It’s the first time I’ve seen his bedroom, and I take a secondto look around. It’s cozy and warm, with lots of artsy photographs of glittering cave rock formations.
“Did you take these?”
He wraps his arms around me as we look at one. “Yes. Trust me, these are, by far, the best. I got lucky.”
“They’re beautiful. Wait…lotion,” I say when he pushes me onto the bed.
“Lotion?” he asks against my lips.
“It’s so dry here, you have to.”
I can’t help but put on a show, rubbing the lotion in slow, seductive circles across my skin like he did for me in the shower. I spread it over my belly, then raise my arms to spread it onto my shoulders and upper back, my breasts bobbing. Those need moisturizing too, of course. I probably apply more lotion to my breasts than I need, but I can’t help but add one more coat. It feels so good to touch them, and to watch Logan’s face as I softly pinch my nipples and knead the sensitive flesh.
“You’re making me jealous of your hands,” he commented dryly. “Are you nearly done?”
He has one arm behind his head as he leans against his pillows and watches me. He is so comfortable in his naked, aroused state, it takes my breath away.
“Not yet.” That came out hoarser than I intended. I clear my throat. “Moisturizing is important.” I lift my leg on the bed, wider than I’d ever do by myself. I smooth the lotion over my calf and up my thigh, slowly brushing my fingers at the inner seams of my legs. Logan lets out a heavy groan. Then I switch sides.
“You’re killing me, Sierra.”
I hide my smile. “You’re not going to put on any lotion?”
He shakes his head. “I have better things to do right now.”
“Now, Logan. Your skin is going to turn into wrinkly leather if you don’t take care of it.”
His voice deepens. “Put it on me?”
I crawl over the bed toward him. His eyes are dilated. I warm up some lotion between my hands. “On your belly. I’ll do your back first.”
I straddle him, wondering if he can feel how wet my inner thighs are on his lower back. It’s quiet in the room, except for our breathing and soft sounds of the lotion slicking as I warm it up between my palms.
I rub lotion along his thick shoulder muscles, enjoying the hard biceps and triceps beneath my hands, so defined and cut. Down his firm, muscular forearms and strong hands. I kiss his calloused fingertips, then suck them into my mouth. I grin around them when he groans. I run my tongue up and down his thick forefinger a few times, sucking lightly, before taking pity on him and releasing his fingers with a pop. His back muscles are next for my attention, which I massage down to the narrow waist. I breathe along the top globes of his ass and smile as goosebumps lift there.
“Sierra,” he begs. He begins to lightly hump the mattress.
“None of that.” I slap his butt gently. Then, because I like the satisfying sound and feeling of it, I slap his other cheek a little harder.
He lets out a huff of air, followed by a low, aroused laugh.
“First skin care, then sex,” I warn him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies playfully, his voice muffled against his hands. Ooh, I like that.
Every satisfied groan from my ministrations lifts a weight off my chest. Logan takes such good care of everyone. Thewhole town has thrived because of his efforts and love.
Not to mention how well he’s treated me. He didn’t have to take such good care of an ex-girlfriend who abandoned him years ago without a word, but he did, without a moment of hesitation. I dig into his thighs, his calves, and the arches of his feet, wanting to return at least a little of the thoughtfulness and devotion he’s shown me over the past couple weeks. He deserves it. He deserves everything.
“Roll over,” I whisper against the skin of his back.
He is trembling and gasping as I smooth my hands up his thighs, closer and closer to where I know he wants them…and then I pass right by. I let my damp hair graze his shaft as I move up his body, and he shudders. I slowly rub the lotion into his abs and then his chest, where I can feel his heart pounding. Then I lower myself down until my lips are a mere inch above his cock. My hand hovers over his pulsing member, so close I can feel the heat coming off it…and then I rub some lotion into his right hip.
Sweat breaks out over his forehead. I pump the bottle for more lotion. My hand hovers over him again for just a second before I graze it on the way to his left hip.
His hand is like a vise around mine. “My skin is beyond moisturized now.”
“Maybe?” I can’t quite hold back my smirk anymore. “I may have to start over again, to be sure.”
