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Gabby switched the light on and waited a moment for her vision to adjust. She picked up Mouse, ignoring her mewl of complaint, and carried her into the hall. Thelma jumped off the bed and followed. Gabby beelined for the kitchen, where she got the pet treats from the pantry. The sound of crinkling bags brought the other animals running and she dispensed enough treats to keep them occupied, then hurried to the bathroom to spritz with perfume and make sure everything was clean and tidy before darting back to the bedroom.
She yanked off the ragged, overlarge t-shirt she’d been sleeping in and sifted through her clothes until she found a black silk nighty. She held it up to herself, wondering if it would still fit. The bottom was loose and flowy, but the lace bra might be too tight. She pulled it over her head and discovered, to her satisfaction, that it was tight in the best possible way. Her breasts spilled over the delicate lace neckline, making it look like she had a spectacular cleavage when she’d only ever had average-sized boobs.
“Oh, yeah.” She grinned. “He’s going to lose his mind.”
Her gaze sunk lower, to the swell of her stomach, and she grimaced. So far, he hadn’t seemed put off by her belly, and hopefully he’d be too distracted by her breasts to notice her chunkier midsection.
By the time the car crunched up the drive, she smelled good, looked as nice as she could, and was ready to feel Logan’s hands on her body. She sent him a quick message.
Gabby:Sneak in the back door. The animals are distracted with food out the front.
Her insides fluttered happily as the car door slammed and she heard him come around the side of the house. She tried not to pay too much attention to those flutters. If she did, she might freak out, and she’d rather just enjoy being with her man. A floorboard in the hall creaked and then her door swung open and Logan slipped inside.
His sea-glass eyes twinkled in the dim light cast by the lamp on the nightstand as he looked her up and down. He whistled low. “Look at you.”
Something bumped against the door and there was a scuffle.
“Be quiet,” Gabby hissed. “They heard you.”
His grin widened. “I don’t care. They can’t get in here, and they can’t see us. You’re all mine.” He prowled toward her, his eyes darkening with intent. “Have you been lying here like this, unable to sleep because you need me?”
She shivered. God, his words were potent. “Yes.”
Okay, so maybe not quite like this, but she’d let him think she’d gone to bed in a pretty nighty rather than a ratty t-shirt.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, curved a hand behind her neck, and took her mouth. The kiss was raw and powerful, with an edge. As if he needed the release as much as she did. He climbed over her and cupped her breasts, then held her gaze while he removed her nighty and lathed her nipples with his tongue. Heat rushed to her sex, and she squeezed her legs together to ease the sensation. She eased a finger in and stroked. Her flesh was already damp and slippery. It had been all evening. Her clit felt swollen and overly sensitive. When she brushed it, she gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and demanded more with his tongue and fingers.
Gabby shuffled sideways on the bed, giving him space to lie beside her, never breaking the kiss. She fumbled with his zipper, mentally high-fiving herself when it gave way. She shoved at the waistband of his jeans, and he lifted his ass enough for her to get them halfway down his thighs. His briefs followed.
“I want to ride you,” she said.
“Hell, yes.”
He propped his hands behind his head and smirked, clearly expecting her to do all the work. She narrowed her eyes. He wouldn’t look so relaxed in a few minutes. She’d set her mind to it. She straddled his hips and settled her slick sex over his erection. She paused astride him, gazing into his eyes. His pupils were blown, and he gripped her hips so tightly, she wondered if he’d leave marks.
Slowly, holding his gaze, she worked her hips, dragging herself along his length from root to tip. His fingers tightened even more on her hips and his jaw slackened. She repeated the motion. Back and forth, the friction eased by her arousal and his precum.
“Fuck, Gabby,” he muttered. “Are you trying to torture me?”
A minx-like smile stole across her lips. “Am I succeeding?”
“No.” He rolled his hips, encouraging her to go faster. “Torture would be if you put me inside you and let me feel how incredibly tight and hot you are.”
“You mean like this?” She lifted herself off him for long enough to position his cock beneath her, then took it inside her bit by bit until she was fully seated on him. She felt completely filled by him, and she loved it.
“Just like that, baby,” he agreed. “Pure torture.”
She rose up and dropped down, crying out at the exquisite glide of his hard shaft against her channel. She brushed a finger over her clit and bit her lower lip. It was too much. Too good. Or at least, that’s what she thought until Logan sat up and wrapped his arms around her lower back, getting even deeper and taking over control of their position. He thrust up into her, and she captured his lips mindlessly, her ability to tease long gone. He stole her breath, made it impossible for her to think, and the tender scrape of his facial hair up her neck as he kissed and nipped the sensitive skin filled her heart to bursting. When he kissed her so sweetly, it felt as if he cared. It felt like making love rather than having sex.
She allowed her head to drop back and he took her from below as thoroughly as if he’d pinned her to the mattress and taken full control. When he bumped her clit just the right way, pleasure tore through her and she clutched his shoulders as she rode out the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. He shouted her name and buried his face in her hair, his muscles clenching as he emptied inside her.
Gabby slid off him and collapsed onto the bed, grinning like an idiot. “I’ll certainly be able to sleep now.”
Logan chuckled, the sound husky. “Glad to help.”
He grabbed his t-shirt and used it to clean them up, then lay beside her and patted his chest, indicating she should rest her head on it. She snuggled close and shut her eyes, wallowing in the afterglow. Soft lips brushed her forehead and she smiled, tenderness surging through her. The day she’d gotten pregnant with Logan, she really had gotten lucky. This was everything she wanted.
She kissed his chest and tucked herself under his chin. “How did the new bartender go?”
