Page 51 of Duty Devoted
“Your turn,” she said, reaching for my belt.
I helped her with my remaining clothes, and when we were finally skin to skin, both of us groaned at the contact. I pulled her against me, reveling in the feel of her—tall enough that we aligned perfectly, strong enough that I didn’t have to worry about being too rough, soft in all the right places despite what she believed about herself.
“I need to show you something,” I said, my voice rough with want.
Before she could ask what, I lifted her easily, her surprised gasp turning into a moan as I pressed her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and I held her there with one arm, letting her feel how effortlessly I could support her weight.
“Feel that?” I asked, tracing my free hand down her side. “Feel how easily I can hold you? You think you’re too heavy? Too big?” I shifted my grip, holding her higher, making her gasp. “You’re perfect. The perfect size, the perfect weight, the perfect everything.”
“Logan, please…”
“Not yet.” I was determined to make her understand. “I’ve been imagining this since the day we met. Holding you like this. Feeling your legs around me. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
I shifted my hips, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her, and she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. I took advantage, kissing down her throat, across her collarbone, lower.
“I have an IUD. We don’t need to worry about birth control. Unless you’re worried about it.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Thank God. And no, I’m not worried about transmitting anything. I have been with a woman in quite a while now—over a year.”
Her eyes got wide. “Why?”
Because dating freaked me out and generally required me to be in public around other people repeatedly, which did a number on my PTSD. “Job keeps me busy. Sometimes it’s not worth the effort to try to find someone to date.”
“I understand that. Kind of the same with me.”
“Good. I’ve noticed you’re not a casual type of person.”
“Yeah?”
“I notice everything about you.” I pressed her farther against the wall. “Like how you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. How you push your hair back when you’re frustrated. How your whole face lights up when you help someone. How fucking beautiful you are when you think no one’s looking.”
“Logan…”
“And this?” I adjusted my grip again, demonstrating how easily I could move her, angle her. “This is what I’ve been dreaming about. Having you in my arms like this. Showing you exactly how perfect you are.”
When I finally positioned myself at her entrance, we both stilled for a moment, eyes locked. The storm raged outside, but inside, there was only us, only this moment.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want you.”
I pushed inside her slowly, watching her face, cataloging every expression as her body adjusted to mine. The feeling was indescribable—hot, tight, perfect. Like she’d been made for me.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her neck. “So perfect, Lauren. So fucking perfect.”
She was gripping my shoulders, nails digging in as I began to move. Each thrust pressed her back against the wall, and I reveled in the sounds she made—soft gasps and moans that grew louder as I found the angle that made her whole body tense.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, using my grip on her hips to control the pace, the depth. “Let me hear you. Let me feel you.”
Her legs tightened around me as I moved faster, deeper. I could feel her getting close, her inner muscles beginning to flutter around me. The fact that I was holding her entire weight, that she was completely supported by my strength, seemed to finally be sinking in.
“Still think you’re too heavy?” I asked, my voice rough as I thrust particularly deep. “Still think you’re not feminine enough when you’re wrapped around me like this?”
“No,” she gasped. “God, no. Logan, I’m going to?—”
“Good.” I could feel it building in her, the tension coiling tighter. “Let go, beautiful. I’ve got you. I won’t let you down.”
She came with a cry that she muffled against my shoulder, her whole body shuddering in my arms. The feeling of her clenching around me, the complete trust as she let go while I held her—it was almost enough to send me over the edge.
But I wasn’t done proving my point yet.
