He bends down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. We both exhale at the same time, seeming to find peace when were wrapped together. “Let me show you,” he murmurs.
And then, he drops to his knee.
My mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. So many things fly through my brain all at once that I actually short-circuit to the point that nothing exists beyond him. It’s like my world narrows down until there is no one and nothing outside of our little bubble. It’s just him and me in the middle of a blank void. I hear nothing, but him. I see nothing, but him. I feel nothing, buthim.
Logan.
“Before we met, I was nothing. I wasn’t living. Hell, I was barely existing. I hated everyone and everything. Still do,” he grunts, running a hand through his polished hair, mussing it up. I chuckle, my hands trembling. “I didn’t want an assistant. I sure as fuck didn’t want one that looks like you. I knew having you around would shake up my world, and I didn’t want that.” He pauses, and my heart gives a painful squeeze, unsure where he’s going with this. Logan barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m fucking this up.”
His head drops, tucking into his chest. I don’t like that. Logan Huxley looks down for no one. I take a step forward and drop to my knees before him. In a move I learned from Logan himself, I grip his chin, beard, and all, and lift his head. Our eyes meet, and he inhales sharply at what he sees.
I show him everything.
My appreciation for him. My possession over him. The way I want and need him more than anything else in this world. The way he’s not only completed me, filling a void I didn’t think was fillable, but also the way he’s fixed every crack and fissure that was created before him. Seamlessly, simply and without question. He repaired what someone else broke.
I show him that and so much more. I show him that I, Shiloh Huxley, will love him with every breath in my body until the day I die.
“I didn’t mean to find you. I didn’t mean to keep you. I didn’t mean to need you, and I didn’t mean to love you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “But I did. I found you. I’m keeping you. I need you more than you know, and I love you more than you’ll ever understand.” Reaching into the front pocket of his suit jacket, he pulls out a ring. Lifting my hand, he glides the single most incredible piece of jewelry I have ever seen onto my finger. “Marry me.”
A demand, not a question.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, nodding and crying as I do.
We fall into each other. Kissing and touching, exploring, and memorizing. His body drops back onto the bed and tugs me down with him. The blankets are warm from the heaters, and for some reason, they all smell strongly of rain and forest and earth. It soothes me all the way to my bones.I feel so wrapped up in him, consumed by him that it coats me like a safety blanket.
There on that bed, in the middle of nature, beneath the starry night sky, I give myself to him completely. I give him everything. My dreams, my goals, my heart, my soul. I give him my past, present, and future, promising never to take them back.
He’s mine, and I’m his from this moment on.
Slowly, we pull each other’s clothes off, devouring every inch of one another like we have all the time in the world.
We do,I realize. We have forever.
Logan worships my body, and I his. I kiss every one of his scars, showing him my unending gratitude for his sacrifices. I kiss his freckles, tracing my tongue from one to another until he’s panting and writhing beneath me. It’s a heady feeling. Having someone so strong and demanding, begging for more, for mercy, for pleasure.
I grin against his flesh, nipping and sucking his delicious flavor into my mouth as I work my way down his body. He groans, threading his fingers through my hair.
“Babydoll, I’m dying here,” he murmurs, thrusting his hips up in a not-so-silent demand. His rock-hard cock bobs against his abs. The sight makes my mouth water. “Suck.”
I smile, more than happy to oblige. Bending over his body, on all fours, completely naked and on display, I suck my fiancé’s cock into my mouth, not stopping until he hits my throat. I gag, stretching to accommodate his size, but refusing to give up. He groans, tugging my hair in a tight grip. His hips thrust forward; his eyes locked on mine. In them, I see nothing but lust and adoration.
Gone are the days when a man who was supposed to love me endlessly, no matter what, cringes away from my body. Gone are the days when a man refuses to touch me, only fucking me in the dark, with most of our clothes on.
Never again.
Here, in the moonlight, with all my imperfections on display for him, I feel so, utterlyperfect. I’ve never hated my body, butuntil now,I’d never fully given myself permission to love it.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, picking up pace, using my mouth and body to find his pleasure. “God-fucking-damnit, Shiloh.Shit!”Using my hair like a leash, he yanks me away. Spit and drool sting from my sore mouth to his cock. I moan at the sight and flick my tongue out to clean up the mess. “Don’t wanna cum in your mouth,” he pants, releasing my hair.
I wipe my face with my hand as I sit back on my knees. Logan’s eyes rake down my body so intensely, I shiver.
“Spread your thighs,” he grunts. I do, widening them until he can see all of me. “Touchmycunt. Play withmypretty pussy.”
I moan, my head dropping back as my fingers find my sopping wet core. I do as he says, following his instructions word for word, speeding up when he demands it, pausing when he says to. I flick my clit until I’m shaking. Finger myself until I’m a trembling, whining mess.
“Lo—” he tuts, interrupting me. “Daddy, please.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet, Babydoll. I want you covered in your slick,” he murmurs. My hazy eyes snap up to meet his, my fingers stilling knuckle deep inside myself. “You need to be sopping wet to be able to take my knot.”