Page 28 of Liberated By the Logger

Aspen gives me a pointed look. “And why are my clothes in the dryer?”

“They were soaked.” Why is she asking me about something obvious? My eyes scan her head for any injuries I may have missed. “Did you hit your head, too?”

“I’m not concussed, Brose. Why am I wearing your shirt? Did you undress me?”

Ah. Right. I’m going to need to tread lightly.

“You were shaking from the cold. I was concerned you were experiencing hypothermia. My only focus was to get you warm fast.”

“By removing all my clothes and dressing me in something dry,” Aspen states matter of fact.

“Yes, after I took us in the shower.” There. That wasn’t too bad.

My woman does a double-take. “We showered together?!”

Mayday! Mayday! I need to defend my reasoning quick.

“It was the fastest way to get you warm. I kept my jeans on to give you a barrier, washed you down, and dressed you as fast as I could.”

Aspen purses her lips. “I see. So you saw me naked first.”

“I averted my eyes as much as I could,” I admit, recalling her perfect body exposed on my bed. “And then I moved you to the couch, placed you in front of the fire, and covered you with my blanket.”

Aspen is quiet for a moment. “How long was I sleeping?”

“Maybe an hour. I cleaned up the floors and bathroom before working on the chili.”

“And then you went back into the shower to take care of yourself.” She’s not asking, but stating the facts.

“My focus was on you the first time in there. I still needed to clean the day off of me.”

Aspen sets her drink down on the end table beside her before turning back to me, her eyes hooded in a come hither way. “Are you sure your focus wasn’t on me your second time in the shower?”

Oh, darlin’. You have no idea what you’ve unlocked.

Draining my glass, I set it down before giving her my honest answer. “Yes, I was imagining you with me while I worked my cock.”

Her mouth parts on a sexy little gasp. She swallows loudly before asking, “And what exactly were you imagining us doing?”

I smirk, happy she’s curious. “I was imagining you splayed beneath me while I licked my way up your body to that pretty little cunt between your legs.”

Aspen whimpers, clamping her legs shut with my hand caught between them.

Too late. I already smell her heady musk thickening the air between us. She’s turned on, and I’m betting she’s already dripping with her arousal.

I’m an opportunistic man. If I see something is working, I keep running with it.

Slowly, I pry her one leg away from the other as I say, “I imagined your pussy all wet and slippery, eager for my tongue before I buried my face between your legs, eating you within an inch of your life.”

My woman’s luminous skin flushes a deep shade of red, even in the muted light of the fire glowing in the embers. Either she is shy or super inexperienced—maybe both. It rattles the cage of the feral beast I have locked away inside, eager to test my theory on her.

Leaning in, I run my hand further up her toned thigh as I continue sharing my daydream.

“You tasted sweet, filling my mouth with your cream as you screamed, ‘More. Just like that.’”

“Jesus Christ,” Aspen whispers, her thighs shaking under my touch. She’s affected by me as I much as I am by her.

My hand creeps up further, close enough to her apex to feel the dewy heat of her wanton snatch against my skin.