Page 40 of Until Tomorrow
Most not all.There were some things I had to believe could’ve been avoided in life—wanted to believe that they didn’t need to happen. It was an irrational thought I clung to.
“And why do you think this happened this way?”
“Well, if you had never asked me for a divorce, I never would’ve realized just how intricately tied we are. If that never happened, I never would’ve ended up talking to Elliot about it, and he never would’ve convinced me to start small. I never would’ve ended up in that coffee shop, nor would I have met Amelia. If I had never met Amelia, I never would’ve learned about polyamory. And if that never happened, we never would’ve gone to the seminar,” I explained. Yes, I’d thought a lot about this. “If you never asked for a divorce, we’d still be married. And I think that one day you would have woken up and hated me… resented me… or maybe blamed me as the reason why you never got the chance to better understand who you are.”
“I could never hate you, honey,” Logan whispered. I smiled sadly, something I knew he felt from the way his fingers moved with the slight curve of my lips. “Do you really think I could?”
“I’m afraid you’d make yourself miserable trying to make me happy,” I said. “It’s hard not to resent someone when that happens.”
His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear, and his knuckles trailed down the side of my neck. I tried not to shiver, but it always did something to me when he touched me like this. Heat pooled between my thighs, a blazing reminder of how long it’d been since he’d touched me in any capacity.
“May I kiss you?” The question was so quiet that I almost missed it.
“You never have to ask that,” I said. As soon as I said it, he shifted closer. His hand cupped the side of my neck, and his thumb tilted my face toward him. The brush of his lips against mine had me sighing with relief.Oh, I’d missed this. I’d missed him.
The first kiss was tentative as if he was unsure of what he was doing—unsure that it was okay despite my words. I leaned into him. Relished in his warmth and presence. I kissed him harder, and when his tongue ran over the seam of my lips, I opened to him eagerly.
Logan wasn’t an expressive man. He was kind and thoughtful where it mattered. However, expressing what he felt in words had never been his strong suit. But in his passion, he was certain. Every kiss bled with all the things he couldn’t say. When he kissed me, I never saw stars. I came home to a place that was safe and ours.
His hand smoothed down my back, and he pulled me closer, his body crowding mine. I melted into him. I loved the feel of his hard lines against my soft curves. We meshed together perfectly. My body lit up in response to his. My nipples pebbled against the silk of my pajamas, and the ache in my core had me squirming as I felt how his dick hardened.
His fingers tightened on my hip. Wrapping an arm around him, I rolled onto my back and took him with me. The chuckle he let out melted down my spine like liquid fire. Such a simple sound, but I loved it so much.
He settled between my thighs, the length of his dick pressed hard into my center. The feel of it made my need for him burn hotter. His fingers drifted under my top, tracing a scorching track across my skin.
“It’s not Thursday,” I teased. I understood why we had an intimacy schedule, as he called it. His work life was so busy that it was easy for thingsto get lost in the shuffle—sometimes I was among those things. By scheduling, he always made sure to be here and to be present.
“I’ve been ordered by Elliot to stop scheduling sex,” he retorted. His lips skated further down my neck as my back arched. “Apparently, I’m doing you a disservice by being so thorough.”
I laughed, snorting as I did. I loved my husband.
“I love you,” I told him breathlessly, the words turning into a sigh as his thumb brushed over my nipple. I wiggled under him. My knees rode higher over his hips, widening as he thrust slowly against me. The hard ridges of his cock created a delicious friction on my clit. I pressed up into him, gasping, “Too many clothes, Logan.”
“Shush now, honey.” He gave my nipple a light pinch and sent a spark of sensations rushing right to my core. “I have to be thorough.”
Anything else I was going to say was lost as his tongue ran up my neck, and he nipped at my ear. I moaned, loud and desperate for more from him.
In one swift movement, Logan rose to his knees. I followed, letting him pull my top over my head. His hands fell to my shoulders. Soft fingers trailed over my skin, creating a wave of goosebumps in their wake. His touch was slow and practically reverent as his hands traveled down my body.Oh, how I’d missed the way he appreciated my body.My head tipped back as his mouth found mine.
“Lie back for me, honey,” he whispered against my lips. I did as he asked, my fingers weaving through his hair as he moved with me. He ran his tongue over my nipple.Swirling, flicking, teasing.My breath came faster, and my heart galloped in my chest. I writhed and whimpered underneath him as he blew gently, the warmth of his breath just adding to his meticulous torture. He switched, giving the other side equal attention. “Open your legs for me, Eva.”
His hand inched up my inner thighs as I did as he wanted. Those long fingers slipped inside my shorts. I gasped, my hips rising against his hands as he ran his fingers through my wetness.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he murmured. His lips drifted along my jaw while he circled my clit. My back arched, and my head tipped back. I let out a loud moan, the rise in pleasure instant.
“More,” I begged. He liked me to be vocal and demanding—not afraid to speak up for what I wanted from him. His fingers moved faster, and I pulled in a sharp breath, my fist tightening in his hair.
I was hot and cold, tense and relaxed. All of it. All at the same time, as he worked every little bit of magic he knew about my body to push me over the edge.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted as I rode his hand. His mouth claimed mine, tongue driving through my lips, in a brutal kiss fueled by desire and time lost between us. I exploded. My body came alive in a cascade of overwhelming pleasure. He swallowed my cries while his strokes over my clit slowed to let me come down. I grabbed the waistline of his pants. “Now, please. Please, now. I want you, Logan.”
I didn’t have to ask twice—I never would. He kissed my sternum and traveled his way down my body, showering my sensitive skin with gentle affection. I let him undress me and did my best to be patient as he did the same. I missed the connection, his touch, the way he always maintained contact. That brief moment of separation was agonizing.
“Knees up, honey,” Logan said as he settled between my legs and braced over me. As I did, he gripped my thigh and guided me where he wanted. “Higher… just like that…”
In one fluid thrust, he buried his cock inside me with an appreciative groan. Stretching me. My muscles fluttered around him, pulsing with anticipation.Lord help me, I missed this man’s dick.Long and thick, he filled me completely.
“Oh…” I let out. My fingers dug into his back, desperate for something to cling to.
