Chapter 38 #3
“I want you, Alex,” Logan whispers, setting the pictures on my bedside table.
He places a hand on my cheek, and I lean into it.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed by those pictures of you as a kid. I like every version of you, and I’ll like every version of you to come.”
I nod, focusing on the warmth of his hand against my skin.
I shuffle on the bed, and his hand travels further up my leg, impossible to ignore now.
Desire builds in my body, and I kiss his palm, his large hand clenching softly on my thigh.
“I want you, too, Logan. Every Friday dinner and every day after that. Sunday mornings getting coffee. Tuesday nights taking my sister to swimming lessons. Saturday movie nights. I want it all. And I want it with you.”
I grab a fistful of his shirt and press my mouth to his before he has a chance to respond.
His mouth immediately opens in mine, with no time for pleasantries as our tongues meld together.
He moves me softly onto my back, his arms planted next to me as he leans down onto me, pressing his body into me.
He rubs his hand up my stomach and keeps the other one on my cheek.
His hands run across all of me, like his name is being etched into it. That whatever is mine is his, and I willingly let him.
Logan has full control over me now, and I’m unafraid to let him have it.
“Alex,” Logan whispers against my lips as he sucks on my tongue.
“Logan,” I whisper back, moving his head closer to mine, if it was even possible.
“Can I?” he asks, tugging at my shirt.
I nod and let him pull it off me, the warmth of his touch lingering even as he slips off his own shirt.
I marvel at him towering over me, and I move my fingers across his abs and the contours of his arms.
I need him on me. I want to feel every part of him, so I pull his arm and let him fall onto me, the warmth of his hard muscle completely enveloping me.
“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” Logan whispers as he runs his hands along my bare skin.
“You too,” I say, unable to come up with anything else, with all I can think of the heaviness of his muscle on me and his hardness pressing against my inner thigh.
I hastily take off my pants, the heat between us never leaving.
Logan does the same, and I can feel the completeness of him on me, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted nothing more than to escape into Logan and for him to do the same to me.
Logan’s hand presses against my chest where my heart hammers against my ribs, settling me in his presence. It’s just the two of us.
I put my hand up to his chest, too, feeling it rupture as his breathing quickens, too.
Something shifts within me as his hand travels further down hesitantly.
I take his wandering hand and let it travel past my navel and through my boxers.
My hands feather through his hair as a cry escapes my lips, and I arch my back as pleasure washes over me.
I let my hand wander down the grooves of his abs, tracing the coarse hair down his stomach and admiring every mole and freckle as I do, before taking him in my hand completely.
Logan lets out the same groan of pleasure out of him, and I let that sound and the look on Logan’s face rest in my mind. I want it to stay in my mind forever.
I’m set ablaze by Logan, and as he moans into my mouth, I think this moment will be as wondrous yet temporary as a firework.
We stroke each other gently, and we find the rhythms that tease the same sounds we want out of each other.
Logan is everything to me, and this is one of the remaining parts of myself I was willing to give to him. I’m giving him another part of me he could rip away from me or break if he chose to.
But I know he won’t. I know he’ll cherish it as our hands carry each other towards something deeper.
We both shudder, and soon enough, Logan collapses onto me. Not long after, I melt into him, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead as his breath falls heavy, warm, and sweet against my forehead.
He plants a kiss on it as I lie still, basking in the stillness after the moment we shared.
I wrap him in a hug, almost like a promise that he has to stay with me forever. That I want him to, even if he tried telling me he couldn’t.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper.
He plants a kiss on my temple. “I’m so lucky to have you,” Logan whispers.
The fiery blaze from earlier calms to an ember as Logan rubs his hand along my stomach, and I don’t want the spark to ever come to an end.
He crawls under my blanket, and he wraps his arms around me, putting a leg over me, and squeezes me.
“I hope that was okay?” he whispers in my ear.
I chuckle. “That was great. You’re a natural,” I whisper back.
Logan relaxes at this and grunts as he squeezes me tighter, making me feel even more enveloped by his entire body than before.
“I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here as long as you need me to,” Logan whispers.
“And I’ll need you forever,” I say back to him.
He nuzzles his chin into my neck, and I let the exhaustion overtake me. For the first time in a long while, I let myself fall asleep in his arms.