Page 41 of Until Tomorrow
“God, I missed this.” He kissed me once as he flexed his hips. I whimpered because…good God. I needed him to move.I needed more.
The pace he set was steady, his hard length stroking against that spot guaranteed to turn me delirious. His warm breath fanned across my face. My breath became his, his groans echoed mine. Each thrust was overwhelming perfection that threatened to ruin me.
The wild and uncontrollable build-up coiled through my core. My hands ran zthe length of his back, nails digging into his broad muscles. Every breath I took filled my lungs with the spicy musk of his cologne until I was utterly and wholly consumed by him. It was more than enough to be completely obliterated by him, my orgasm ripping through me as I screamed his name. His teeth sank into my shoulder. The sound I made was unintelligible as the slight pain heightened the waves crashing through me.
Thegrip he had on my hip tightened when my muscles clamped down on his dick, pulsating hard around him.
“Let go, Logan,” I encouraged, breathless and pleading. I wanted to feel him come inside me—to fill me. “Please.”
His thrusts turned frantic and intense, hips driving hard against mine. Grunting, he went rigid, and his cock jerked inside me. My fingers dug into his ass as I held him close, wanting every drop of his cum.
“Fuck,” Logan whispered, the word barely passing through his lips. He kissed my shoulder and ran the flat of his tongue over the teeth marks, soothing and gentle. I brushed my fingers through his hair and kissed his temple.
His arm snaked under my back, and he rolled, dragging me with him. A yelp and a small giggle spilled from me as he manhandled me in the most gentle way possible. I settled against his chest, pressing my ear over his heart. My eyes shut for a moment as I lost myself in the thrumming of his heartbeat.I loved this sound.
“So,” I began, smiling against his chest, “are we still on for Thursday?”
He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“It’s already on my schedule,” Logan said. “You know how I like to stick to my schedule, honey.”
“Two times in one week. What a scandal,” I teased. He didn’t reply. I glanced at him to see that his eyes were shut. Knowing how Logan had fretted about everything, I had a feeling he hadn’t slept well in weeks. I dragged the blanket up to my chin and snuggled into his side, letting sleep come.
Chapter 26
Logan
Ishould’vegonetowork, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the energy to. Emotional energy? Physical energy? I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was that I was drained and needed a break.
I also had a desperate need to get our home back to normal and then some. While I couldn’t infuse the walls of every room with all the things that were Eva, I could work on a plan for that. I tried to keep a list of the different ways we could change the house to reflect her, but the more I did, the more I realized… I didn’t know Eva. I didn’t know what she liked anymore.
At one point, she’d been a die-hard music buff—old records and band t-shirts had been her thing. But now? Did she even listen to rock music anymore? There was no sign of that part of her anymore.
It was the same with art. Our first house had been covered in charcoal sketches and eclectic art she collected from local artists. She’d rotated art around the house, there had been sketchbooks and charcoal chunks all over the place, and every room had inspired something different. Everything here was bland and meant to coordinate with the furniture—meant to appeal to our rare guests rather than express my wife’s creative phases.
Somehow, the wild and vibrant girl who bent for no one had turned into a tamed and sophisticated woman who was a carbon copy of the women in the social circles we inhabited. Had I let that happen? Encouraged it? Pushed her to it? How had I completely lost sight of my wife?
While she showered and got ready for the day, I hyper-focused on those thoughts. I replayed the years in my head as I tried to figure out when she’d changed so much—when she’d lost herself. While I did, I cleaned the living room for her, putting the bedding in the wash and putting the furniture back. The least I could do was give her some semblance of normal. All the chaos was my fault, to begin with.
When I heard the hair dryer turn on, I started breakfast. Neither of us was an exceptional cook, but I did enjoy making breakfast. It wasn’t five-star restaurant quality, but spinach and mushroom omelets were better than cereal straight out of a box. I felt my heart stutter in my chest as she came out of the bedroom. Dark hair, soft and blown out, a long skirt swishing around her ankles, and a happy smile.God, she was stunning.
“You didn’t have to cook,” Eva said, sliding onto a stool at the island. “We could’ve gone out to eat.”
“I like cooking for you,” I replied. I set her plate in front of her and joined her with one for me. “Besides, I don’t want to get dressed to go out for breakfast.”
“That’s fair.” She moaned as she took a bite, and the sound went straight to my dick. “Forget eating out, this is amazing.”
“Good.” I took a bite. It was mediocre at best, but I was happy she enjoyed it. “I can’t promise I’ll cook lunch or dinner, but we’ll see where we’re at when the time comes.”
I truly had no idea what we were doing today. For the first time in my life, I was winging my day. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have the mental capacity for anything else. The weight of everything was heavy.
“So,” Eva began as she set her fork down, “the app I think you and I should use is calledTumble.”
I faltered. The last thing I was thinking about was dating apps and all that shit. I knew I needed to, considering everything that had happened, but my brain hadn’t begun to formulate comprehensive thoughts on it.
“Oh, we’re jumping right into this,” I murmured. Setting my fork down, I sighed as I faced her.
“The only way you’ll figure this out, Logan, is if you actually go out and do the thing,” she said. “I know it’s scary, and it’s a big change, but I know you need to do this.”
