I’ve never seen Jasmine look more beautiful than she does tonight.
“I love you,” I say. “I love you, and I'm never letting you go again.”
With a cry, her body arches against mine, then her pussy walls clamp against my cock as an orgasm rips through her.
