“Chloe! On a work night! So nice to see you, sweetheart. So nice!”
It was nice to be there.
We ate dinner, and spent time doing the crossword, and Logan got her ready to sleep. She had a shine in her eyes as she wished me goodnight, and I’m sure I had one right back at her, thanking the universe for the whole lot of it. Every single bit.
Then it was us. Me and Logan.
Still, I had shivers. Nervous.
He chased those away from me as soon as his mouth pressed to mine.
I couldn’t say it, I love you, not with him kissing me so deep, right the way across the landing and through to his bed. I couldn’t tell him how I was devoted to him, every second of every day. It made no difference. I didn’t need to. My touch said it all, and so did his.
He kissed my scar, and my birthmark and ran his fingers across my skin, fascinated by every curve, every crease, every inch of me. I was just as fascinated back, fingers shaking because I was so in awe of that man. I was so in love with the imperfections that made him more perfect. The depth in his eyes took my breath. The strength in his arms made me soar.
I’d been fucked by Liam hundreds of times over the years, but it had never been anything like sex with Logan. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just someone trying to shoot their load, grunting and groaning. It wasn’t just someone pounding in the dark, trying to get their dick in my mouth to come down my throat before rolling over and falling asleep.
This was making love.
He made me come gently that night, in lamplight, slow enough that I could barely take it, that slow crest and burn. He teased my whole body with his mouth until I was squirming, begging him for more.
He gave me more.
He gave me slow thrusts right inside me, then raised my legs and fucked me hard, eyes fixed on mine, waters crashing with depths I didn’t understand.
I knew what I wanted, and I guess my squirms told him so, begging quietly for more. I wanted to feel that intensity again. I wanted to feel his body pushing mine. I wanted to feel the thrill of the dirty.
He pulled out and worked my ass with his fingers first. One, then two, then three. He circled just right, until I was circling my hips along with him, my hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit nice and hard. He spat on his hand, worked his cock, then positioned himself just right. I held my breath as he pressed up to me, letting out a groan as he eased his dick inside. The stretch was incredible. Feeling my body so consumed was divine.
Ah, ah… please…
He rolled me onto my side, raising my leg up high as he fucked my ass. He held my face and pulled me to him, twisting me enough that we could kiss. Tongues and lips and teeth, breaths panting, bodies thrumming. He started grunting when he came, and I was right there with him, coaxed to the edge, his fingers between my legs and working circles along with his thrusts. I didn’t want it to end, but the peak was irresistible, both of us lost in the motions.
And lost in the love.
We lay together in the aftermath, breathing together. He was still behind me, arms wrapping me tight. I stroked his wrist, and there was so much I wanted to say. There was so much I wanted to tell him about how my world was with him, whatever he might think about it – I was his forever and ever. But he beat me to it. He beat me to it with the words.
“I wish that moments could last for all time.”
“Then they wouldn’t be as special,” I said. “But there are plenty of special ones, aren’t there? Plenty of moments you can feel again.”
He kissed my neck. “Plenty of special moments ahead for you, Chloe. You are an incredible woman with an incredible world awaiting her.”
“An incredible world with you,” I told him, and I didn’t care anymore. Not about his shutters coming down, or the depth of his ocean, because there is only truth. Regrets come from holding back, or telling lies, or living illusions. They never come from baring your soul for the creature it is.
He didn’t answer me, so I carried on.
“Why won’t you let me in, Logan? I promise I can listen, I promise I’ll do my best to understand. I know things have been tough, and I know you’ve lost a lot of people, but that doesn’t stop you loving more of them, does it? Why would it stop you loving me?”
He kissed my forehead with more tenderness than I’ve ever known.