Page 25 of Indulge

Logan lay draped over me, his head resting between my breasts. I was still covered in baby oil but that didn’t matter. I felt at peace with him here in my arms. Everything felt good—right.

We lay there for a long time until my leg started to cramp. “Sir?”

He raised his head and shifted forward a little to give me a kiss. “Come on. Let’s grab a shower.”

The cover on the bed was a bit of a mess from the oil. Logan didn’t seem all that concerned, however, and said he’d asked for a spare set of blankets and sheets.

My legs were shaky as we made our way downstairs. I held onto the handrail with one hand and Logan with the other. He seemed to sense how unsteady I was. I think the blood was still trying to find its way back to my brain after that climax. Whenever we played—really played—my orgasms tended to be extremely powerful. I’d never screamed through an orgasm before Logan.

For the third time that day, I stepped into the large glass shower stall. Logan got in behind me and reached to turn on the water before wrapping his arms around me. He held me close as the water warmed up. I felt safe, protected, loved.

“This is my favorite part,” I whispered against his neck.

His chest vibrated beneath my cheek. “I’ll have to remember that. Skip the orgasms and go right to the cuddling.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said as I gave his side a gentle pinch.

That only made him laugh harder.

“What did you mean, then?” Logan stepped under the spray, pulling me with him.

I sighed as he separated the strands of my hair. “Being with you like this after we’ve had such an intense session. Everything feels like so much more. Every time you touch me I feel like I’m sharing a part of myself with you.”

He ghosted his lips along my jaw. “It’s the same for me, Lily.”

When I looked into his eyes I got lost in their depths. “Let me wash you?”

One side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. “Your legs aren’t going to give out on you, are they?”

Even as he asked the question, he loosened his hold on me. “If they do, I’m sure you’ll be there to catch me.”

“Always.”

I took the body wash and began spreading it over his shoulders and arms. We were going back tomorrow to our lives... to reality. He would go back to work and so would I.

“What’s wrong, Lily?” he asked, placing a hand under my chin.

Shrugging, I shook my head. “I was just thinking about tomorrow.”

“Ah.” Logan rubbed his thumb along my cheek and then cupped the back of my head with his hand. He bent to kiss me, trapping my hands between us. “We can do this again anytime you want.”

“What if I want it every weekend?” I asked, putting it out there.

He hesitated and I started to grow nervous. I didn’t want him to feel as if I was pushing him into this. This weekend was supposed to be an experiment. Even though he’d seemed to enjoy it, that didn’t necessarily mean he’d want to repeat it on a weekly basis.

I was about ready to tell him to forget I’d said anything when he spoke. “We’d have to talk about specifics.” I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. “Not now. After we get home. I’ll need some time to think about things and you do, too.”

Knowing Logan, he’d also want to talk things over with Stephan. If that meant we got more time like this when I could let go and focus solely on him, then I was all right with that. “I think that’s a good idea.”

Logan gave me another kiss and then picked up the body wash with a smirk. “My turn.”

After our shower, Logan found the extra set of sheets and blankets he’d requested and we changed them out. For the remainder of the evening we lay in bed drinking the rest of the white wine he’d opened earlier and talking.

By the time my eyelids began to droop, I was more content than I ever remembered feeling before. Logan was behind me, his arm draped over my stomach. I could feel his slow, even breaths fanning my hair and the comforting rhythm was what finally lulled me to sleep.

The sun woke me the next morning. That and featherlight kisses to my stomach. I opened my eyes to see the outline of Logan’s head underneath the covers.

I shifted a little and it must have been enough for him to know that I was awake because the next thing I knew, he was between my legs. Within minutes I was coming. I didn’t know if it was due to all the activity yesterday or not, but it hadn’t taken much to get me there—not that I was complaining.

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