After we collapse, I wrap myself in his arms, pulling his face close to mine so I can kiss him, taste him, have him forever. There will never come a time in my life when I won’t want him. I love him more than I thought possible. Especially now.

Outside, the rains continue. For a while, the sound of the drops on the roof are the only sound in the room, aside from our heavy breathing, which slows and falls into the cadence of sleep.

Logan

I wake to the sound of the bed creaking and the cold empty space between my arms. When I peel my eyes open, the room is still dim, but early sunlight paints the window a light blue instead of the night’s pitch-black.

Sierra is sitting on the bed, facing away from me. My mind races back to what we did last night, and I feel instantly sick with regret. Her beautiful blonde hair cascades down her bare back, and I touch her lightly, hoping she’s not hurting. I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity before, so I have no clue how badly she could be feeling.

Her skin erupts in goosebumps as my fingers glide down her spine. She turns toward me, peeking over her shoulder and nailing me with a sexy smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask, leaning on my elbow.

The soft curve of her breasts silhouetted against the morning light steals my attention as she turns her body toward mine and leans forward.

“I’m perfect,” she whispers. My hand grazes her rib cage and brushes her stomach as she crawls into my arms.

“Are you trying to leave?” I ask, my lips against her hair.

“Never.” Her arms squeeze around me until my body is almost completely covering hers. And the words hit me square in the gut. I don’t want this girl to leave me. Ever. Even in just the last few days, I’ve gotten used to the idea of having her around. Having her in my tiny, shitty apartment. Cooking her meals and wrapping myself around her every night. It would be pure fucking bliss, and I’m an idiot for even considering it.

“Logan,” she moans against my neck as her legs wrap around my hips. The message is pretty clear when I feel her rubbing herself against me, like she’s searching for me.

“You’re not still sore?” I ask. Her sex finds its mark a moment later and she nearly mounts herself on me before I can pull back. That answers my question. “Condom, baby.”

I plant a kiss on her nose before reaching across the bed for the nightstand.

After I have it wrapped up, my dick buries itself inside of her and it feels like falling into a warm slice of heaven. We move slowly against each other, her moaning and writhing beneath me like she was made to find this pleasure.

Her hair is fanned out around her head now, a halo for the angel I don’t deserve. As I let my ink-stained hands grace the skin of her body, I worship every inch. She clings to my shoulders, waiting for me to bring the force like last night, but I’m too lost in this slow love-making to rail into her like I did before. Like I should not have done. I got lost with need last night. Now, I promise to be easier on her.