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Chapter Thirty-One
Jeanie was back in Logan’s arms as soon as the door to his apartment slammed behind them; her mouth on his, her hands in his hair.
Jeanie tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his arms.
‘This has to go, this all has to go,’ she said, yanking her own shirt over her head. Then, she stood in front of him and unhooked her bra.
‘Damn, Jeanie,’ he rasped, his voice thick and deep.
She gave him a little smirk and pushed her jeans down over her hips. It was the smirk that did him in, that little knowing smile. There was no hiding it anymore. She knew just how much he wanted her. Good. He didn’t want her to ever doubt it.
She stepped toward him and undid the button of his jeans. The brush of her fingers against his bare stomach sent sparks across his skin. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was added to their rapid breathing, and the rain that had just started coming down on the roof.
Logan groaned as Jeanie pushed his jeans over his hips, her hand grazing his erection on the way down. She flicked her gaze up to his, deep brown and happy. Trusting.
‘I missed you,’ she said and his heart broke a little for the week he had lost.
‘I missed you, too.’ He pulled her close, grabbing her full ass and delighting in her little moans when he squeezed. ‘Wrap those sweet thighs around me, Jeanie.’
She met his eye again and gave him a smile filled with so much love and so much desire his heart kicked hard against his ribs. He had to have her now. Now and always.
She launched into his arms, and he held her up easily, turning so that her body was now between him and the wall. When his mouth landed on hers, it wasn’t gentle, but he couldn’t help it. He’d thought he lost her and now that she was here, he couldn’t hold back. Not anymore.
By the way she was kissing him, she felt the same way.
‘Logan,’ she moaned as he rocked his hips into her. She arched against him, and he kissed down her neck. He dipped his head lower and found her nipple with his mouth. He sucked and licked until Jeanie was writhing against him.
‘Logan, please. I need you now.’
He groaned and pulled himself away from her breast. He pi
‘You want it like this, Jeanie? Against the wall?’ The question came out rough, gruffer than he meant it. He’d only wanted to know she was sure about this, that she was comfortable. But it came out like a filthy threat.
Jeanie moaned. ‘Yes, like this. Please,’ she panted, and Logan got impossibly harder.
He took himself out of his boxer briefs and slid against Jeanie’s soaking wet entrance. ‘Condom?’ he asked, his voice barely recognizable, his body shaking with restraint.
‘I went back on the pill.’
‘Thank God,’ he sighed.
Jeanie let out a breathy laugh, even as her body trembled against him. She met his gaze. ‘Please, Logan.’
He pushed into her, slowly, so slowly, until she squirmed against him, until his body was flush against hers. He leaned his forehead against hers and they breathed out together.
‘Good thing you lifted all those heavy pumpkin crates, huh?’ she asked with a sly grin.
He huffed a laugh. A laugh that became a groan when she clenched around him. So perfect, his Jeanie.
And then he moved. He thrust into her, holding her steady, her thighs squeezing around his hips. He thrust into her again and again until she whimpered in his arms.
He froze. ‘Am I hurting you?’ His breath was ragged.
‘No, not hurting me.’ Jeanie clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. ‘Keep going. So good.’
He kissed her deep and demanding and she took him in, all of him. He changed the angle of his hips and she gasped against his lips. He did it again and he knew she was close, panting and groaning. Again and again, until Jeanie broke around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and her heels dug into his back, anchoring him in this perfect moment.
He stayed buried deep, with Jeanie pi
She placed a kiss on his chest before peering up at him. ‘That was quite the reunion.’
He couldn’t help his smile. ‘I told you; I missed you.’
Jeanie gri
Logan blew out a long sigh.
‘But’ Jeanie went on, ‘We can definitely do that again.’
He laughed. ‘Deal.’
Jeanie in his bed and the cold, fall rain hitting the windows, was Logan’s new favorite thing. She was wearing one of his old worn fla
He was propped up on one elbow looking down at her and he could only imagine the idiotic look on his face, but he couldn’t help it. He was too damn happy to worry about his face. Somehow, he was lucky enough to get a second chance with this woman and he wasn’t about to take that for granted.
Jeanie traced an idle finger across his bare chest. The light touch made him want to dive back between her legs where he’d already spent most of the afternoon. Her cheeks flushed like she’d had the same thought at the same time.
‘Thanks for kidnapping me,’ she said with a smile. ‘I needed a day off.’
‘Happy to help.’ He dropped his lips to her exposed collarbones and kissed along the ridge, finding her fluttering pulse with his lips. Jeanie’s giggles turned into little sighs as he tugged her closer.
‘I might need another day off to recover from today,’ she said, her voice breathy and raw.
He loved this Jeanie, too. The one that wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close, the one that wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He chuckled. ‘Me, too.’
Her smile imprinted itself on his skin as she buried her face in his neck. He was ready to ensure they’d both need a few days off when Jeanie’s stomach gave a loud rumble. When was the last time she’d eaten? Probably not since this morning. They’d been distracted to say the least.
He eased back. ‘Hungry?’
Jeanie untangled her legs from his. ‘Yeah. Suddenly starving.’
‘I’ve been a horrible captor––. Uh, host.’
Jeanie laughed, the happy sound fizzing all around him. ‘The worst.’ She let her gaze rake over his bare chest. ‘Although, you have been very accommodating in other ways.’
He narrowed his gaze and then dove forward, capturing Jeanie in his arms. She squealed in surprise, laughing as he pi
She squirmed against him, and he nearly forgot his intentions to feed her until her stomach growled again.
‘Damn,’ she muttered.
He laughed, pushing up off of her. ‘I’d never forgive myself if I let you waste away.’ He found sweatpants and pulled them on, enjoying the way Jeanie watched him from the bed.
‘I don’t keep a ton of food in here, but I’m sure we can scrounge up something.’
‘As long as it’s not Twizzlers, I’m good.’
‘I only eat those when I’m ghost hunting.’
Jeanie laughed. She swung her legs out of bed, his shirt riding up her thighs. She pushed strands of hair from her face. The delicate skin of her neck and chest was red from the roughness of his beard.