The friction started within me again.
We locked gazes as he moved inside of me, and I was overwhelmed by the connection between us, by the love. It spurred my arousal on like nothing else could, and before I knew it I was coming again.
Logan kept pumping into me, chasing his own climax, the tension straining his muscles as he fought to hold it off as long as possible. When he pressed a thumb to my clit, I realized why.
He wanted me to come again.
In the privacy of my bedroom, Logan MacLeod whispered all the dirty things he was going to do to me in explicit deal. Just as he demanded I come once more, my inner muscles tightened around his cock and his lips parted, his hips stilled, and with a deep groan that sent satisfaction rumbling through me, he shuddered as we reached climax together.
CHAPTER 29
Eight months later
T
he sound of banging slowly seeped into my ears, jerking me out of my warm, wonderful sleep. I kept my eyes shut, refusing to be completely pulled out of it.
“Dad! Grace!”
The heavy arm around my waist shifted, and a groan rumbled right near my ear.
“Dad!”
“Maia?” Logan said sleepily into my ear, sounding confused.
“Door,” I mumbled.
“Wake up! It’s the wedding today!” She ended that on a giggle.
“Fuck.” The arm started to disappear from my waist, and I fumbled to catch it.
I pulled his body back in to mine, my back against his front. “No.”
I heard his throaty chuckle. “Babe, we need to get up.”
“Wake up!”
“We’re up, Maia,” Logan called back.
“I’ve got coffee for you. Are you decent?”
He leaned down to brush my hair from my face and whisper in my ear, “Are we decent?”
“I am. You’re definitely not,” I mumbled, still refusing to open my eyes.
“In ten seconds I’m coming in!”
“Damn.” I opened my eyes, squinting against the light. “I feel like I’ve had three hours of sleep.”
“That’s because you have.”
I turned and sat up, watching as Logan got out of bed and quickly shimmied into a pair of jeans. He threw a T-shirt at me.
Oh, yeah, I was naked.
I started to pull it on when I noticed his tie still wrapped around my wrist. “Shit.” I tugged at it frantically, not wanting Maia to see it.
Logan laughed and sat back on the bed, pushing my hands away. “Give us just a few more seconds, Maia,” he called out to her.
“Ugh,” she said. “That told me more than I needed to know.”
“Get it off,” I whispered, as he struggled to untie the knot.
He was shaking with laughter. “Where’s the other one?”
I lifted my wrist and frowned. “You must have taken it off.” I glanced warily at the bedroom door. “I thought Maia was staying with Shannon last night?” Just the thought of her hearing what we got up to in this bedroom made me blush in mortification from head to toe. A few months ago I’d given up my flat to move into Logan’s, and we’d been very creative about sex ever since, finding time to have amazing, very loud sex whenever Maia wasn’t home. The times she was home were the times Logan loved to watch me bite my lip to keep the cries of pleasure inside.
“She was,” he assured me as he untied the tie.
As soon as he did that, I whipped on the T-shirt.
“I’m coming in before the coffee gets cold.”
“Come in,” Logan said once I was covered and the tie was hidden.
Maia pushed open the door and stepped in carrying two mugs of coffee. My lips parted at the sight of her. She was already dressed in her bridesmaid outfit.
“You look beautiful,” I said.
She grinned, handing me my coffee. “Now, don’t go getting all watery on me, Grace.”
“She’s right.” Her dad leaned up to press a kiss to her cheek as he took his coffee. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”
She blushed and smoothed her now-free hands down the pale pink dress. It was so subtle a pink it was almost oyster. It had little cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and a slight swing in the skirt. The skirt hit her knees, so you could see the beautiful oyster-pink platform peep toes she was wearing. Her hair had been styled into this elaborate updo with coils and curls pinned in place with little pearls and diamantés.
“You look so grown-up.”
Maia smiled shyly at me. “Do you think Charlie will like it?”
Her father growled at the mention of the boy who had been seeing Maia for eight months now. I didn’t know what he was so concerned about. Charlie was the opposite of a bad boy if ever I had met one.
“I’m sure he will. What are you doing here? Clearly you’ve been at Shannon’s.” I gestured to her.
“Aye, the hairstylist and makeup artist did my hair and makeup first, so I thought I’d grab a cab and come back home to make sure you two were up. Thankfully I did, or you’d still be sleeping.”