Page 46 of One More Chance
“Here we are,” he said, gesturing to the clear pool of steaming water, the glacial mountain stream gurgled past them.
“I thought it would be bigger.” The spring was about the size of a large backyard hot tub.
“That’s what she said,” he grinned and laughed at his own joke.
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile. “Your hockey team must love you, Mr. Immature.” She leaned into him playfully and wondered if she was going to have to make the first move again. Her heart leapedinto her throat as Logan pulled her feet onto his lap and tugged off her socks. It wasn’t the most romantic maneuver but the feel of his hands on her feet was more sensual than if he had taken off her shirt. He rolled up her jeans and tugged off his own socks and pulled his jeans up over his knees before he stepped into the hot spring.
He held Charlotte’s left foot in his hand and kissed the top before gently submerging it into the hot water. Charlotte grimaced as heat prickled her skin.
“You okay?” Logan asked.
“It’s hot,” she smiled and saw the smirk on his face. “It’s hotter than I expected,” she clarified.
“But you’re warm now, right?” Logan asked. Charlotte realized that the blanket had fallen from her shoulders and the heat on her feet had warmed her entire body.
“Have you ever heard of cryotherapy?” Logan asked.
“I have, but I haven’t tried it. I don’t think I like the idea of freezing myself.”
“I used to do it after practice. It sucks, but it fixed my aches and pains like nothing else.”
“Are bathtubs full of ice out of fashion now?” Charlotte asked, relaxing as her feet became accustomed to the heat of the spring water.
“We still do those too.” Logan took off his hat and tossed it onto the rock beside Charlotte. He pulled his shirt over his head and Charlotte stared at his washboard abs. They were better than any anatomical drawing she had ever seen, and his were more like an eight pack. The V of his lower abs was clearly defined, and her eyes followed those lines until they disappeared into the waistline of his jeans.
“Do you trust me, Billie Jo?” he grabbed her hand and together they stepped into the water.
“I do.” Charlotte had become successful in an industry full of deceit, lies, and backstabbing. She couldn’t remember the last time that she fully trusted anyone, but looking into Logan’s eyes, she would’ve let him lead her anywhere.
Logan leaned in to kiss her on her neck, the warmth of his breath contrasting with the cold air sent a shiver down her spine. He ran his hands down the side of her torso and gripped the bottom of her sweater as he balled the fabric in his fists as he pulled her closer to kiss her. He tugged her sweater up and over her head and Charlotte raised her arms to help. He held the sweater against her ass as he pulled her back to kiss her again. Charlotte was conflicted. She wanted more of him, but at the same time, she would’ve been content standing amongst the rotten egg smell, cuddled into Logan’s Brush’s chest, while his lips explored her cheeks, neck, and collarbone.
Logan slid his hands under Charlotte’s arms and lifted her out of the hot spring. He spread the blanket out on the rock and pulled her down to the ground and crawled over her, pressing his body against hers. Then he knelt back so he could undo the top button and zipper on her jeans, revealing the sexy black lace underwear Charlotte had selected ‘just in case.’ He looked up at her and smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the side of her jeans and pulled them down over her round ass. Charlotte pressed her feet into the rocks and lifted her hips to help the denim slide down her legs.
Her breath was coming hard and fast as Logan pressed his lips to the front of the black lace, but when she felt his hot breath between her legs, she practically melted.
“It would be a shame to get these wet. They look very expensive,” he gazed up at her from her waist. She nodded and he pulled her panties down and slid them off her ankles. He tossed them onto the pile of Charlotte’s clothes. Charlotte was wet and aching for Logan. As he stood to pull off his pants and boxers, she unhooked her bra, her nipples puckered in the cool breeze that danced around her body and between her legs. Logan stood to pull off his pants and boxers and the second they hit the pile of clothes, Charlotte wrapped her arms around him grasping his round ass and kissed the top of his thighs. The steam from the hot spring swirled around them, providing a thin veil of modesty as she kissed one side of Logan’s sculpted V, his lower abs, and then the other side, brushing her lips against him as she passed by. She could feel him trembling and while she wanted to make him moan by plunging his rock-hard cock into her mouth, she was going to take her time with him.
“I’m only going to last two seconds if you put those pretty lips of yours on my cock.” His hand was tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck. He dropped to his knees to kiss her, then pressed his hand between her breasts pushing her to the ground. He kissed her dark brown nipples before continuing on down her body. His lips left a trail of goosebumps from her collarbone to her lower belly. Charlotte squirmed on the rock as she felt his breath and stubble tickling her inner thighs. Her fingertips splayed, gripping a ridge in the rock and held on for death life as Logan’s warm breath gave way to his even warmer mouth.
“Oh, Logan,” she gasped and propped herself up on her elbows.
Logan gazed up at her and pressed back down onto the blanket. “Relax.”
Charlotte glanced around to ensure there were no prying eyes and then fully gave herself to Logan, relaxing her body into his touch. She rested her fingertips in his thick hair and closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for Logan’s lips and tongue to bring Charlotte to her first orgasm of the day. “Oh, my god, Logan,” she moaned and writhed as the wave of her orgasm grew and receded until it finally crashed over her body, leaving her gasping for air. She fell back limp and satisfied and trailed her fingertips across her heaving chest while she caught her breath.
“That was amazing.” Her arms shook but she was able to push herself up to kiss his smiling face. Logan stood up and reached for her hand. She hugged him tightly, the orgasmic haze still tingling through her body. His chest felt like it was meant for her head, and she closed her eyes and held him tightly while listening to his heartbeat.
“You’re cold,” Logan said and ran his hands briskly up and down her arms.
Charlotte realized that she was shivering. “I don’t feel cold.”
“Come on, get in,” Logan took a step backward into the steaming pool of water. He held out his hand and Charlotte placed hers in his.
“Wait, Logan,” she leaned back and resisted his helping hand.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want to feel you inside of me.” Charlotte had never uttered anything truer in her life.
