I faced Logan. “Let’s go. We have a long drive.”
Logan nodded, his hand sliding down to mine. Our fingers laced together, palms flushed. Together, we walked out of the station.
WE MADE IT THREE hundred miles before stopping at a hotel for the night. Once in the room, we made it three seconds before getting naked. He was inside me in less time than that. We made love, fierce and tender. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I came apart in his arms, his mouth fused with mine.
“Hey, why are you crying?”
“Because I’ve never felt this free . . . and this happy. Or scared. I love you, Logan.”
He smoothed the tangle of hair back from my face and tucked me against him. “I love you, Pearls. I’ve never loved another girl before . . .” He sucked in a hoarse breath. “There’s only a handful of people in my life I can even claim to love at all. It is a little scary. You chose yourself—me—over your family today. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I know I won’t.” Even without Logan, it had to happen. I would have gone back to Dartford. He just helped me reach the decision that much sooner.
“Hey,” I said suddenly. “You know this is the first time we’ve had sex in an actual bed? We’re getting boring.”
His chest rumbled with laughter against me. “I’ve been arrested twice in the last month. I’m okay with boring for a little while. Something tells me with you it won’t last.”
I pouted at him and he kissed me again, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth. My fingers ran down his chest, over his quivering stomach and even lower. He was already hard. I lifted wide eyes to him. “Again?”
“Every night you’ve been gone I’ve thought of you. Of being with you again . . . inside you. I missed you.”
Smiling mischievously, I glanced around the hotel room. “This is kind of a nice room.” I smoothed my hand over the crisp sheets. “A nice bed.”
“Good.” He kissed me long and slow and deep. “Because I got us a late checkout.”