The knock at my door was loud and insistent, cutting through the quiet night like a storm. I barely had time to steady my breath before I opened it, revealing Logan standing there, his chest heaving like he’d run the entire way.
His eyes were dark, smoldering with a mix of anger, desire, and something deeper—something that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Emma,” he said, his voice low and rough, almost like a growl. “Get naked. Now”
Before I could respond, he stepped inside, his hands grabbing my face as his lips crashed against mine. The force of it startled me, but I melted into him instantly, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment forever.
I gasped as his lips moved down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He gripped my waist, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing.
“Logan,” I breathed, my voice barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice rough and desperate. “You drive me insane, Emma. I can’t think, I can’t breathe when I’m not with you.”
His words sent a wave of heat through me, and I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it over his head before my hands found the hard lines of his chest.
We barely made it to the living room. My back hit the wall, and he pinned me there, his body pressing into mine with a hunger that bordered on feral.
His hands slid under my shirt, the roughness of his touch sending shivers down my spine. I arched into him, my breath hitching as his lips found mine again, harder this time, more urgent.
“Tell me you want this,” he said against my lips, his voice hoarse. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
The first thrust stole my breath, and I cried out, the sound echoing in the room. He didn’t hold back, his movements harsh and unrelenting, like he was trying to make up for every second we’d been apart.
“Logan,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buried his face in my neck.
“You feel so good, so tasty, so…. Mine….” he murmured, his voice raw and broken. “I can’t get enough of you, Emma. I’ll never get enough.”
The rhythm between us was wild and chaotic, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing more, always more.
My cries mixed with his groans, the sound filling the room and drowning out every other thought in my head. Nothing existed outside of this moment—just him, just us, tangled in a mess of passion and desperation.
When the climax hit, it was explosive, like a storm breaking over us. My body arched against his, and I cried out his name, my nails raking down his back as he shuddered above me.
He held me close, his forehead resting against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him into a gentle kiss. “I love you, Logan. I never stopped.”