Sam smiled, recognizing the demand in his tone. It was subtle, but it was there.
Without hesitation, she shifted so that she was straddling his legs, her skirt riding high on her thighs. She’d long ago stopped playing coy, stopped pretending they weren’t going to grope the hell out of one another when they’d been apart for any period of time. That was one aspect of their relationship she didn’t take for granted. She knew it wasn’t the case for all married people, so she was grateful their lust for one another still burned hot.
“Did you have a good time?”
“The best.” She slid her hands over his shoulders, loving the contours of his big body. “What about you? You have a good time while I was gone?”
His eyes met hers, twinkled with mischief. “I did.”
“Do you plan to tell me about it?”
Logan’s hands settled on her thighs, grazing her skin as they moved higher, beneath the skirt she’d worn just in case her husband was too eager to get her out of her shorts when she got home. Little did she know when she’d selected the outfit that it would come in handy on the drive there.
“If you don’t have panties on, I’m going to spank your pretty little ass,” he growled softly, his hands venturing higher.
“I wasn’t about to get on an airplane without them.”
“That’s too bad. Now give me that mouth.”
“Only if you tell me what happened.”
“Kiss me first,” he said with a smirk. “Then I’ll consider it.”
When she leaned in, his lips brushed hers as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic edge of her panties. There was never any wasted time with this man. When he had his sights set on something, he wasn’t hesitant to take it.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her cleft. “And hot.”
She tried to remain stoic, but his wandering fingers made it impossible. She wanted to hear what had happened, but resisting Logan wasn’t an option. Sam sighed as he teased her lightly, his thumb grazing her clit as he stared up at her, obviously watching her reactions.
He slipped one finger inside her. “Ride my finger.”
“Tell me what happened while I was gone,” she retorted. Tit for tat and all that.
He added another finger.
She gently rocked her hips to appease him.
“I missed you,” he rumbled, still staring up at her.
“Tell me,” she repeated, desperate for him to reveal what had transpired between them. She’d thought about it endlessly, which was likely part of the reason she was so hot and bothered now.
His fingers retreated, and his thumbs began to gently knead her labia. “We ate, showered, and did all the normal things we do when you’re not home.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Did you do any of those things together?”
“We had dinner.”
She canted her head to the side. “You know what I mean.”
Logan’s expression remained cool and reserved even though he was sliding his fingers along the slick seam of her pussy lips, tapping her clit because he knew it drove her crazy. “I don’t, actually. I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
“Did you shower with Eli?”
“I did not,” he said as his thumb pressed to her clit.
She inhaled sharply, enjoying the circular motion as he excited the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Did you touch him while you were in bed?”
