We had done it. Mitchell’s lies were unraveling, his victims finally finding justice. Driving back from Ashford University, I should’ve been exhausted, but the adrenaline still coursed through me. We’d won.
Yet, all I could think about was Logan.
As the city lights blurred past, my fingers hovered over my phone. I typed out the message quickly, my heart pounding as I hit send.
“At your place at 00. Get ready.”
I didn’t care about being subtle. I didn’t care about what came next. I just wanted to be in his arms, to feel him again, to let every tangled emotion we’d been carrying burn away in the heat of us.
His door was unlocked when I arrived, and stepping inside felt like walking into a memory.
The guitar leaning against the corner, the faint scent of his cologne, the subtle, chaotic mess that screamed Logan. It was all exactly as it had been before everything went wrong. Before everything fell apart.
And then I saw him.
Standing there in nothing but his sweatpants, his chest bare and his hair tousled, he looked like every sinful thought I’d ever had come to life.
“Emma,” he said softly, his voice a mix of surprise and anticipation.
But I didn’t let him say another word.
I crossed the room in seconds, dropping to my knees in front of him. My hands ran up his thighs as I looked up at him, my lips parted.
“I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.
His breath hitched, and his eyes darkened as I leaned forward, my tongue tracing over him through the fabric of his pants.
“Emma,” he groaned, his voice low and ragged.
I tugged the waistband down, freeing him, and the sight of him made my pulse race. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him in, savoring the way he gasped as my tongue swirled over his tip.
I worked him with urgency, my hands and mouth moving in sync, drawing sounds from him that sent heat pooling in my core.
“Emma,” he panted, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’re... my goddess. No one... ohhh... no one has ever—”
I pulled back suddenly, my lips swollen, my eyes locked on his.
“Beg me for more,” I commanded, my voice low and teasing. “Right now.”
He smirked down at me, his chest heaving. “I won’t,” he said, his voice thick with defiance. “That’s not how this works, Emma. It’s you who listens to me.”
Before I could respond, he reached down and lifted me effortlessly, throwing me onto the bed.
His teeth tugged at my panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. Before I could catch my breath, his tongue was on me, pressing deep, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.
The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue flicking and swirling with practiced precision, his fingers finding my clit and moving in perfect rhythm.
I writhed beneath him, my fingers twisting in the sheets as he pushed me closer to the edge.
“Logan,” I gasped, my voice high and desperate.
He looked up at me, his eyes blazing. “Now you scream, baby. Let me hear you.”
And then he did something—something perfect, something I couldn’t describe if I tried—and I shattered, the climax ripping through me as I cried out his name.
Before I could catch my breath, he was on top of me, his lips crashing into mine as he positioned himself between my legs.
“Logan,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“You’re mine, you proceed, baby, one more time” he growled against my lips.
And then he was inside me, filling me with a fast, powerful rhythm that made the world fall away.
I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as he drove into me, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
“Emma,” he groaned, his voice raw and broken. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
I didn’t know where I ended and he began. Every thrust, every movement, every touch sent me spiraling further, until I was lost in him completely.
When the climax hit, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My body arched against his, my cries blending with his as we came together, the moment stretching into eternity.
And then we collapsed, tangled in each other, our breathing heavy, our bodies spent.
Logan pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand brushing over my hair.
“I’ ve been meaning to tell you something…”
“Now?” I said, almost out of breath.
He nodded and gulped. “Yes. Now.”