“Logan, please, make love to me,” she moaned into my mouth.
“Fuck me,” I said dropping my head down beside her shoulder in frustration.
“What? What is it?”
“I forgot the fucking condoms, Leah.”
She rolled onto her side and looked into my eyes. “I don’t care, Logan, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
She lay back down, and I propped myself up on my elbow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me shyly. I gave myself a couple of pumps and ran my cock through her center finally pushing myself all the way inside her. She let out a full moan as I buried myself into her.
I felt her tightening around me, so I slowed down, slowly pumping into her hard and deep. She felt incredible as she hugged my cock and her fingers dug into me running her nails down my back. Hearing her moans getting louder, I reached between us, running my fingers over her clit as I continued to pound into her. I felt a rush of heat as she came all over me, calling out my name. I felt the familiar throbbing start just before I let go, pouring myself into her.
I collapsed on her breathing hard as she placed soft kisses on my shoulder. Once I gathered myself, I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back pulling her into me. She rested her head on my shoulder, slowing her breathing as she relaxed against me.
TWENTY-NINE
Leah
Christmas the following year
I checked out the front window and then glanced at the clock. It was almost two, Dad and Anna were coming to visit for Christmas. It was the first time they had come to Boston at Christmas time, and we were excited to have them stay with us.
“Are they here yet?” I heard Logan ask from behind me.
“No. I thought you were putting the finishing touches on the McGill project?” I said taking a sip of my soda water.
“I’m working on it.”
“Well, get back to it, they are not here yet. To be honest, I don’t know what is taking them so long, their plane landed at twelve.”
“Probably traffic. You know what it’s like this time of the year.”
I went back to the counter where I had a roast sitting in a pan and finished putting the slices of onion in with the meat and sprinkled the seasoning over it. I covered it and placed it into the already hot oven.
“Do you think they will be happy at the news?”
Logan had asked me to marry him last week over dinner at one of the top restaurants in Boston. He had even gotten down on one knee causing everyone in the restaurant to turn and look at us as he proposed. It was the most romantic thing ever, and then we had come home and made love for hours. After I called Jenna and told her the news, we both laughed as her shrill squeal poured through the phone.
“I think they will love it.” He came up behind me, wrapped me in his arms and placed little kisses along the back of my neck making me laugh. “However, I think they will like our other news better,” he whispered as he continued kissing me.
“What the fact we are finally opening our own design firm?” After they had published the article, things went crazy for us. We both had more work than we could handle and Logan and two other architects he worked with branched off and opened their own firm. I was in such high demand at Preston that I could barely keep up, and then Logan suggested I should join his firm and take over the interior design side of things. I gave my notice at Preston just before we closed for Christmas and I posted an ad for designers to join me at Lehmbeck Designs.
Logan laughed as he placed his hand along the flat of my stomach. “You know what news I’m referring to,” he said taking my mouth.
I broke the kiss. “We shouldn’t say anything yet, just in case.”
“In case of what?”
“They say to wait three months, just to make sure everything is fine.”
“Then why did you tell me?”
I looked at him and laughed and started cutting up potatoes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Logan, of course I had to tell you, you were there.”
“Well, I can’t wait to share that news either,” he said pouting as he pushed me against the wall and met my lips.