Logan stares down at me in silence. My heart is pounding against my ribs as I wait for his reply.
“Why?”
I know he’s asking why I forgave him, and I can see the relief in his expression. “Because I know you would never intentionally do anything to hurt me.”
Logan closes his eyes briefly, and when they open, they hold so many emotions I can’t track them all.
“I would never cheat on you. Never hurt you like that.”
“I know.”
Logan bends, sweeping me up in his arms. I startle. “Your arm!” I shriek.
“Can’t even feel it.”
He carries me into his bedroom and puts me on the bed. “Shirts are in the top drawer, get comfortable. I’m going to check the house.” He turns and leaves without waiting for my reply.
I run my hands over the comforter and lift the pillow to my face. His bed smells like him. It’s all woodsy and spice. Taking a deep breath, I inhale his scent, then stand up and walk over to the dresser. I slowly open it and pull out a t-shirt from the top and walk to the adjoining bathroom.
I remove my jeans and bustier, placing them folded on the basin and pull the t-shirt on until it falls to my mid thighs. I pull my hair tie out and run my fingers through the long silver strands. A calmness has fallen over me since he brought me in here, where the familiar scent of his cologne surrounds me.
I make my way back to the bed and pull the cover back, slipping in between the cool material. Logan walks in, and I watch as he flicks off the light and walks toward the bed. He tugs his shirt over his head with one hand and tosses it aside before slipping in the other side of the bed, pulling the cover over his waist. Silently, he moves closer, wrapping his injured arm around my waist and tugging me into him, my head resting on his chest. His arm slides around my back, his fingers threading through my hair. My hand slides under his arm and I hug him close. We hold each other tight, the only sound in the room the gentle rhythm of our breathing as we drift off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty Nine
Salena
Iwaketoawarm body pressed against my back and a hand sliding under my t-shirt, cupping my breast. A muscular thigh slides between my legs and rolls me onto my stomach. Logan’s scent wraps around me as his lips go to my shoulder and he nips, before moving his lips to the back of my neck. I draw in a sharp breath as goosebumps break out across my skin.
Logan’s mouth disappears, and his hands slide my t-shirt up as he moves down my back, leaving me breathless as his lips and tongue move across my skin. He pushes my t-shirt over my head, and my hair falls over my naked shoulders as I struggle to remove it completely. Logan presses his chest to my back, his lips moving to my ear. I can feel the curve of his smile as he bites down on my earlobe.
“You’re so fucking irresistible, Salena.”
I shiver at the desire coating his words, and reach behind me, my hand sliding around his neck, my fingers twisting in his hair. He grunts, grinding his hips into mine. One hand moves over my side and down the front of my underwear. They are pushed aside as he slides a finger inside of me. Then another.
A shudder runs through me. “Logan.”
He chuckles, the sound making my stomach clench in anticipation as he nuzzles my neck, laying open-mouthed kisses along it. His fingers push further inside of me. An intense throbbing sensation pounds through my veins as I rock into his hand.
I turn my head to the side, and his mouth is there, waiting. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth, devouring me as his fingers move faster.
Logan breaks the kiss, burying his face in my neck. I need him inside of me. I push back so I’m kneeling in front of him, his chest against my back as he continues, his fingers sliding back and forth, going deeper each time.
“Logan,” I pant, wrapping one arm around his neck, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“Yes?” he rasps, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.
“Fuck me.”
A guttural groan leaves him. “Hold on to the headboard.”
Shit.
My fingers curl over the wooden headboard, my nails digging into the wood. A frenzied energy fills me as I wait in anticipation.
I need him, all of him. Now.
His fingers leave me, and I hear his boxers get pushed down, then in one swift movement, he thrusts deep inside of me.
