I position him, lift my hips, then sink down slowly, and the stretch pulls the air right out of me—that deep, full ache—and I have to stop, forehead dropping against his chest to breathe through how big he is. When I rock my hips, the friction is almost unbearable.
His fingers dig into my hips, so I sink deeper, then lift. Up and down. In and out. Slow. Deliberate. That torturous push andpull, wringing every sensation, until my thighs are shaking, and I can’t think, and I can’t slow down or stop.
Until neither of us can.
Logan holds me tight as he bucks up into me, hard. I open my knees wider, taking more of him, and the sound that leaves my mouth is an embarrassing, desperate grunt.
The manfucks. It’s fast and hungry. There’s nothing delicate about it.
I dig my nails down his chest, and he grunts and drives up harder, punishing, and I match his pace because I can’t help it, because my whole body is a wild, live wire. I grip his shoulders and hold on. He shifts his weight and rolls me under him, one of my legs hooking high at his back, and the angle changes everything—deeper, stealing my breath with every thrust.
Then those surgeon’s fingers find my clit, and he doesn’t fumble or hesitate, just presses and moves in tight circles. I squeeze until my walls start spasming, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Nothing has ever felt like this. White spots explode across my vision, and I clench and cant my hips, and he fucks me right through the orgasm, drawing it out until I can feel it in my teeth, my fingertips, the soles of my feet.
My whole body is shaking when his hips fall out of rhythm, and then he’s groaning, low and guttural, and he pulls out, hand whipping his cock in fast, furious jerks as he comes on my stomach in hot, shuddering pulses.
I barely catch my breath before his fingers find my clit again, flat and relentless, and a second orgasm tears through me, fast and messy. Finally, I grip his wrist, and he slows.
Panting, he drops his head to my chest.
I can’t speak. I can’t think. I just lie there, wrecked, staring at the ceiling.
I should have known. I should haveknownLogan would ruin me.
Goddamn.
I drag my fingers through his hair, at his nape, and he shivers when I touch him, and somehow that feels almost as good as everything else he just gave me.
My breath returns to a steady rhythm. I wait for him to roll away, to put the distance back between us. Instead, his forehead lifts off my sternum, and he kisses my breasts. Right, then left, then drawing my nipple between his lips. It feels good, but there’s something almost reverent in the way he does it.
He kisses my chest again, then exhales long and heavy. Without a word, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water run, and he returns a minute later with a towel, still damp from my shower. He washes his cum off my belly, then wipes between my thighs, gentle and unhurried.
After, he climbs back into bed. I’m still lost, never having done this before. Slept with someone I had so much chemistry with—but also, so much baggage. Contention. Who makes me feel like the ground is tilting.
Logan tucks an arm beneath me, drags me across the mattress, and holds me against his chest. Big spoon, little spoon.
He kisses my temple.
“Long day tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
Within minutes, his breathing evens out.
I lie there in the dark, running through a million questions, and keep coming back to the same answer. I close my eyes.
Even if this is all it ever is—it was worth it.
Chapter 11: Logan
I’m thirty-two years old, I’ve been working since I was practically a kid. Fastest tracked CT surgeon in my hospital’s history—yes, my father’s name opened doors, but I was the one who did the work, studied until my eyes bled, outworked every last person in my class. I know where I’m headed.
So it’s saying something that when I woke up this morning, work was the last thing on my mind. Not emails, not cases or patients, or classes, not even the storm rattling the windows.
It was Rose.
The perfect weight of her in my arms. The warmth of her naked skin against mine. Her fucking curves which I cannot get enough of. I can’t stop touching, squeezing,needing.
The second thing I thought was how much I wanted to fuck her again.
