one I had.
I was lost in my thoughts, not realizing that Logan had awakened.
“Hey,” he said softly, his eyes soft and warm as he watched me.
“Hey, yourself. I guess you finally decided to wake up.”
He smiled, and I felt myself break a little inside at the sweetness of it. He couldn’t have betrayed me. He couldn’t have.
“I had an amazing dream that I was with this beautiful woman, and we made love to each other in ways I never imagined. I didn’t want to wake up.” He reached over and caressed my cheek. “Then I realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was real life, so then I couldn’t wait to wake up.”
I pushed his shoulder, trying to laugh but my voice broke with emotion. “If you think you’re getting laid again this morning with that line, you’re wrong. I’m too sore to do anything but lie here.”
Logan grinned, but then got a serious look on his face. “Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He reached down and stroked me gently between my legs. “Does it hurt at all?”
“Logan,” I protested, feeling a little awkward by his touch. It was one thing for him to do that in the heat of the moment, but he was doing it so matter-of-factly now in the light of day.
He quirked his mouth. “I think it’s a little too late to be shy. I just want to make sure my baby’s pussy is okay.”
“Logan!” I laughed, feeling embarrassed, yet pleased, by his words. It made me happy that our intimacy wasn’t just based on desire, but also care and concern for each other. I wished so much that I could have been there for Logan when he was in the hospital in L.A.
I stopped that train of thought before I could get any further, not wanting to think about who had been there for him. “I promise I’m okay. A little sore, but that’s all.”
“Good.” Logan looked at the clock on the bedside table and sighed. “As much as I would like to take advantage of you again this morning, I have an early meeting.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before getting out of bed. I watched him, admiring his long, leanly muscled naked body. He grinned at me as I made a sound of approval. “We’re staying here again tonight, right?”
As much as I wanted to spend time with him, I didn’t know how long I could keep up the charade of things being okay. It was one thing when we were in the throes of passion—I could forget about it then. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to pretend like I wasn’t in inner turmoil for an extended period of time, never mind a whole weekend. I decided to lie.
“Actually, I think I should spend the weekend at my place. Alone.” I quickly continued to speak when I saw Logan’s face darken. “Emily is going through some stuff right now and I think she needs a girl’s weekend. She’s confused about her job and her love life and she needs to talk about it.”
Logan frowned. “You need a whole weekend for that?”
“I just think I should spend tonight and Saturday with her. I’ll come over Saturday night and spend the night here, though.” I wrinkled my nose. “Come to think of it, I told her I would have brunch with her on Sunday, too.” I frowned at Logan’s exasperated look, hoping he didn’t see through my excuses. “I’ve been spending so little time with her lately since we’re always together.”
His expression tightened. “I didn’t think that was a problem.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, trying to hide my frustration. “I just meant that Emily and I used to spend a lot of time together before our relationship. Now, I’m lucky if I get to see her once every other week since she’s so busy at work and traveling all the time.”
Logan had a stubborn look on his face. “Tonight is good enough. She doesn’t get you Saturday and Sunday too. If you want to spend time with her that badly, just tell her to come over here on Saturday or Sunday and I’ll make us brunch.”
Now it was more than a matter of wanting to have
I was lost in my thoughts, not realizing that Logan had awakened.
“Hey,” he said softly, his eyes soft and warm as he watched me.
“Hey, yourself. I guess you finally decided to wake up.”
He smiled, and I felt myself break a little inside at the sweetness of it. He couldn’t have betrayed me. He couldn’t have.
“I had an amazing dream that I was with this beautiful woman, and we made love to each other in ways I never imagined. I didn’t want to wake up.” He reached over and caressed my cheek. “Then I realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was real life, so then I couldn’t wait to wake up.”
I pushed his shoulder, trying to laugh but my voice broke with emotion. “If you think you’re getting laid again this morning with that line, you’re wrong. I’m too sore to do anything but lie here.”
Logan grinned, but then got a serious look on his face. “Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He reached down and stroked me gently between my legs. “Does it hurt at all?”
“Logan,” I protested, feeling a little awkward by his touch. It was one thing for him to do that in the heat of the moment, but he was doing it so matter-of-factly now in the light of day.
He quirked his mouth. “I think it’s a little too late to be shy. I just want to make sure my baby’s pussy is okay.”
“Logan!” I laughed, feeling embarrassed, yet pleased, by his words. It made me happy that our intimacy wasn’t just based on desire, but also care and concern for each other. I wished so much that I could have been there for Logan when he was in the hospital in L.A.
I stopped that train of thought before I could get any further, not wanting to think about who had been there for him. “I promise I’m okay. A little sore, but that’s all.”
“Good.” Logan looked at the clock on the bedside table and sighed. “As much as I would like to take advantage of you again this morning, I have an early meeting.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before getting out of bed. I watched him, admiring his long, leanly muscled naked body. He grinned at me as I made a sound of approval. “We’re staying here again tonight, right?”
As much as I wanted to spend time with him, I didn’t know how long I could keep up the charade of things being okay. It was one thing when we were in the throes of passion—I could forget about it then. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to pretend like I wasn’t in inner turmoil for an extended period of time, never mind a whole weekend. I decided to lie.
“Actually, I think I should spend the weekend at my place. Alone.” I quickly continued to speak when I saw Logan’s face darken. “Emily is going through some stuff right now and I think she needs a girl’s weekend. She’s confused about her job and her love life and she needs to talk about it.”
Logan frowned. “You need a whole weekend for that?”
“I just think I should spend tonight and Saturday with her. I’ll come over Saturday night and spend the night here, though.” I wrinkled my nose. “Come to think of it, I told her I would have brunch with her on Sunday, too.” I frowned at Logan’s exasperated look, hoping he didn’t see through my excuses. “I’ve been spending so little time with her lately since we’re always together.”
His expression tightened. “I didn’t think that was a problem.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, trying to hide my frustration. “I just meant that Emily and I used to spend a lot of time together before our relationship. Now, I’m lucky if I get to see her once every other week since she’s so busy at work and traveling all the time.”
Logan had a stubborn look on his face. “Tonight is good enough. She doesn’t get you Saturday and Sunday too. If you want to spend time with her that badly, just tell her to come over here on Saturday or Sunday and I’ll make us brunch.”
Now it was more than a matter of wanting to have
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