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Our clothes come off quickly, our hands and mouths only leaving each other briefly as we strip each other down, layer by layer. When there’s nothing left to remove, she lowers herself to her knees, taking me in her hands as I stand above her.
“Can you tell what I want now?” Her eyes stay on me as she teases the tip of my cock with her tongue before taking me between her lips. Her mouth is soft and warm as she moves on me, her rhythm slow and teasing. It’s heaven. She’s heaven.
I groan, gently gripping her dark curls. “Whatever it is, it’s yours. Name it. I will do anything for you, Rilla.”
“Just keep loving me?”
Her vulnerable expression has me sinking to my knees before her. I take her hand and press her palm down over where my heart is threatening to break out of my ribcage and lean down so our foreheads meet.
“That’s inevitable. I couldn’t stop if I tried. Ask me for something else.”
She gives me a long, drugging kiss. When she pulls away, there’s a wicked glint in her eyes. “I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that angled hip thrust you’re so good at.”
“There’s my girl.”
She pulls me down to the floor on top of her and I go willingly. Eagerly. The way she cries my name so sweetly as I slide into her nearly makes me come, but I hold on. I won’t stop until I get her there.
“It’s so good…Logan, you’re so good…I love you so much.”
Until now, Rilla’s always shown me how she feels, and that was enough for me. But hearing her say the words, telling me what I do to her, hearing her profess her love for me again and again, is the greatest fucking high of my life.
I shift my hips and she cries out, her back arching off the floor and her legs wrapping around my waist as I go faster and harder. Part of me never wants this feeling to end, but I also know my own limits and I’m desperate to feel her clench around me.
She comes hard with my name on her lips and the sound alone is enough to send me careening over the edge after her. I collapse on top of her and she hugs me to her chest, holding me tightly as we both recover.
“Exactly what I wanted,” she murmurs to the top of my head. I lie there listening to her heart beat steadily in her chest. I’m not sure if I truly deserve this woman, but I do know I’ll never give her up and I’ll always be grateful to call her mine.
Chapter 41
Logan
“Can we blow up the rest of the balloons?”
I look down at Travis and Anna’s expectant faces. They look as though if they don’t get to blow up more, their hearts will burst like balloons themselves.
“Of course you can,” Rilla calls from the kitchen.
“Uncle Logan said we don’t need any more balloons,” Anna says, glancing at me anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to another like she has to pee.
“Pfft. The birthday boy has no say in this.”
“The apartment isn’t that big. I don’t know if we can fit a dozen people and three hundred balloons in here,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
“There’s only thirty in the pack.” Travis holds up the plastic bag as evidence. “We’ve only used eighteen.”
“Yeah, we have twelve more!”
“Nice math, Anna.” Travis looks genuinely impressed and his little sister glows at his compliment.
Rilla sticks her head out from the kitchen to survey the living room where there are balloons on couches and all over the floor.
“It’s looking good,” she says with a nod. “But I think it needs about a dozen more balloons.”
The kids cheer and each grab another balloon to inflate.
“People aren’t going to have anywhere to sit,” I grumble, joining her in the kitchen.
“You’re not on the party planning committee.”