42- lucky me

His eyes widened with desire. In several swift steps he was across the floor, his hands in her hair and his lips against hers. They kissed passionately, Terri’s hands exploring any part of his body they could get to. Biceps. Hips. Shoulders.

Every part of him was perfect, and he was all hers for the taking.

His hands slid down her back to cup her bare ass, strong and large palms that made her feel delicate and small by comparison. Firecrackers swirled in her belly, and Terri took a couple steps back until they hit the bed.

It was hard to say who directed them onto the mattress. They hit it at the same time, a mess of legs, arms, and kisses.

Terri ended up on the bottom, Logan’s firm and secure body splayed wide across hers. He was all hard planes and muscles, a delicious design of a man.

“It’s not right that you’re naked and I’m clothed,” he growled into the base of her neck.

“I agree,” she gasped as he nipped her earlobe.

Sitting up, he tore off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Belt and pants quickly followed, leaving him with only a pair of cotton boxers on that had an impressive tent in them.

“Logan,” she murmured, right before his mouth crashed into hers.

Arms wrapped tight around each other, they rolled across the bed, ending up with her on top. Legs on either side of his hips, she leaned down and brushed her nose against his. The tent in his boxers grew larger.

Slipping her hand between their bodies, Terri found his pulsing length. She wrapped her fingers around it and slowly stroked, relishing the pleasurable grunts coming from Logan’s mouth.

Shimmying lower, she seized the boxers’ waistband and tugged them down. His girth popped out, free at last. The sight of it made Terri’s muscles weak. Even sitting up suddenly seemed near impossible.

Luckily, Logan took charge. Hands on her wrists, he gently guided her down and onto her back. She closed her eyes, losing herself in his lips and musky scent.

His hands made tracks across her body, exploring, teasing, and adoring. She felt like a goddess under his attention, more powerful than she ever remembered feeling.

Kisses rained on her belly and hips. Gentle hands nudged open her thighs, and Logan dragged his lips across the sensitive skin there. Stubble from his chin nicked at her, but she loved it—loved every part of him touching her.

His lips met her aching opening, where she longed for him the most. At the feel of his mouth against her, she bucked against the bed. Logan seized her hands and, holding them against the sheets, expertly worked his magic. He played her like a flute, the music inside of her crescendoing to a grand finale. Terri cried out as she exploded, pleasure shaking her body.

The release did nothing to satiate her. If anything, it only made her more desperate to make him hers. Sitting up, she playfully pushed him down, so that he was laying with his head at the foot of the bed.

Logan gazed up at her, a flirty grin on. “Do you have some sort of plan?”

She winked. “How about you just wait and see what happens?”

“Fair enough.” Chuckling, he laced his hands behind his head.

Terri rolled back on the bed and dove into the backpack sitting on the floor.

If she remembered correctly… aha! Her fingers brushed against the condom wrapper, which she pulled from the bag with victorious flare.

Back with Logan, she ripped the wrapper open, but instead of putting the condom on him right away, she lowered her head and took the tip of his length into her mouth. He moaned as the first inch slid between her lips. Hearing him satisfied had the muscles between her legs clenching with longing.

Wrapping a hand around his girth, she took her time bobbing and sucking. His fingers found her hair, where they kneaded and twisted strands.

“Terri,” he gasped. “I need you now.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Sitting up straight, she rolled the condom onto him. Their hands linked together, she nestled her hips against his. He slid into her perfectly, his girth stretching her.

Hands and hearts intertwined, she rocked against him, riding the waves of passion. They moved as one, in perfect rhythm. It was as if they’d been made to be in each other’s’ arms.

Another orgasm built with blinding force, bursting through Terri almost as fast as it started. Logan’s breath quickened, his muscles tensing. He drew her close, their lips locked as they exploded together.

She collapsed against his torso, cheek pressed to chest, and gathered her breath. Logan’s arms went around her, a comforting cocoon.

They stayed like that for a long time, listening to the distant sounds of traffic, birds singing in the backyard, and the music their breathing created.

Everything was perfect. So perfect, all Terri could do was laugh.

“What gave you the giggles?” he asked.

“I’m sorry.” Still laughing, she sat up and covered her mouth with her hands.

Grinning, Logan rolled onto his side and propped his head in a hand. “Well? Are you going to tell me what’s up?” He made a face. “Don’t tell me it was that bad.”

“Stop.” She playfully swatted his shoulder. “It was amazing, and I think you know that.”

“Okay. So don’t keep me in suspense any longer. Tell me what you’re laughing at.”

“All of this.” She waved her hand around them. “Life. How you think your path is going in one direction, and then all of a sudden you blink and it’s headed somewhere else.”

“A good somewhere else?”

“A wonderful somewhere else.”

She reached for him, but he was one step ahead. Taking her by the hand, he drew her down into his arms. Terri closed her eyes, snuggling her head in the spot below Logan’s chin.

“I want you to be happy.” He kissed the top of her head.

She drew out of the embrace just enough to look at him. “I am happy.”

“But whatever else it is you need or want, let me know. Okay?”

She traced her fingers along his lip. “I want you.”

“But that’s not all.”

“I want to see Bryce brought to justice. To see a real dent taken in the human trafficking industry. To… I don’t know.” She shook her head. “To do something more.”

“And you’ll do it.” He gazed at her with fire in his eyes.

“What makes you so sure?”

He didn’t so much as blink. “I knew from the moment I saw you how determined you are. You don’t stop until you get what you want.”

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” He brushed hair from her face. “Lucky me, I get to be with a girl that passionate.”

“Oh, I can be way more passionate than you think.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

She jumped back on top of him, but he was quick. A heartbeat later, she found herself on her back, Logan pinning her to the bed.

“Gotcha.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek.

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