And I did. I huddled into him and cried. I cried for the child I gave up and for what I could never have. I let out all my sorrow until the water ran cold. Logan picked me up and I locked my legs around his waist. I heard him fiddling with the taps until the water stopped. He placed me on my feet, making sure I was steady before he reached for a towel.
He dried my whole body, before wrapping the towel around my chest. He used a second towel to rub through my hair before he carried me to the bedroom. I watched him as he walked around his bedroom, pulling a draw open and taking something out. He pulled a soft white t-shirt over my head and led me to the bed.
“Sleep, Becky.”
I held his wrist knowing exactly what I wanted. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never again.” He sat on the bed next to me. “Even if you push me away, I will never leave you.”
“No.” I looked directly at him. “Stay with me now. I need you, Lo.”
Knowing he would protest and question what I wanted, I pulled him closer to me.
“Becky, you need to be sure.” He let me push him down next to me. “You’ve had an emotional day, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“We were going to do this. I still want it.” And I did. I knew from the moment I had slipped that dress over my body for the wedding that I wanted Logan. In my bed and in my heart, but we needed to take one step at a time. “I just need today to end with something good.”
Logan turned us so he was hovering on top of me. He lowered his mouth to mine. And as our lips touched, it was like I had been transported back in time.
His lips were still soft yet firm at the same time. His tongue tangled with mine and memories flowed through my mind of our time together. The nip to my lower lip was new. As was the groan as he pressed his erection into my belly. I remembered Logan, the boy. But the Logan that hovered above me? He was all man.
Chapter Ten
LOGAN
Kissing Bex was still one of my favorite things to do. The first time I kissed her had changed my life. I was almost thirteen and, in that moment, I knew I was kissing my wife. The first time we used tongue was not what I had expected. I almost came in my pants at that point. And all of that was still years before we had sex for the first time. Well, actual intercourse, at least. Before that we had learned much about each other’s bodies.
None of that compared to kissing her in my bed. Despite the circumstances. I knew she’d had a bad day. I figured when she stormed from the room that she needed to let things out.
What I didn’t expect was to hear her sobbing all the way from the living room. Dom and I shared a look and I told him not to worry. That I would handle it.
I wasn’t sure what I would find. The one thing I knew was that seeing Bex huddled on the floor off my shower crying, was not it. The sight of her crumpled like that tore my heart out. I knew we’d had a hard twenty-four hours and we both were waiting for Dom to break down. But obviously she needed to do so, as well. Going to her wasn’t even optional. It was mandatory. The only thing my brain told me to do.
And when she told me she wanted me, I wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her. Still, I needed to give her an out. She needed to know I would never forgive myself if she regretted things in the morning. I wanted to let her know I was not leaving. But that was a conversation for another day.
I pulled out of the kiss and lowered my mouth to her neck. A memory buried deep resurfaced and I smiled as my tongue snaked up her jaw to the spot just where her earlobe met her jawline.
The moan I was rewarded with, was satisfying as hell.
“You remembered.” Her voice was a harsh whisper.
“I remember everything about you, Becky.” I pushed myself lower as my mouth came level with her breasts. “I remember how your nipples darkened when they became hard. And I remember how you used to moan when I took them in my mouth.”
I was about to do just that when I paused.
Bex frowned at me. “What? Why’d you stop.”
“Becky, you need to be quiet. Dom is in the next room. We don’t want him scarred from hearing us.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, we’re used to having to be quiet. Now, it’s our teenage son. It used to be my parents we needed to be quiet for.”
That was the first time either of us had referred to Dom as our son. It wasn’t that I didn’t think he was. I just didn’t want to dishonor the people who had done the actual parenting. But that was something to unpack at another time.
Knowing she would be quiet, I took her nipple into my mouth. Slowly, I toyed with the hard peak, loving how she squirmed under me. I gave the same attention to the other breast.
“Lo, I need you now.” Her voice rough. “No more fucking foreplay.”
“Nah-uh.” I smiled. “I want to enjoy this.”
