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He reached behind him for the handheld shower and let the warm water flow over her shoulders and neck, brought it around to her sensitive breasts. He followed the rinse with his tongue, sucking each nipple into his mouth for a thorough taste before easing her back.
The confusion on her face melted under the pleasure of the water as he helped her stand and washed away the last of the suds. Her head tipped back when he tucked the soft stream of the showerhead between her thighs to pulse against her.
Her topaz eyes went opaque as the orgasm blindsided her.
He flipped the drain open and stood with her. Rinsing off quickly, he reached for a towel and slung one around his hips then bundled her in another. With infinite care, he scooped her up and brought her to their room.
Fiona popped up from her perch on the bottom of the bed and jumped down to greet them. Izzy curled into him like she hadn’t done in weeks and he didn’t want to let her go.
For once, he wasn’t looking for words. The silence was easy and comforting. Words would have been too intrusive. He lowered her to the floor, tossed both their towels on the back of the chair near the bed, and urged her into bed.
It was still early, the sun had barely set, but it didn’t seem to matter. She slipped under the covers and he followed her. Conscious of the side she needed to sleep on because of her stitches, he slid his leg between hers and sighed as she nestled back into his body, pulling his arms around her.
“I love you, Logan.”
The lump in his chest took a long time to dissolve and he finally followed her into sleep.
In the buttery fingers of early dawn, she stirred against him. At first it was just a little restlessness. He slipped his palm down her hip and over her belly to ease her. Holding her close was addictive and he wasn’t ready to wake up and face the day.
A few moments later, her hips undulated against him, brushing back and forth along the tops of his thighs. She laced her fingers over the top of his, her nails teasing his palms as she drew his hand higher. Over the rise of her ribs to the fullness of her breast before slipping away so he could cup her.
Fragile skin that had grown ever more supple with the lotions she had to use for her burns instead of the perfumed ones she had once preferred. Her nipple peaked under his palm, adding another level of awareness to his morning erection along with the endless, restless circle of her hips.
There was no sliding back into sleep from this. He’d be hard and aching all damn day, but he wouldn’t stop touching her. He’d been starved for it for far too long.
She brought her free hand up and sunk her long fingers into his hair. A slow, thorough skim of her fingernails along his scalp before she twisted the strands, pulling his mouth down for a kiss that wasn’t nearly as gentle as the night before.
This was his woman opening up for him.
Finding her way back to him.
As tears starred her eyes, she reached her other hand between them with a familiar grip that ignited the banked fire living inside of him. He sunk his teeth into her skin, nipping where shoulder met neck.
He tried to drag those needs down again. Just like last night he wanted to stamp himself all over her and remind her that she wasn’t on her own anymore. That she was his. That they were stronger than this awful thing that had tried to shatter them.
He wanted to show her he could be gentle in deference to her body that was still healing. He slid his hand up higher to her neck, nudging her chin up so he could see her eyes. They were slumberous and filled with a fire he hadn’t seen in quite some time.
She didn’t want gentle. She tucked the head of his cock into the fisting heat of her pussy and he let out a low growl.
“Izzy.”
“I need you, Logan.” He dragged his hand back down her breast. Her nipples were points of fire, her skin flushed. He flattened his hand on her lower stomach, hissing when she tipped her hips and he slid deeper. He groaned against the amazing strength of her inner walls as she hugged him tighter.
Her nails bit into his scalp as she pushed back on him and finally he was all the way inside her. He scraped his teeth up her neck, panting against the strangling pleasure. It has been far too long and he was racing ahead of her. Hell, he was going to lap her if she didn’t stop that thing with her hips.
She slipped her fingers between her thighs, grasping his shaft with fingertip pressure on each pull out and return glide into her giving body. Up around her own clit and back down to him.
He covered her hand, the liquid heat coating both of their fingers urging him faster. His thighs slapped against the back of hers, and the sounds of her rich moans floated out into the huge loft room.
It was the most amazing song he’d ever heard.
His shoulder was jammed into the pillows and he unearthed his half asleep arm to wrap around her neck and shoulder to stabilize her as much as possible. She arched and he thrust into her with long, driving strokes. His muscles protested, his abs on fire, but he didn’t let up. She growled out his name and her walls fluttered over his pulsing cock. He banded his arms around her shoulders and lost himself inside of her until the room fuzzed around his periphery and he emptied himself inside of her.
Until she stopped quaking over him.
Until they were both so far gone that they both lay limp on their backs.
“Oh, wow.”
