But this…this felt like something for her. Like he was offering her the prize.
She leaned in, testing him, his responses, to her lips, her tongue. To taking him deep, to going slow or fast.
Using her hands.
She was so aroused she thought she was going to die from it. But what a way to go.
She couldn’t complain.
Abruptly he gripped her hair and stopped her, guiding her back up onto his lap. He was still mostly clothed, but he guided her over his arousal, and she sank slowly onto him, biting her lip as he filled her.
He held her hips as she rode him, as they established a rhythm that worked for them both.
He gripped the back of her head, pressing her forehead to his, praising her, telling her how beautiful she was. How good she felt.
Her climax hit her before she was ready. Before she had even really felt it build. The cry that escaped her mouth was half shock, half deep pleasure.
His head fell back, his teeth clenched together, his jaw tight as he held her, and gave himself up to his own release.
“I knew I picked a good place,” he said.
She laughed and moved forward, pressing her head to his chest.
They were going to sleep in the same bed tonight. All night.
She didn’t know how she felt about it, but she knew it was going to happen. She wanted it. She just didn’t know how she felt about it.
They got into the hot tub, and everything that happened there felt a little bit naughty and just plain fun. It was amazing, how being with him cut the way it did, but also was just so enjoyable.
By the time they went to bed, she was exhausted in the best way. She just felt satisfied. Boneless. Better than she had for a very long while.
It was so domestic, brushing her teeth in the same bathroom where he had just brushed his. She hadn’t stood next to him while he did it or anything. She was in no hurry to make things too cozy. She liked the edge to this. The danger. She liked the way he was Logan, but also felt a little bit like a stranger. Because this was a whole new part of him. She didn’t need to turn it into…
She deliberately didn’t think about relationship words.
She walked out of the bathroom, and he was already in bed, shirtless, and she really would never get tired of looking at his torso.
She had put on some sweats after the hot tub, after their shower, which had been slick and wonderful, but now she was feeling a little bit overdressed. She took her shirt off and shimmied out of her pants, and got beneath the covers next to him.
The sheets were soft against her skin, and he wrapped his arm around her, his skin hot against hers.
It felt so deliberate, climbing into bed with him like this. Deliberate and sexy and also like an out-of-body experience. To be beside him like this.
She reached her hand out and put it on his chest, looking up at him. “I guess I didn’t ask if you wanted me to sleep in a different room.”
“Why would I want that?” He reached out and pulled her against him. “It would be inconvenient.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I guess it would be.”
She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask. Like if he normally shared beds with women. Or if this was different for him. Strange. If this was something completely outside of his comfort zone.
Maybe he always slept with the women he was having sex with.
She stopped herself from going down that path. This was just the two of them. There was no room for anyone else in this bed.
No ghosts of marriages past or anything else.
She listened to the beat of his heart. Wondered if she was crazy or if it actually sounded new.
