That night, we ended up at Logan’s place, the emotions between us too intense to ignore. There was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing.
Logan’s hands were everywhere—sliding under my shirt, tracing the curve of my waist. He pulled it off with one smooth motion, his eyes dark as he took me in. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me again, deeper this time.
I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He let out a low growl as I pushed it off, my hands exploring the lines of his chest. His mouth moved down my neck, lingering at the hollow of my throat, and I gasped as his lips and teeth teased the sensitive skin.
“Logan,” I whispered, my voice shaky as his hands traveled lower, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down. His touch was deliberate, slow, as though savoring every moment.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said, his breath hot against my ear, his fingers tracing the edge of my underwear.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said, my words trembling but certain.
That was all he needed. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine as he stripped away the rest of our clothes. The heat between us was overwhelming, his hands gripping my thighs as he settled between them. His movements were steady, deliberate, as he guided us together, his eyes locked on mine.
The first moment of connection was electric, a gasp escaping both of us as he filled me completely. He moved slowly at first, his hands gripping my hips, his lips brushing against my neck as he whispered my name. “Emma... you feel incredible.”
I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop,” I murmured, my fingers digging into his back as he picked up the pace. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me, his body fitting against mine perfectly.
Logan’s movements grew more urgent, his breaths coming faster, mingling with my own. His hand slid down my thigh, gripping it tightly as he pressed even closer. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he murmured, his voice breaking with raw emotion.
I held onto him as the tension built between us, my body arching against his as we moved together. When the climax hit, it was like a wave crashing over us, pulling us under. His name fell from my lips as I shattered, and he followed seconds later, his body trembling against mine.
For a moment, we stayed tangled together, our breaths heavy, the world outside forgotten. Logan kissed my forehead, his voice soft. “You’re everything, Emma. Everything.”