Chapter 23
LOGAN
Thank fuck.
I scoop my arms around her, palming her soft denim-clad ass as I lift her in my arms. The relief of finally—finally—having her in my embrace again after days of uncertainty nearly knocks me sideways.
“I can do that,” I murmur against her hair, breathing in the scent of her.
I’ll give her the world if she lets me.
I pivot without setting her down, my hands flexing against her bare thighs because I can’t help myself. She’s so warm, so perfect, and I want to memorize the feel of her. She clings to me as I carry her down the hall to her bedroom.
“Be careful,” she whispers as I bump into the doorframe.
“Please. I lift guys bigger than you and slam them into the boards for a living.”
I set her down gently on the edge of the mattress, then sink to my knees in front of her like I did in Vegas. The parallel isn’t lost on me—me on my knees, looking up at the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, hoping like hell she’ll give me a chance.
I press my open mouth to her bare thigh, holding her gaze. Her eyelids immediately flutter half-shut, and her hands reach for me, cupping my face. I lean into her touch, feeling the warmth of her palm against my cheek for a moment before I twist and kiss the inside of her wrist.
Her pulse hammers against my lips.
It’s a relief to know she’s as affected as I am.
I trail my lips up her forearm, taking my time, making each press of my mouth deliberate as I push up and curve over her. By the time I reach her shoulder, she’s trembling, and satisfaction surges through me.
“Can I take your clothes off, Frankie?”
She nods jerkily.
“Can you use your words?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’ve missed being naked with my wife.”
She shudders.
I hitch her hips up in my hands, lifting her so I can grind my aching cock against the warm vee between her thighs. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am at the thought of being naked between your legs, licking your hot little pussy again?”
“You feel so good.”
“Do you know that I want you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re wanted, Francesca. So much.”
She goes still beneath me and blinks at me, refocusing her glassy, aroused gaze on my face “How do you see right through me? It’s terrifying.”
I swallow hard. Shit.
But then she surges up to find my mouth, kissing me with the kind of desperate hunger that comes from almost losing something special.
My hands slide under her tank top, cupping her ribs, and she arches into my touch. Fuck, yes. The kiss deepens, turns molten, and suddenly we’re moving together with a synergy I remember from Vegas. I fill my hands with her curves and she gropes my ass, pulling me harder against her.
“I want you so much,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Thank fuck,” I groan, nearly lightheaded now with need. “I’ve been trying to be good, but I want to make you scream.”
“Don’t be good. Don’t take it slow. We need to bank some orgasms for the next few months, right?”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I peel off her tank top, then her bra, cupping her breasts together so I can lose myself in them.
Her nipples taste so good against my tongue, and the way her whole body vibrates when I suck on them is enough to drive me fully out of my mind.
I hump my hips against the bed, hard as a rock as I work my way down her quivering belly and unbutton her jean shorts.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur as I brush my lips against the elastic of her panties. “So fucking sexy. Lift your hips for me.”
She digs her heels into the bed so I can ease her shorts off. I pull my own shirt off as well, a one-handed ruthless tug before I fall on top of her again.
Bare chest to quivering breasts.
Mouth to mouth.
Hips to hips, and her hands are under my waistband again, insistently shoving my pants down.
“How did I get this lucky, to call you mine?” I ask her between hungry pulls. “Will you remember how lucky I feel when I want to spoil you later?”
She whimpers and nods as she frees my cock between us, rubbing my erection against her belly. I can feel sticky precum slicking against her skin, marking her as mine.
“Condoms are in my pocket,” I gasp.
She shoves me onto my back, laughing as I tumble, my pants around my knees now.
Both of us are breathing hard as she grabs some protection, then shoves the rest of our clothes out of the way.
She climbs on top of me naked, my golden beauty. She’s trembling, nerves warring with her bold desire, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” I say encouragingly, palming her thighs, spreading her legs on either side of me. “Take what you want, baby.”
She strokes my shaft, her thumb circling the wet tip, spreading out my precum as she rocks her hips. My gaze locks onto the glimpses I get of her wet little slit behind her busy hand.
“Look at your pretty pussy, wanting to get on top of me already. But I need a taste, baby. Can you climb up here?” I shove her pillows out of the way so I’m flat on my back and there’s room for her thighs on either side of my head. “Sit on my face, wife.”
She stares at me.
I grab her hips. “Do you need help?”
“Logan!” She gasps as I lift her bodily over my aching erection, ignoring the pulsing desire to set her down right on top of my cock and use that slick precum to wedge myself inside her tight little body.
But first I need to taste her.
She grabs the headboard and whimpers as I arrange her legs around my face.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper to her pussy directly, breathing in her tangy scent, the bright sweetness of her sex that I want to carry with me for the next few months.
In a way, I’m selfish and I want to feel her fall apart for me before I’m too desperate to appreciate it. But on another level, I want her to know that her husband will always put her pleasure first.
I want her to miss this. I want her feel the absence of my tongue between her legs, and ache for me to return in the spring.
Rubbing my nose against her pussy, I lick between her soft folds, exploring her cunt again, fully sober and present this time.
Grateful for the second chance between her thighs, the second chance to learn what makes her gasp and sigh.
When I lap against her clit, the bundle of nerves throbs against my tongue in a way that I remember.
“That’s perfect, baby,” I praise her as she starts to shake, relishing the sounds she makes. “You’re doing so good for me. Let me hear you.”
I know we’re alone, but I wouldn’t fucking care if we weren’t.
And the more I talk, the more she lets go, working her body against my mouth. So I alternate sucking her clit and giving her dirty words that make her squirm. “You taste ready for me, don’t you?”
Lick.
Suck.
“Eager to get fucked?”
She moans at that. I lick down to her slippery entrance, where I like to imagine she feels fucking empty right now, aching for my cock.
I spear my tongue into her cunt, then drag up to her clit again and suck harder again. Take her right to the edge before nuzzling my face into her inner thigh and teasing her again. “But you’re being such a good girl, letting me take care of you first.”
She whimpers at that, her hips shifting restlessly, grinding down on my face as I latch on to her clit again—suck—and fuck, I’m going to file that reaction away for later.
But then she’s close, her clit rampant and demanding, and I can’t talk again because my mouth is full and I’m a happy, happy man.
When she cries out, I groan against her, the taste of her flooding my senses, and I lick her through her release, lapping up as much as I can before she throws herself off me, tumbling to the bed and reaching for my cock.
I can’t stop her as she sheaths my dick and climbs on top, still shaking. Her eyes are so bright, so intense as she finally slides down, bringing me inside her.
We both go still as she stretches around me, as I return to what feels like sacred space that I drunkenly claimed as mine forever.
But I meant the vows I made to her.
And now it feels so fucking profound that she’s the one working us all the way together, her hands planted fiercely on my chest.
The feeling of being inside her again, of being home, is so overwhelming I can barely breathe.
“Thank you,” I whisper, because what else do you say when you’re experiencing something life-changing?
She huffs out a laugh—God, I love her laugh—and I can feel it everywhere we’re connected. “You feel so good.”
“That’s my line.” I start to move, slow at first, savoring every inch. “You’re taking me so well, Frankie. So fucking perfect for me.”
She sucks in a breath.
“There?” I do it again, watching her face transform. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my girl. Taking everything I give you.”
Her eyes go hazy at the praise, her body clenching around me.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” I grind deeper, hitting that spot again. “Like hearing how good you are for me. How perfect you feel.”
“Yes,” she gasps, sliding forward, her hands curling over my shoulders, her her nails digging into my skin as her tits sway against my chest. “Please—”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” I slow my movements, watching her squirm. “Use your words. Be a good girl and tell me.”
“Need—need you to— Deeper, please.”
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.” I reward her attempt with a thrust that makes her cry out.
“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So tight and wet and perfect around me. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”
My eyes never leave hers because I want to see everything. I want to watch her come apart.
“Such a smart girl, going to be such an amazing doctor. But right now? Right now you’re just mine, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” she whimpers, and the words go straight to my cock. To my balls, throbbing to release inside her, once she shatters again.