Lynn's POV
Logan's mouth captures mine with devastating gentleness, as if I'm something precious that might shatter under the slightest force. His hands frame my face, thumbs brushing away the last glistening trails of tears from my cheeks, while his lips move over mine with a thoroughness that sends shivers racing down my spine, curling my toes against the cool sheets. The kiss deepens, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I part them with a soft sigh, inviting him in. He explores me slowly, savoring, his breath mingling with mine in hot, ragged bursts that make my pulse thunder in my ears.
"We go slow," he murmurs against my swollen lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. "I want to worship every inch of you, Lynn."
Heat surges through me like wildfire at
