Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 136507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 683(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 683(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
His words, delivered in a deep, raspy voice, are like an invitation—or maybe permission. I lean back against his chest and his arms envelop me, holding me tight.
“I still can’t believe you’re home,” I admit in a whisper, my hands settling on his forearms.
“Neither can I.” His nose grazes my cheek, lingering there as if waiting for me to make the next move while I relish the delicate scratch of his trim beard across my skin.
“What was it like?” I’ve often wondered, trying to picture the boy I knew within those concrete walls, surrounded by people who deserved to be locked up in there.
He sighs heavily. “It was … like being in a cage and not being able to track time. The first few years, I didn’t think I’d make it. But then, I got into a routine. I did the same thing at the same time, every day, and that’s how I started telling time. Day by day, that’s all I could process. And I made friends. Not ones I’d ever make on the outside, but they were struggling through it, like me. We got each other through the days.” His lips find my jawline. “And thinking about you got me through the nights.”
Unable to resist any longer, I turn into him, capturing his mouth with mine in a slow, deep kiss that drags on and on, even as the sound of the whistle marking the start of the third period sounds on the TV. I feel so utterly safe in his arms, which is ironic because there’s nothing safe about Logan—not for me.
He plies my lips open to slide his tongue in, and it seems to be the push I needed.
Slipping my arms through my sleeves, I peel away from his mouth long enough to pull my sweater over my head and toss it aside. I twist my body, climbing up to straddle his lap.
Heat blazes in his eyes as he admires the white lace bra I chose for tonight. With a quick flick of his fingertips, it’s unfastened and falling between us, the cool air and desire for Logan peaking my nipples.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hands sliding around to grip my ass, yanking me flush against him.
A sigh escapes me as I feel his hard length pressing against my center, the soft cotton material of our pants offering little in the form of a barrier. He curses again, this time in a hiss, as he leans in to collect a nipple in his mouth.
I pull him close, my arms curling around his head as I grind my hips against his body.
“Em.” Shallow pants graze my bare skin as he pulls away, peering up at me, his eyes pleading. “Please don’t do this if you’re gonna regret it in the morning. ’Cause the last time damn near killed me.”
“I won’t regret it.” I may pay for it down the road, but with each day that passes, I care less about how others will punish me for loving Logan and more about not wasting this second chance. “As long as you don’t push me away again.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” His hands cup my cheeks. “But I won’t let you suffer because of me. I know how important your career is and I don’t want to cause problems for you.”
“What problems? It’s just you and me here, remember?”
His lips find mine again and then it becomes a mad dash to remove the rest of our clothes, Logan yanking his T-shirt over his head and track pants down off his hips while I stand long enough to peel off my leggings.
Before he can get off the couch, I climb back on him, collecting his hard length in my hand, reveling in the velvety soft skin as I line him up against my slick core.
His head falls back against the couch, a deep, guttural groan escaping him before he remembers. “Wait, what about a condom?”
“We don’t need it today. The timing’s good,” I promise, my voice breathless as I sink down onto him.
Logan curses, his eyes burning with heat as he watches my body take him in. “I’ve never done this before. No condom, I mean.”
“That means I finally have one of your firsts,” I tease, rolling my pelvis as he slides deeper into me, his hips moving with mine.
He seizes the back of my head and pulls my mouth down to his, kissing me fervently as his fingers tangle within my hair. “I’m sure I can still find a few more for you.” His other hand lands on the small of my back, and he guides our tempo faster with quick, shallow thrusts that have my body responding with eagerness. But that pace quickly changes as Logan seems to lose control, seizing my hips and delivering hard, penetrating thrusts that pull cries from my lips and send pressure traveling down my spine, igniting in my core.