Savor by Xavier Neal

out of my life and never look back! That’s why, Maxx. The thing I am most terrified of in the entire world isn’t even turning into my old man, but losing you.” By the way her shoulders slump, the confession seems to have faded a layer of anger across her body.
    “You always push me away, Logan. How many more times can you expect to do that before you’ve pushed me too far? Because right now…I’m really close.” I swallow the anxiety in my throat. “I really am, Logan. I can’t keep doing this with you. Especially not with the Kid and not with a baby. This bullshit has to stop. All of it.” A nod seems to be the only thing I’m capable of. Her hand touches my face, tears coating it. “You’re not the only one terrified of things, Logan. But now is the time, we’ve gotta put that fear aside. We have a family to raise. A kid who is almost 16, relying on us to give him the life we promised, and a baby who deserves a huge loving family, including a mommy and daddy who love each other.”
    The words let another tear fall. “You still love me?”
    Sniffling through her tears she rolls her eyes. “A little.”
    I push a short smile on my face and drop my hands to her hips. “Just a little?” When she nods I tilt my lips down to hover directly over hers, I repeat, “Just a little?”
    Her hands squeeze me tighter, clearly torn between melting for me, and standing her ground.
    Did I mention she’s even sexier when she’s fighting for what she cares about?
    “Lo—” is all that makes it out before my mouth is slammed against hers, hands now fisting her sweatshirt tightly. The minute her nails dig into my skin I groan and kiss her deeper, taking her tongue hostage as I back her body into the wall behind her. When she lets out a moan of approval, I free her shirt, run my hands through her hair and grip tightly, my tongue determined to enslave hers. To beg for a new level of forgiveness. To put everything I have into making sure she doesn’t ever think about leaving me.
    You’re damn right I can kiss that fucking good.
    Maxx pulls her lips away from me and breathlessly says, “We…we should really…”
    Looking into her hazed over brown eyes, I grin cockily. “Later.” I wet my lips again. “Later.” My lips fall onto hers and suck her bottom one into my mouth teasing it as she moans again. I grab Maxx by the hips, lift, and smile against her mouth when she wraps her legs around me.
    She tries to pull away and ask, “Am I too heavy?”
    “Baby, I’ve taken down fighters twice as heavy as you.” I assure her as I head us towards the couch. “And right now, the only thing I am worried about is how long until I am balls deep inside your beautiful body.”
    Maxx giggles and I push our lips back together continuing my path.
    Yeah. I know Erin’s rule about fucking in other rooms of the house, but I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna take my girl, right here, right now, and undo any doubt in her mind that I’ve ever wanted anyone else.
    I drop her onto the couch and mount my body on top of hers, my cock straining against my jeans to be free. Growling through the pain, I pull away, yank off her sweatshirt, thankful she isn’t wearing a bra so I can enjoy the view immediately, and latch my lips onto her neck, the spot right underneath her ear. When she moans louder, I slide my hand in the front of her yoga pants and am taken by surprise when my hand immediately meets her wet flesh.
    “Seriously?”
    She looks at me innocently for a moment before lifting her lips up and letting her tongue touch my top one. Like a sex kitten she purrs, “Seriously.”
    God, I’ve fucking missed this girl.
    Two fingers sink inside her as punishment for teasing me. Her head falls back on a louder moan, and my name spills from her tongue like some sort of worship of thanks spoken in another language that makes my dick need to replace my fingers as soon as fucking possible.
    “Logan…” she cries out, arching underneath