with a slow build-up followed by coiling tension and then a release, sometimes big, sometimes huge, sometimes quick.
This orgasm is like an atomic bomb going off. It’s hard and it’s long and it’s…momentous. Like the concept of losing Logan forever did something to my body, made it lonely and needy and…a little crazy.
I cry out Logan’s name over and over and clutch at his back as I continue to clench around his finger.
“You’ve never come like that.” Logan’s lips brush mine. “Not with me.”
“Not ever. The biggest orgasms of my life have all been with you.”
When the rest of our clothes are in a pile on the ground, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My hips grind into his, desperately seeking contact.
Holding me tightly with one arm, Logan traces a line with his finger from my neck down to my heart. I stretch my arm out, grab my purse off the front of the truck, and pull a condom out of it.
My whole body is shaking from how much I want him.
“I’ve missed you,” he says into my ear, and the honesty in his voice cracks my last bit of armor wide open. “Nothing in my entire existence will ever come close to you, Mace. Ever.”
Chills run through my body. I open my eyes, and his are fixed on mine.
I exhale as my heart fully unlocks. I lean forward to kiss him as I hand him the condom. My short gasps blend with his deep groans as I finally open up and pull him tight, letting him inside me.
He’s so hard that when he first enters me, I don’t think I’ll have room for him.
“You’ve never been this hard before.” I gasp and try to relax.
“I’ve never missed you this much before.” He grips my hip so tightly as he tries to slow his movements that I’m sure he’ll leave a mark. “I thought I lost you, Macey. I was so scared I’d lost you.”
I shudder against the truck as he inches in further.
“Okay?” He checks in with me.
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. You feel amazing.”
I lock my ankles together behind his back, and his next surge forward brings him all the way inside me.
And then neither of us lasts long. I buck against him like a bronco, but he holds me safely in place as we reach that high together. His eyes stay on mine the entire time, and he mutters my name as he comes.
I kiss him for a long time afterward then bury my face in his neck, my bare breasts pressed against his solid chest while our hearts beat to the same rhythm.
While I’ve always opened up to Logan when we make love, I’ve also held a little of myself back. I made sure to keep an exit door in plain view so I could turn around and walk away whenever I got scared. I guess just like my daddy taught me.
Tonight, I slammed that exit door shut.
I keep my arms around Logan as he plants kisses all over my face, my hair, and my mouth. He carries me over to the picnic blanket and grabs a sleeping bag from the truck. He lays it flat on top of the blanket, and we snuggle underneath it together.
I prop my head up on one elbow and look at him by the firelight. The dark shadows under his eyes are gone. His scar even looks less angry.
“You were right.” He traces a line over my bare hip slowly. “Marrying you like that in Vegas wasn’t the right thing for us at all.”
“I don’t like the way I freaked out. I was scared. But you knew that.”
“I get it. I had things to deal with, too. With myself and the fact that all my father wanted was for me to be something I’m not. We worked some of that out in Florida.”
“I’m glad.”
Logan sighs, and the flash of pain in his eyes reveals how much it’s worn on him through the years.
“And after he and I talked everything over, I went up to my room and checked my email.”
Oh, no.
His lips curve up. “Your novel was sitting there. And I started reading. I read the whole damn thing from start to finish without stopping once.”
I take a deep breath.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know what it would be about. I was so…” he pauses. “Emotional. That you would feel so much from our memories to put any of them into a book was just really