Logan (Carolina Reapers 4)

Gripping a hip with one hand to steady her, I slipped my hand between us and worked her clit as I fucked her with hard, deep strokes.

“You’re my heaven,” I told her as she arched and writhed.

“You’re my world,” she promised with a cry as her thighs tightened around me. “God, Logan, I’m coming.”

I drove into her faster, unleashing as I felt the first pulses of her pussy around me. She came with a muffled cry against my shoulder. She clenched me tight, and three pumps later, I let my orgasm take me, holding her tight to keep us upright as I released. Pleasure filled every cell in my body, evicting every last breath of misery I’d taken in the last few weeks.

“I love you,” she whispered as we came back down.

“I love you,” I echoed. “You’re really okay with me? With what I do?”

Her fingers traced my face. “Let’s be honest. I don’t know a lot about what you do. I know it involves skating and a stick.” She grinned. “But yeah, I don’t care as long as you come home to me. Nothing else matters as long as you’re you, and I’m me, and we’re...us.”

I kissed her softly, then sneaked down the hall with her to the bathrooms so we could clean up.

“We have two choices,” I said as I glanced down over the side rail at the auction. The bidding had ended, but the cocktail party continued. “We can go back down and mingle—”

“Or you can take me home and spend the night making love to me,” she whispered in my ear.

“Right. And I vote option number two—”

“Good, because I do, too. Come on. Quinn has this in hand.” She pointed to her friend, who was consulting with Langley.

“In that case…” I scooped her into my arms.

“I won’t walk away from you. You can put me down.” She nuzzled my neck.

“This is just because I like the feel of you in my arms,” I promised as I carried her down the back steps. “I might never let you go.”

She smiled up at me as we made it to the parking lot. “I’m good with that plan.”

“Me too,” I agreed with a kiss, then another.

“So tell me, what exactly do you do with that big stick?” she asked as she slid down my body once we reached the car.

I grinned, happier than I’d ever been in my life. The woman I loved was in my arms, and we had nothing but time.

“Don’t you know?” I kissed her neck, then opened the door to the R8.

She arched an eyebrow at me.

“You score.”

Her laugh was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I sent up a prayer of thanks and vowed that I’d make this woman laugh for the rest of our lives.

We had forever.

Epilogue

Delaney

The ocean rippled in a combination of turquoise and jade, the waves sloping in a constant rhythm against the snow-white sand that glittered under the sun. A briny breeze blew back my hair, along with the white cotton sarong tied at my waist, my black bikini top warm from lounging on the balcony of the beach house with my book for the past hour.

Logan had made love to me a dozen times, a dozen different ways, since we arrived here. Hours spent worshipping each other, whispering our love, our happiness. I didn’t know a bliss like this could exist, not until he’d come crashing into my life.

I chuckled at the memory of the first time I saw him—coming through the back door of the library, me hurtling a book at his head.

I slipped my bookmark into place and shut the novel, leaving it to rest on the cushioned chair I’d relaxed in every morning while Logan enjoyed his morning run along the beach.

The sun had fully risen now, and I imagined Logan, shirtless, sweat glistening his body as his strong legs dug into the stand as he propelled himself farther, harder. I don’t know where the man stored the energy. Especially when I’d done my best to properly wear him out these past few days.

I finished my cup of coffee, setting it on the little glass table next to my chair. I listened to the ocean as I leaned against the balcony railing, soaking in the happiness radiating from my heart.

Of being fully loved.

Truly trusted.

Wanted.

On every level imaginable.

My best friend.

I loved my best friend.

A surge of heat pulsed in my core, and I knew my favorite part of the day was about to happen.

I craned my head to the left, eyes locking on Logan as he ran up the beach toward the house. His black athletic shorts did little to hide the gloriousness of his body—his strong thighs, his muscled calves. His body, the perfection of it, helped him own a career he’d wanted his entire life. His dream. My heart swelled at the idea that I now joined him in that dream. That we shared these special pieces of ourselves with each other, loving wholly, unconditionally.