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He leaned forward and slipped his tongue under her hood to flick over her clit. A gentle rasp of beard framed the slick wetness of his tongue. The mix of textures made her shiver. She slid her fingers into the long strands of his hair that had grown out since… She shut her eyes against the thought.
It didn’t belong here.
Not in this one moment where they needed to reconnect.
Thick, silky hair flowed between her sensitive fingers, giving him a boyish look that he otherwise clipped and styled away. The beard softened his angular jawline, emphasized the freckles that dotted his face, made his eyes glow against the reddish-gold warmth of him.
A man full of charisma and playfulness lurking under the strain of what they’d lived through. He was both, and he was each of them at different times. Right now, he was laser focus with an arsenal of weapons that were tailor made to fight against all her walls.
He turned his head slightly and slipped inside of her. Her head fell back and her fingers tightened in his hair. His wicked tongue glided around her clit and massaged inside of her lips in a way that was familiar and strange all at the same time.
Like the first time and the last time had crossed wires and created something new out of their experience. His hands came around to each cheek and held her there as he sucked and licked and found the pathway to the first breakthrough of pleasure in so very long.
She didn’t even know how to let out a groan. The needs were scrambled under the loss until it smothered the pain and her thighs shook. The cry came out on a surprised rush. She couldn’t drag in enough air, couldn’t think, and couldn’t find her way up.
Until his fingers laced with hers and dragged her hands behind her. Her ribs pulled a little, but it wasn’t in pain. It was as if he was stretching her open and showing her how to fill back up again.
He was filling her up again.
Logan.
Her Logan.
Twenty-Six
Logan drank her down. He watched from his crouched position, held onto her and wouldn’t let her sway or fall. Each pulse of her around his tongue urged him for more. The blanket need to take her, show her, invade her was raging in his head.
He tamped that part of himself down. Because that’s not what she needed right then. He needed to stamp himself on her, but he knew it was because she’d been gone for so long.
She’d been there, with him for weeks. But so separate it was as if she was on another plane. Until now. She was here. Finally here with him in a way she hadn’t been before. Different, but the same. His, but changed. Found, but still a little lost.
And the lost part needed to be nurtured. So he ignored the hammering cock that was primed for a long, hard fuck. He pulled back and found the part of him that wanted the gentle and the quiet.
Through the last shiver, he lapped up her honeyed sweet taste then stood and let her sway against his chest. He led her over to the tub and turned on the water. With huge eyes, she reached for his aching cock.
He folded his hand over hers and they both stroked the length of him. The urgency slowly banked and he was able to sigh as her thumb brushed under the head of his cock. He enjoyed her tentative touch for once.
Izzy knew how to handle him, but this
Isabella was a little unsure. And when the water hit the midpoint, he turned the stream to a trickle. He helped her out of the last of her clothes and stepped into the tub with her.
With the softness of the water and her curious touch, they both learned each other’s bodies again. The new scars they both had, the shivers of pleasure that hid under the pain, and finally a comfort he hadn’t been prepared to find. All too often the passion between them flared hot and bright. They were always reaching for that pinnacle as if it were going to be snatched away. More like it fought its way into dominance from one or the other of them.
They enjoyed the after. Always. There was nothing more amazing than Izzy after they went a round or seven. All loose and cuddly with her soft skin and quiet voice in the night. But this was a slow glide that was more about comfort than anything else.
They needed this.
And he was determined to be everything she needed.
Suds foamed between them as she covered her knot of netted fluff with bath soap and washed him. Slow swirling strokes whisked away layers of sweat and dirt, harsh words and days of silence.
She was so intent on her job that when he lifted her chin to meet his gaze, she seemed mildly surprised. Then there was the secret smile he loved more than life. That way she softened just for him that he craved enough to take it on a video chat on their phones if need be.
The smile he hadn’t seen in so long.
He leaned forward and tasted that smile. Slid her down his thighs in the tub until she fit against his belly, her breasts sudsy from contact with his chest. His cock slid against her lips, but didn’t glide inside her. Instead he saw the flash of discomfort in the pleasure.
She may want him, but her body still wasn’t quite ready to perform the gymnastic event that making love in a tub or shower required. He stilled her rocking hips and washed her back instead.
