'Why do our fights always end up in the warm clash of our bodies?' I asked myself as Logan began to shower my bare chest with kisses, sucking me whenever his lips stumble on my n!pples.
"Uhmm." I bit my lips, keeping my mouth shut so I could preserve my baby's peaceful sleep. "Logan, I'm not in the mood." I whispered, complaining.
"Let's test that out," Logan whispered back, slipping a finger between my legs as if he's some sort of a scientist checking my moisture in there! "You're wet, but not wet enough. Don't worry, I can fix that." He smiled, deviously.
I rolled my eyes, hating that I know I'd really love what's next but couldn't refuse to spread my legs for him.
Logan lifted my legs up and carried me to bed, where he could do anything he wanted to do to me.
Our moments of pu
