Chapter thirty-eight Tessa
Chapter thirty-eight
Tessa
My entire body feels light, like I’m dancing on clouds as Logan spins me across the dance floor, stumbling feet and all.
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s had to steady me over the past couple of hours, but the easy laughter that escapes him each time and the way his forest eyes haven’t left mine tell me he doesn’t mind.
The band that Liv and Tilly hired for the night left a little bit ago, but a playlist full of country and upbeat pop songs has kept the vibe going.
This evening has been perfect. It can be so easy to forget what it feels like to just be myself when I'm not having to pour all of my energy into being a mom as well. I love my son more than anything else in this world, but that doesn't mean I don't look forward to nights like this with Logan.
The mood of the room shifts when a slower song begins.
Several people take advantage of the change of pace and head to the bar for another round of drinks.
Logan pulls me in close until I’m pressed against his chest, not an inch of space between us.
His intoxicating cologne washes over me as I melt into him.
His scent is deep and powerful, full of wood smoke and burning pines, and it relaxes me instantly.
“As much fun as tonight has been, I’m ready to take you home.
” The rumble of his voice sends a delicious shiver skittering down my spine.
Home.
God, I love the way he says the word with a weight behind it.
I used to think of home as a physical place, somewhere to rest your head at night, but it’s so much more than that.
Home can also be a feeling or a person. Someone who makes you feel safe and seen, who accepts you as you are without judgment.
Logan has never once made me feel like I need to change or conceal any part of myself, even the scars left behind by loss.
He’s gentle and quiet and understanding in a way most men aren’t.
He knows there’s a piece of my heart that will always belong to the husband I lost, even when I’ve closed the door on my past. And he has been incredible with Jake, which means more than I can explain.
Taking a step back, I slip my hand into his and entwine our fingers, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Then let’s go home.”
“God, you drive me fucking insane, Tess,” Logan growls, trailing heated kisses over my skin, starting at my ankle and slowly working his way up my leg as he licks and nips at the tender flesh of my thigh. Goosebumps pepper my skin as a soft gasp escapes me, my back arching in anticipation.
When we got home, the first thing I did was take a hot shower, wash off all of my makeup, and change into a new set of pajamas that I bought with him in mind.
It’s sexier than anything I’ve worn in a long time, but I wanted to surprise him.
The top is a black, deep V-neck with thin straps, the hem barely skimming the top of the cheeky satin shorts.
We have the house to ourselves, and I don’t plan on wasting a single moment.
I could have skipped clothing altogether, but I wanted to see his face when he stepped out of the shower and found me lying in bed, waiting for him.
The towel wrapped around his trim waist was immediately dropped to the floor as a devilish smirk crawled its way across his face.
“No more talking,” I rasp, carding my fingers through his damp hair as I drag him toward me, his muscular body settling between my thighs. His cock is hard and throbbing against my satin-covered center, and he groans as he grinds himself against me.
He chuckles and buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing along my throat before brushing the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear. “So fucking needy, baby. I can feel how wet your cunt is through these little shorts.”
I moan, rolling my hips against him. The black satin lingerie was meant to tease him, and instead, all it’s doing is getting in the way.
As though he can sense my growing desperation for him, Logan’s touch drags along my thigh, hiking my leg around his naked hips as his fingers slide beneath the delicate fabric, only to find my pussy bare and waiting for him.
He makes a tsk, tsk, tsk sound with his tongue as he swipes his fingertips through my slit, gathering my arousal. “Fucking soaked,” he rasps.
“Lo, please,” I whimper, tightening my grip on his hair. “Stop teasing.”
A growl rips from his throat as he shoves my top up and exposes my soft stomach, pressing kiss after kiss to my skin as his touch remains feather soft between my legs.
The pads of his fingers find my clit, rolling over the swollen bud, and I gasp.
This is the first time we haven’t needed to be quiet.
As much as I love the way he takes control and covers my mouth to muffle my sounds, the ability to finally be free is intoxicating.
His touch moves lower, fingertips working in slow, deliberate circles around my entrance.
I moan, rolling my hips to chase the sensation.
“Ple—” The word dies in my throat as he thrusts two fingers into me, curling them to press against the spot that has electricity dancing in my veins.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “Be a good girl and let me give you what you need, darlin’. What we both need.”
There isn’t a single part of me that wants to argue or fight against what he’s offering.
My need for him is too strong. Too visceral.
Everything between us, everything we’ve done, has been perfect.
We’ve taken the time to truly learn and memorize each other’s bodies.
I know how to work his cock until he’s leaking pre-cum and throbbing with need, and he knows how to drag every ounce of pleasure possible from my body until my pussy gushes and I blissfully black out.
But tonight, knowing he loves me just as I love him, I don’t want to go slow.
I don’t need him to whisper words of praise and reassurance as he makes love to me.
I need him to fuck me.
Shifting back on his knees, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his mouth.
Dark gaze holding mine, he pushes them over his tongue, licking them clean.
His cock is hard and heavy, the tip a ruddy red, and more pre-cum pools at his slit as he tastes me on his fingers, sealing his lips around them.
Holy fuck.
Pushing myself up, I shift onto my knees and grab the hem of my top, quickly pulling it off over my head and throwing it to the floor.
Green eyes drop to my full, exposed breasts, and my nipples harden into stiff peaks under his heated gaze.
Reaching for him, I curl my fingers around the base of his dick, giving his length a firm stroke as I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine.
The tip of his tongue flicks across my lower lip before I take his between my teeth, biting gently, and he groans.
Rubbing my thumb across the broad crown of his cock, I spread the pre-cum over his tip, teasing his slit.
He growls, and with his hands on my waist, shoves me until I fall flat on my back on the mattress.
My hair fans out around me as his fingers curl in the waistband of my satin shorts, yanking them off of my legs.
The dominance radiating from him has a fresh wave of heat flooding my core.
Sliding a hand to the apex of my thighs, my fingers roll over my clit in slow circles, desperate for some kind of relief.
Logan’s gaze tracks every movement as he strokes his cock with one hand, while the other joins mine, his fingers thrusting into me and curling, applying pressure. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby. I could come just watching you,” he says, his voice rough like gravel.
My pulse thrums with each quickened breath as I watch him stroke himself. I spread my legs farther apart, silently begging him to close the slight distance between us and finally take me the way we’re both desperate for him to.
“Need something, baby?” He quirks a brow, slowly pulling his fingers back and then thrusting them forward in a torturous repetition.
“Just you,” I breathe. “I want to feel you, Lo. Only you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, chin dipping to his chest for a moment as his chest heaves with bated breaths.
When he lifts his head and his gaze meets mine, his eyes are darker, pupils blown wide and almost completely concealing his green irises.
“I’m gonna need you to be perfectly clear with me, baby.
Are you saying what I think you are? You wanna feel my cock in this wet pussy of yours with nothing between us?
” The look on his face is one of heated desperation, like he wants this just as much as I do.
Maybe even more.
It’s been years since I’ve been on any kind of birth control.
I haven’t needed it, and up until now, we’ve been using condoms. But after discussing it recently, I made an appointment and got a new prescription, wanting to be prepared for this moment.
I’ve wanted to feel him inside of me for a while, but the timing never felt right.
Now, I know he loves me, and he’s going to be moving in.
We’re beginning to build a life together.
I want to do this with him, to give myself to him in every way possible.
“Yes.” My tongue darts out to wet my lower lip, teeth scraping over it as I nod. “I just want to feel you.”
Logan’s arms bracket my sides as he falls over me.
His cock slides along my center, the crown slick and teasing against my clit.
I grasp the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
Our tongues dance as he reaches between us, wrapping a hand around his erection as he guides himself to my entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks.
My pussy pulses with the need to feel him, to be filled by him. Nodding as my breath catches in my throat, I reach up to card my fingers through his light brown hair. “I’m sure.”
His tip presses teasingly against me, just barely dipping inside before he pulls his hips back with a hiss. “I love you.” His breath is ragged as he holds himself steady.
The sweet words are a balm on my soul, and they soothe every ache and scar I’ve ever endured.
“I love you,” I say softly, running a hand down the smooth skin of his back.
He lets loose a heated breath as his forehead drops to mine, his lips grazing mine as he says, “But I’m not gonna fuck you like I love you, baby. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, okay?”
My eyes search his, and I watch as a smirk curves at the corner of his mouth.
Notching the tip of his cock at my entrance, he braces a hand beside my head while the other trails slowly up my arm until he reaches where my fingers are threaded through his hair.
Logan takes my hand in his, presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my wrist. And then suddenly my hand is being pinned above my head as he thrusts into me.
The moan that falls from my lips is damn near pornographic as my eyes roll back.
He feels bigger like this. Thicker. I swear I can feel the defined ridge of the head of his cock and every bulging vein that runs the length of him.
“Okay?” he asks breathlessly, checking in with me. His jaw clenches as his eyes travel down the length of my body, and I squirm beneath the heat of his gaze. The way he looks at me, with so much desire and appreciation, is almost too much to handle.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, rolling my hips against his impatiently. I’m desperate for him, for more of the rough bliss he’s offering.