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She pauses, her eyes boring into mine, my cock still deep inside her. We stay like, silently staring at each other for I don’t know how long. Finally, she whispers, “No, I didn’t.”
And just like that, I know she feels it too.
I love her.
My lips connect with hers once more, this time in a slow, sensual kiss. I kiss her the way I should have before. The way I should have the first time I kissed her. I kiss Shiloh the way my future wife, the mother of my children, deserves to be kissed, with my whole fucking heart.
Shiloh shivers, and I pull away, realizing how cold it is. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“Home,” she sighs quietly.
I pull out, already loathing not having my cock inside her. She whimpers, clearly not happy about the loss either. A gush of our combined releases spills out with my dick, and the feeling does something to me. I’ve already realized I’m a possessive bastard with her, but the knowledge that my cum is inside her makes me feral.
“Are you on birth control?” I grunt, my fingers scooping my cum up and pushing it back inside her.
Shiloh moans, her pussy fluttering around my digits as I slowly finger fuck her, making sure all of my seed is exactly where it belongs. She glances over her shoulder, her lip between her teeth, and shakes her head. A heavy breath wooshes from my lungs.
Pulling my fingers free, I raise them to her mouth, painting her lips with our flavor. Her tongue darts out, wrapping around my fingers. She sucks them into her mouth, dutifully cleaning them.
“How do we taste?” I grunt, my eyes tracking the way her tongue works around me like she’s imagining it’s my cock.
She releases me with a pop and smirks. “Perfect.” Her smile fades as she pulls her panties and jeans up. I follow suit, tucking my cock away. Leaning over, I grab my coat and bundle it around her shaking shoulders. “Logan, we need to talk.”
My heart squeezes in my chest painfully. I nod. If she wants to talk, we’ll talk. “At home.”
Chapter Sixteen
It’sofficial.
I’m freaking out.
Correction. I’m freaking out because I’mnotfreaking out. Shouldn’t this be weird? Shouldn’t this all feel like too much, too soon? This should feel crazy. It probably is crazy, actually. To anyone else, to any normal, sane person—this would be absolute, mind-bogglingly-absurd.
But to me?
To me, it’s perfect. It’s kismet. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and so much more. He’s everything I ever imagined for my future, and it’s not just because he so clearly wants to get me pregnant—something we definitely need to talk about,but because he wants to build the same kind of life I want.
Logan wraps his hand around mine, silently pulling me from my spiral or lack thereof. He leads me upstairs, and when we reach the loft, he turns left instead of right. My heart pounds in my chest. My hand twitches in his, almost like it’s trying to sweat but can’t in his presence. Thank God, too, because that would be embarrassing as hell.
We reach the threshold of his room. The room he said I couldn’t enter unless I was sure. Unless I knew what I wanted. He’d said once I entered his bedroom; I wouldn’t be leaving.
I’d—I’d be his….
Logan stops. He doesn’t turn to face me. He doesn’t speak. He just stops.
We stand there, on the precipice of our futures. It feels as if time stands still while he waits for me to make my decision. Am I in or am I out?
His hand flexes on mine. He’s nervous. Our combined palms are sweaty now. I squeeze my free hand into a fist. My fingers trail across my palm. It’s dry. My heart slams to a stop. He’s not nervous—he’sterrified.
Logan thinks I won’t choose him. Silly boy. He should have realized it was never a choice at all. It’s been him from the moment our eyes met.
This is stupid. I know what I want, and hesitating isn’t lessening that want…it’s only making it more intense, more visceral. We’ve got things to discuss, conversations need to be had, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but Logan and me.
I take a step forward. Then another. Then another. Three steps. That’s all it takes to solidify my future. I pull his hand as we cross the barrier together.
Together.That’s how it should always be.
No sooner have I stepped through the doorway, than am I in his arms. He picks me up like I weigh nothing. One arm beneath my thighs, one under my back. My arms wrap around his neck as I meet his eyes. The green is bright and shiny, even under the dim light. It takes me a second to realize they’ve glossed over with unshed tears. My stomach gives a squeeze as gratitude andlovefor this man fills me.
