“Please, Logan,” I whisper, and he kisses me again, rocking closer to the center. “Oh, god, please.”
Then he pushes into me in one swift move. My back arches again, and I cry out from the incredible fullness, the intense pleasure mixed with a touch of pain.
“Oh, fuck, Kass,” he groans, kissing my cheek and rocking a little faster. “You’re still so tight.”
I don’t tell him it’s been quite a dry spell since I last had him. I don’t say I’ve been dreaming of him ever since. I only moan as he rocks into me faster, kissing me again, his warm lips full, pulling mine with his. I lift my hips and he bucks into me harder.
“It’s been so long,” he gasps, leaning down to kiss my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and sending an explosion of pleasure through my core. He kisses my ear, and my thighs shudder.
With another groan, he rises up, holding my thighs and pushing into me. “Kass…” He pinches my nipples, pulling and teasing them, sending surges of electricity clenching my insides.
He kisses the arch of my foot before moving my leg around so he can lay behind me on the sand. He pulls my body into his as he pumps me so deep.
My orgasm is sparking, racing to the top, and he kisses the back of my neck, causing me to break into tremors.
“Oh, god!” I sigh, falling forward before arching back to hold his cheek, bucking my ass against his pelvis.
Small hairs tickle my back. Large hands cover my breasts, squeezing and massaging. Warmth rushes up my spine—my senses are overwhelmed.
The orgasm extends, jerking my body, clenching the muscles inside me holding his massive cock. His mouth open at the back of my neck, and his teeth graze my skin as he finds his release with a loud noise.
He grips my hipbones so hard, I know he’ll leave a mark, moving me against him, and I feel him pulsing, filling the condom. I feel his stomach shudder, and my eyes squeeze closed. It’s the most erotic sensation, and I remember it so well.
His hands move to my stomach, holding me against him. Warm lips touch my neck, and chills skate down my arms. I thread my fingers into his soft hair as we come down together. Turning my head, I find his lips again, and salt touches my tongue.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, and all I can think is Oh, god, Logan. I want to cry and I want to laugh and I want to hold him. I’ve missed him with my whole being, and I’m so amazingly satisfied. Another kiss and he reaches down to hold the condom as he slides out. I roll onto my back and reach out to touch his chest, to slide my fingertips over his skin. He’s everything I ever wanted. He’s more.
I still love him so much, and I am so fucking screwed.
Closer
Logan
Sunlight streams through the blinds, and I’m lying on my bed. All I can think about is Kass. From the moment I held her in the stairwell through our ride on the motorcycle, throughout dinner when we laughed and caught up I wanted her. I wanted to feel her coming apart on my cock like she did so many times before.
I’d wanted it, but I’d prepared myself for it not to happen. I didn’t want to be a presumptive asshole, thinking someone as beautiful as her didn’t have anyone. I never asked that question. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
If she had told me no, if she had pushed me away, it would have been over. She didn’t. We made love with all the passion and intensity of those early days. Our reunion was spectacular, and I had wanted to bring her here, spend the night reconnecting a few more times.
She’d wanted to go back to her place… I couldn’t tell, but she seemed shaken. The thought makes me grin. I complied with her wishes, but not before making plans to spend all day today with her. I can’t wait to have her in my arms again.
Maneuvering my bike through the winding streets to the warehouse district, I glance up at the colorful awnings. I’d started out dreading this personal leave, and now I never want it to end. Rowan was right about time away and resetting my thoughts, but neither of us could have predicted I’d find this precious thing I lost.
Kass always loved visiting bookstores—the smaller and more obscure the better. A new one opened in a shotgun shack by the public beach, and a small café and ice cream shop are nearby. I want her to know I remember everything. Our time together was the happiest of my life, and I want her back if she’ll have me.
I don’t know the details of how it would work with my job or if she would want to move here… But I’m confident we can work these things out if she feels the same.
I’m still on my bike trying to wrap my mind around my decision when she skips out the door of her apartment building to meet me. She’s dressed in a beige tunic top and her long hair ripples in pale waves around her shoulders. The bow of her swimsuit peeks out at the back of her neck, and again, those silly sunglasses are over her eyes. Any doubt I might have had about my feelings for her disappears. She’s amazing.
“We are going to the beach this time, yes?” Pink lips curl into a smile, and I can’t resist. I reach out and catch her by the waist, pulling her to me for a kiss.
She melts into me, clutching my broad shoulders. I’ve only just tasted her when I feel her teeth against my lips. She’s smiling, and happiness tightens my chest.
“Yes,” I say. “We’ll apricate, grab some lunch, and then I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” Her eyebrow arches. “Sounds interesting.”
“If you keep looking at me that way, I’ll have to rearrange our day again.”