Page 36 of Twisted Love

“Hold me while I sleep, asshole.” She mumbled and pushed her head into the space between his shoulder and neck. That meant he had to push his head up higher on the pillow, but if that was where she wanted to be, that’s where she’d be.

For the longest time, he was content to just hold her, to feel her heartbeat as he cupped her left breast in his palm. It soothed him, and for a little while, he slept beside her. His dreams were peaceful, despite the nightmare that had plagued him and the week he’d had, the worries that kept him on edge. He was tired, too tired to fight off sleep as he found peace at last, for the first time since the nightmare began to plague him again.

It was dark, quiet sleep, the restorative kind that he hadn’t had in a month now. The kind he always had with Keily in his arms. He wasn’t even sure why he’d left her that first night, he thought as he woke up in the early hours of dawn, the sunrise still only a glow on the horizon.

He slid out of the bed, made sure she was still asleep, and made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later he was in the kitchen brewing coffee in her French press and waiting to see what inspiration hit him. He had to go to the office later, but if he skipped his normal morning routine, he could wake her up and have her in his arms, wide awake and gasping in pleasure.

He drank the coffee, brushed his teeth with the toothbrush he’d left there, and went back to her bed. He slid in behind her once more and smiled when she moaned softly in delight. She might be asleep, but her body knew what it wanted.

Her nightgown, a white cotton slip really that came down to her knees, was hiked up over her hips. The feel of her smooth skin against his palm made his pulse pound as his mind whirled with other thoughts.

Logan held Keily in his arms and had to laugh at himself silently. Once upon a time, he’d have given anything to have a woman like Keily in his embrace. During his years at the university, he’d learned what it was like to want a woman. During his years after, he’d learned how to fuck women properly. He’d never wanted any of them the way he wanted her.

Still, it was nice to just hold her, which was something he’d never done with women, even in his younger days. He thought he’d never do such a thing, not until the first time he’d stayed over with Keily. Keily was amazingly sexy, even when she didn’t try to be, but she was also a source of comfort. He hadn’t realized just how much comfort he found in her until he was standing in the rubble of what had been the first building in his empire, wondering what to do next. He’d wanted to be with her then, but he couldn’t be. He was here now, though, and if she’d let him, he’d make the most of it.

She was sleeping, unaware of the world around her, but she still managed to grab his attention. He inhaled the scent of her hair shampoo and her perfume filling his nose. That scent spawned need low in his groin, but it wasn’t sexual need. It was a need to keep her close to him, to remind himself that she was really there, and this wasn’t a nightmare he’d soon wake up from.

He was hard for her, ready for her, but that wasn’t what he needed. Not yet. Keily whispered something in her sleep as he pressed into her, her body responding to the stimulus of his body behind her. The way she pressed back into him instinctively only made him harder, although he still didn’t want to wake her. Not yet.

This was Keily at her most vulnerable, at a moment when she was…his. Nobody else got to see this side of her or touch her like this. Only him. He hadn’t wanted to admit that was what he wanted for the longest time, to claim her as his own. But he couldn’t get away from the idea of it, the need for her to always be there for him. For her to always be his.

It wasn’t a good idea, he knew that, but that didn’t stop his heart from wanting it, his brain demanding it. He’d never been in love before, didn’t know if he was now, but he had to wonder. Did he love this woman?

He loved everything about her, the way she laughed, the way she smiled. The way she’d frown when she was unhappy about, or with, something. The determination she met life with was another thing he loved about her. She was still studying; he’d seen the books on her table, so he knew how determined she was. As if the determination to get the job he’d given her hadn’t been enough to prove that, he thought ruefully.

She was also spirited, adventurous, curious, and full of life. What else could he ask for besides the beauty she came by naturally? She didn’t even have to put makeup on, she was beautiful without it. She was everything he hadn’t known he wanted in a woman and for once…he was good with that.

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Logan

Keily’s warmth seeped into him as he held her. She surprised him when she turned and pushed her left leg between his, her breath hot against his neck. Now might be the time.

With a gentle touch, he pushed a hand under her nightgown, up to her breast to lightly stroke a nipple. Her body moved against him, slowly, but enough to make him groan quietly. Her head moved as his fingers grasped the tip tighter, her eyes on his. She was awake now.

“Don’t say anything just let me touch you.” He whispered, wanting to keep the peace of the moment.

Her answer was to push her breast deeper into his hand. He felt the warm glide of her left hand over his back, an answer to the question he hadn’t asked. She wanted him, that’s all that mattered.

He forgot about the last few weeks as he brought his lips to hers and lost himself in the world they created together.

Logan smiled against her lips when her hand moved up to cup his neck, to pull him closer to her. She couldn’t get enough either.

He moved to tuck her under his body, ready to take her, to be in her, but wanting to remind himself of every inch of her at the same time. It had been too long since he’d touched her like this, tasted her, smelled her.

She wanted to touch him, it seemed. Her hands roved, stroking him, massaging in places, before her right hand slid down his abdomen to the very part that needed her most right now. He gasped as her fingers closed around him, teased him with soft, short strokes.

He wanted to growl at her to stop, to not make him come because it had been too long and he needed her desperately, but he held the words back. Instead, he thrust into her hand, let her have what she wanted, while he gritted his teeth to hold back.

He couldn’t help a moan of appreciation when her tongue slid up to touch his throat, her lips a silky touch down his neck, before she sought out and found a nipple. Her tongue stroked the flat circle into a peak and he had to admit, he loved it when she did that. Fuck, he wanted to come, but he had to wait, had to make sure she got there first.

She sighed against his skin when he thrust into her hand a little harder, a little faster, urging her to get on with it or to stop. She was driving him crazy.

Her right hand moved, dug into the round flesh of his ass to drive him into her hand and his patience snapped. That simple touch broke his will as the other touches hadn’t. He needed to calm down, he knew that, and instead of driving into her, he moved down her body, pushing the nightgown up over her breasts,

If she wanted to play, he’d play.

He moved down between her thighs, his lips almost grazing the damp skin that glistened in the early sunlight. But first, he cupped her breasts, eager to hear the sounds that only Keily could make for him. She gave a grunt of protest when he hovered over her skin, his hands only cupping the round flesh of breasts.