He dropped the condom onto the bed and stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “I love you.”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she gave him a tremulous smile. “Then love me. Just like this.” And she fit him against her snug, sweet entrance.
Sliding into Tori, feeling her tight, hot pussy stretch around his bare cock, was the single greatest feeling Logan could ever remember. Everything that followed was on the same incredible level. Her barely-there cry as he pressed her open. The way she clutched at him as he eased back, then pumped his hips into her again. When he bottomed out on the third thrust and she groaned before begging him to do that again.
He did, over and over again. He took his time, too. They shouldn’t be in any hurry. He hitched her thigh up on one side and buried his face in her neck as he figured out where her sweet spots were, then rose up above her and moved against them faster, harder, until she was fucking him from below, an equal player in their pleasure. They were both so hungry for release, but the pursuit of it was so fucking amazing he didn’t want to speed through it.
But that tug, deep inside, couldn’t be ignored. The way his balls pulled tight and her channel squeezed around him. Only the promise that they’d do this, again and again, allowed him to let himself go. When she wrapped her arms around his next and pulled him down to her, he gave into the urge to press her into the bed. Hard, rough, possessive. He wanted to be in her and on her like nobody else ever had. Wanted to imprint himself on her skin. He kissed her with each thrust, needing her breath on him as she tumbled into the abyss.
“You close?” he asked hoarsely. He knew she was. He could feel her tugging on him, coaxing his own orgasm like a dirty siren call.
“Mmm,” she breathed. “Come with me. Come in me, Logan.”
He slid his fingers through hers and pinned her hand against the bed as he sped up, chasing her so they could get there at the same time. His rhythm faltered as she cried out, his hips jerking wildly as a fresh, hot slick of her arousal coated his dick. The corners of his vision darkened and his thoughts were reduced to single words.
Heaven. Fuck. God. Yes. Hot. Tight. Tori. Love.
With a hard, pulsing spurt, then another and another, he came inside her. Her legs wrapped weakly around his hips, holding inside her, and he blindly found her mouth so he could kiss her all over again.
“Wow,” he breathed. “That was…”
“Yeah.” Her lips clung to his even as she nodded. “For me, too.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that, Tor.”
Another nod, this one rougher, and he lifted his head enough so he could focus on her face. Her eyes were bright. She gave him a little smile. “Same.”
His heart slammed against his ribs like it wanted—needed—to be let free, to hold her and love her forever.
It wasn’t like that was new information.
But for the first time in his life, Logan didn’t have to keep it a secret.
Fourteen
“Babe…”
Tori shook her head. Nope. She wasn’t waking up. If she woke up, then she’d have to admit they were back in Atlanta, and it would be time to take Logan to the airport. She wasn’t ready for that. “Sleeping.”
“No you’re not.” He laughed against her bare belly, which just made her ache between her legs. Which is where he was headed, the evil, wonderful man. “Come on. I’ll give you a nice little orgasm before we have to head out.”
She blinked her eyes open and slowly propped herself up on her elbows as he peeled back the sheet. They’d tumbled into her bed naked after a quick shower and fallen fast asleep instead of making love.
Of course, the last five days in Miralinda had kind of worn them out. And their flight hadn’t landed until midnight.
But she’d wanted to have one last time with him before he had to head back to Coronado. “I want you inside me,” she whispered as he kissed the crease between her torso and her thigh.
“Then you’d better come quickly on my tongue.”
She did, and then he pulled her on top of him and let her ride while he stroked her breasts and gazed up at her like a man in love. Which he was—he didn’t hide that. And as overwhelming as it was to know how strongly he felt, it never felt like too much. How could it when he was still her best friend, and now her lover as well? And she meant lover in every way, although she hadn’t yet made the same confession of love in the same way. It felt weird and wrong to leap into making that kind of promise to Logan when a week earlier she’d been ready to marry someone else.
What a terrifying disaster that would have been. And after their week together, she had no doubt that she’d not only dodged a bullet, but found a true hero and partner in her best friend at the same time.