Page 69 of One Night Seduction

“Goddamnit. You’re so perfect. You take me so fucking well,” he groans.

I want to tell him how perfect he is, how perfectly we fit together, but instead, I bury my face into the pillows, riding out every wave of pleasure that overtakes me.

Logan takes it slow at first, allowing me time to get used to him before he begins savagely thrusting inside me. My mouth drops open when he hits a spot that I love and I push my ass into him, begging for more.

His thrusts line up with the rhythm of my fingers perfectly and in the same breath, we fall apart together. I feel my pussy and ass spasm as my orgasm washes over me and Logan’s muffled groans nearly shake the walls of this room. His cock pulses inside my ass as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper. Christ, at this point I’m going to be drowning in his cum.

Something tells me that’s the idea.

We fall apart into a heap of limbs, gasping for breath as the high from our orgasm fills our heads. We lay there for a few more seconds before Logan slowly pulls out of me and stands to his feet. He pulls off his shirt and pushes his jeans all the way off before scooping me into his arms. I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, but he makes quick work of tossing those to the side before he’s leading us into the bathroom.

With one hand, he starts the shower, walking us into it once it’s warm enough. He presses me against the wall before resting his head into my neck. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. We just stay like that in perfect silence, my fingers slowly scratching his head. He sinks into my touchlike he’s never felt anything like it before pulling away from me and looking deep into my eyes.

“I hope you’re ready for this, Arianna. I’ve been trying to hold myself back, slow this thing between us down, but I’m afraid I see no stopping now.”

A soft smile passes across my face.

“This was you trying to hold yourself back?”

An amused sound escapes him as he presses his mouth to mine, his lips moving softly, our tongues tangling together languidly before he pulls away. A feeling of disappointment washes over me at the missed connection before he changes the water from shower to bath, plugging the drain and lowering us down. It’s not a huge bath, so it’s a tight squeeze, but I end up cradled in his lap which I can’t deny is a pretty fantastic place to be.

As the water begins to rise, Logan reaches up for the body wash, squirting some into the water and creating a bubbly bath all around us. He begins cupping the soapy water over my body, massaging every inch of my skin. I sink into his gentle touch, such a sharp contrast from the firm and harsh touches that I just experienced. That’s the beauty of it, though. It’s a perfect balance. He’s rough and doting. Stern and kind. He’s a perfect storm, and no matter which version he is in that moment, I never doubt that I’m not the most important thing to him.

I don’t remember closing my eyes or falling asleep. All I can feel is his hands on me, the hot soapy water filling up inch by inch and slowly, my eyes flutter closed.

Chapter Twenty Four

Logan

It felt nearly impossible to leave Arianna alone in her bed after she fell asleep in my arms. I held her in that bath until the water ran cold, and then I got us out, drying us both off with a towel before tucking her into her sheets. I peppered her face with kisses and promised her things I don’t think she’s ready to hear consciously. Then, I went back to my room where I found Tyson hogging the entire bed. I smacked him in the head, and he woke up just enough to roll all the way to the wall. Good enough. At least I knew if he was sleeping in my room, he wouldn’t sneak into Arianna’s.

Goddamnit. I’m starting to feel like a piece of shit for thinking so low of him. I know he wouldn’t do that, especially if Arianna has expressed disinterest in him. I was definitely not sleeping when they were talking at the hotel in Leavenworth. I need to give him the trust he has earned and deserves. It’s just so much easier to operate under the guise that everyone is against you and out to get you. He isn’t the prosecutor, though, he’s not a judge. He’s my little brother. We’re all each other has in this world, and I need to step up and start acting like it.

I’m getting out of the shower the next morning, sliding on a pair of jeans when I feel something in my pocket. Pulling out the scraps of red lace, I smirk to myself. Almost forgot I took these as a memento last night. Tucking them back into my pocket, I pull on a black button down because jeans are about as casual as I can get.

Tyson steps into the room, towel around his waist from using the downstairs shower, and looks at me with a suspicious gaze.

“What are you smiling about?”

I school my expression before shaking my head.

“Nothing.”

Tyson sighs, shaking his head before moving to his bag. I didn’t realize he already brought it in here.

“She’ll do that,” he says as he begins getting dressed.

“Do what?”

“Make you smile for no goddamn reason. Give you a reason to smile for no reason. She just has this…light about her,” he says with a ghost of a smile, though it falls when his eyes come to me.

“Ty…” I trail off, frowning as I look at my little brother.

He shrugs like he doesn’t care when we both know that’s a lie.

“No hard feelings, bro. I get it. You saw her first, she chose you. I’m good. We’re all good.”

I don’t say anything, mainly because I don’t know what to say. As a good brother, shouldn’t I want to step aside? Let him be happy and have the girl? Because I don’t and I won’t. I’ll give him whatever he wants in the whole world. Anything but her.

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