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Logan nodded once and moved inside, slowly, inch by inch, filling me. I let out another moan as he pushed all the way inside, the snug fit already building more pressure toward another climax. He pulled back once and then shoved hard inside me before pulling half out.

He slammed into me. A pulse of pleasure spread from me with impact. Then again and again. It took only a few thrusts before his coated manhood slid into me with ease. The slapping sounds of our bodies mixed with my moans and his grunts as he continued to fuck me.

Logan lifted me slightly, changing his angle. The blast of pleasure with each push cut off my moans. My breathing turned ragged, and the ecstasy clouded my brain. I didn’t even remember I could feel this good. Had I ever?

My moans turned into screams of delight. My insides twitched. Logan sped up even more. If I hadn’t been so drunk on pleasure, I might have wondered how he could continue pounding into me so fast and so hard.

With a final shove, he shouted his release. His cock swelled, but the condom held in his seed. A second later, I gave in. Another glorious wave blasted from my center to my toes and fingertips. Stars filled my vision, and I cried out, my insides clenching around Logan’s cock.

I don’t know how long we lay there together, our sweaty bodies pressed against each other, our breathing heavy and deep.

Logan pulled out of me and rolled off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned without the condom.

Heavy-lidded, I patted the bed next to me. My insides still twitched and throbbed, the residual pleasure lingering throughout my body and center. I had a feeling I’d be sore later, but the good kind of sore.

Logan lay down next to me and pulled a blanket over us.

“I’ll definitely remember that,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.

Logan stroked my hair, a grin on his face.

Chapter Eighteen

LOGAN

I lay there, watching Emily, her brown hair spread out on the bed. Her eyes were half closed, and her breathing light as she rested in the crook of my arm. Every once in a while, she’d shift position or nuzzle her cheek on my arm, murmuring quietly. It’d be adorable if I couldn’t see the swell of her heavy breasts.

I was already hard again and had to the resist the urge to take the soft mounds into my hands and start kneading or to roll her over and start fucking her again.

Several deep breaths followed. I’d no idea what the hell had just happened, other than it was damn good. Great. More than I’d ever imagined when I laid awake at night thinking of her.

What did it mean though? Emily had a whole night and morning to sleep off the alcohol, so there was no way we could push this off as another drunken mistake.

This was the spectacular proof of what I’d believed for a while now. We had chemistry, real chemistry, and that chemistry had led to a connection. The only question was whether she’d regret it for the same reason we had no excuses for what happened other than mutual attraction. There would be no alcohol to blame, no explanation other than good old-fashioned lust.

My only regret was that I hadn’t slept with her earlier. I prayed she felt the same, but I was confident after the intimacy we’d shared.

Emily stirred, her hazel eyes fully opening. I smiled at her, but she didn’t look up. She stared past me, a distant look in her eyes. She wasn’t frowning, but she wasn’t smiling either.

My stomach clenched. This was not what I’d wanted to see after a hot, sticky round of sex. Something was obviously wrong. Regret, probably. Damn.

I figured ignoring it was the best plan for the moment. Emily obviously had a few issues to work through, and it wasn’t like she could hop in a cab back to Nashville. I had plenty of time to figure out how to handle her.

In the meantime, it was best to keep things light and breezy.

“Maybe we should go get some lunch,” I said. “Or we can order in.”

“No, let’s go out,” Emily said, sounding a little too eager. “Or at least to the restaurant on the first floor.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I just need to get out of this room for a while. It’s a nice room, but it’s still a hotel room.”

I nodded slowly, trying to keep a frown off my face. “Okay, let’s hit the first floor then.”

Emily pulled away from me and stood. “I need to take a shower. I smell like sex. I’d forgotten the smell.” She laughed awkwardly.

I chuckled, wondering if I could convince her to let me join her in the shower for a little wet fun.


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