Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,56
and he shifted and rubbed against Logan.
“God, I’ve never been so terrified in my life,” Logan breathed.
“Logan…”
“Say it.”
“Logan,” he obeyed.
“No, not that, tell me you love me.”
“I love you. I love you,” he repeated it over and over, his heart swelling.
He knew without a doubt that he was in this for life.
“Finally,” Logan muttered, returning the words of endearment against his lips. “I love you, Mercedes Giles, Macy Finch.”
“I go by Macy.” He smiled up at Logan. “But yeah, I’m taking back my last name when all this is over. I’m sorry I didn’t let you tell me you loved me before I disappeared.” Macy brushed his hands over Logan’s shoulders and down his arms.
“It’s okay,” Logan breathed.
“No, it’s not, and I shouldn’t have had you handcuffed. I regretted that more than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re forgiven.” Logan brushed a tender kiss to his lips.
He stepped back, drawing Logan toward the bed.
“You’re wounded,” Logan baulked.
“Don’t treat me like glass,” he said, squinting at Logan.
The corner of Logan’s mouth tipped and with another tug, the man came willingly into his arms. Sure, there was a small pinch of pain in his side, but it was nothing compared to the pain he’d been through being separated from Logan.
Stretched out together, Macy plastered his whole body against Logan’s and relaxed.
“Damn, this feels good,” he whispered, knowing that it sounded inadequate. It felt more than good, it felt fantastic.
“This is right where I want you.” Logan’s arms tightened around him.
“Yeah?” He gazed up into an intense green gaze, daring to hope, and then Logan’s next word set his world to rights.
“Forever.”
Macy fisted Logan’s hair tightly. “Are you sure you can handle this?” he challenged.
“I’m damned sure gonna try like hell.” Logan dipped his head and Macy lifted his mouth.
Logan’s hands slipped into his shirt and then warm palms were sliding over the skin of his back, sending his heart and body racing.
Logan
He took his time.
No way in hell was he rushing this.
Spreading out Macy like a feast, he didn’t stop until they were both naked. He kissed at the edges around the bandage that covered the injury that could have taken this man from this world. An action that would have ended him.
He brushed his lips over the healing scab on Macy’s thigh and then the bruises on his arm before he carefully lifted the man’s left hand and brushed a kiss over the wrapped fingers.
“I’m fine,” Macy breathed, his lids dropping to half mast at each kiss. Desire flashed in the blue depths.
“Just making sure,” he replied huskily and smoothed his hands down Macy’s arching body, admiring the difference of his roughened hands and the silky smoothness of Macy’s skin.
“Love.” Macy tugged at him.
“Love,” he breathed in return and closed his mouth around Macy’s nipple, toying with the tiny metal ring between his teeth.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Macy panted.
He soothed the nipple with his tongue before seeking out the other and bringing the same response.
Macy clutched at him. “Lube, condoms.”
Logan chuckled. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. He hovered over Macy’s body and while holding the man’s gaze, he brushed his whole body against him. The catch of Macy’s breath was explosive and Logan blindly plucked the lube and condoms from the bedside table.
“My turn,” Macy said.
Logan wasn’t sure what that meant because the last time Macy had said something similar, Logan had ended up topping. Not that he gave a fuck who topped, but he’d follow Macy’s lead.
Sure enough, Macy pushed him back and rolled a condom down his dick. He clenched his teeth at the slender fingers on his cock.
“We’re going to need to work on your communication skills.”
“Why?” A cute frown furrowed Macy’s brow.
“Because usually when someone says me first, they mean they’re going to pitch.”
“Spoken like a true top.” Macy grinned down at him and straddled his hips.
A squish and a snick and lube was dumped into Macy’s hand and the man was reaching around to ready himself.
“Let me help you.” He caressed the silky skin at Macy’s hips.
“No.” Macy shook his head, lips pursed. “I want to be tight.”
Logan groaned and dropped his hands away from temptation. All he could do was lace his fingers at the back of his head and enjoy the show.
Macy licked at his lips and reached for his covered cock. Logan hissed when the man’s slim fingers closed around his length and slathered him up.
Macy leaned forward and his hair spilled like silk over his skin. Each lick and brush of the long,