Page 63 of Until You Found Me

“I’m sorry about today,” she blurts out. Better to jump right in instead of dancing around it.

“Why? You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I haven’t told you what I saw, not everything. There are parts I left out during the session. I don’t want you to think that it’s because I don’t trust you. That isn’t why.”

“I don’t think that and you’re not obligated to tell me everything.”

“But I want to. I’m so scared,” she whispers, stepping closer and reaching for his hand.

He pulls away before she can touch him and her heart sinks. “Don’t wanna get you dirty.”

“I don’t care about that.” When he takes her hand with a squeeze, she exhales softly, trying to find words that make sense and weave them together. “I’ll tell you when it isn’t so jumbled. I promise. I just don’t want you to worry, and you will.”

“Okay, now you’re scaring me. Is it something we have to take precautions about? Because I need to know about that to keep you safe.”

“No, no, it’s just a memory neither of us can do anything about. I still haven’t seen his face or remembered his name. Still can’t see the pieces that would put it all together. I need to sit on this for a while. Please.”

It’s for his own good, she tells herself again, but it’s only an excuse.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Whenever you’re ready, and you don’t have to apologize about any of this, I’m not so delicate. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.”

She did hurt him though, she’s certain of that.

“You okay otherwise? Today’s been a lot,” He brushes the hair off her face slowly enough that she has time to lean into his palm.

“I am now. You know I’m not moving into the dome again, right?”

“You’re not?” Relief flashes across his face, his fear plain to see.

“No, I’m not.” She smiles softly. “Not until you kick me out.”

“Not happening.”

He wants to kiss her, but he’s still wary. She told him not to touch her this morning and Logan is nothing if not respectful. He waits for her to take the lead, so she rises on tiptoes, cups his face, and presses her lips to his, leaving no room for doubt.

“Missed you all day,” she rumbles into another kiss, nipping at his lower lip. “Need you.”

Right now, she wants to feel alive, especially after the vision that still haunts her. Wants to reaffirm their bond after spending the day more disconnected than ever. They haven’t had sex since he flushed those pills down the toilet. She thought maybe this morning when he woke up spooning behind her, his cock slotting along the curve of her ass, but he rolled away and made breakfast instead. She didn’t question it. If he needs time, she can wait, but she can’t hide her desire for him either.

If they only make out in this dim workshed, she could still come just by rubbing against him, feeling his lips on hers and his clothed hips between her thighs.

Excitement sizzles in her veins when she feels the length of him harden against her lower belly. Her smile is quick when he reaches for the button on her pants. She helps him tug the fabric down and kicks them off her legs, then he back-walks her until she makes contact with the workbench.

Using both hands, he lifts her and settles her on the edge. It wobbles, and she laughs.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” he mumbles into the pulse point of her neck.

“I know you do.”

Her legs bend and curl around his hips, her kiss strong and encouraging, reluctant to let him go even to shove his own pants down to his ankles. He manages that part himself and she’s certain she’ll never tire of the sight of him. There are drops of precum on the swollen tip, the veins so pronounced she has to restrain herself from tracing a finger along the shaft to follow each path.

They won’t last long this time, either. He’s nearly there already, but nothing has ever made her feel more desired. She opens her legs wide in invitation, exposing herself to him and watching the heat flare in his eyes when his attention drops to gaze at her.

He holds himself in one hand and rubs the tip across her skin, nudging her opening in a tease before moving away again.

“Lemme try and make it good for you,” he says into the shell of her ear.

She bends her legs high on his ribs, wanting him inside her before he unravels, but he doesn’t push in. Instead, he gathers the wetness at her entrance on the head of his cock and drags it up to her clit, massaging her there in a slow, firm caress.

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