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“I mean, not great. But it’s not the worst pain in the world.”
“More good news. Now, I want you to try and put weight on it.”
I nodded, moving my butt slowly off the bed, putting my right foot onto the cool, smooth tile. Once that was done, I repeated the process with the injured left one. At first, it was OK, nothing too horrible. The more weight I put onto it, however, the more it hurt.
“Ow-ow-ow.”
Logan quickly raised my left foot off the ground, helping me back onto the bed.
“That’s bad,” I said. “Right?”
He shook his head, standing up. “I don’t think it’s broken. If it was, you wouldn’t be able to move it or tolerate any weight on it.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, doc?”
“You’ll need to stay off it for a few days and let it heal. We’ve got a set of crutches around here somewhere. I’ll have Pearl look for them.”
He sat down onto the bed next to me, my bare leg grazing against him and sending a thrill through me. His nearness was impossible not to notice. Despite what had just happened down on the beach, all I could think about was how good the heat radiating off of him felt.
“Your ankle’s one thing. How are you feeling otherwise?”
“I don’t know. Need some time to process it.”
“I’m sure. Important thing is that you’re safe.”
Logan placed his hand on my bare thigh. I wasn’t sure if he’d done it intentionally, or without thinking. Either way, his touch was enough to send a hot surge of arousal through my body. My pussy tingled, and I squirmed a bit where I sat.
He turned to me. “You alright?”
I wasn’t alright. In fact, I was so turned on that I could hardly think straight. Part of me wanted to tell him to take his hand off my thigh so I could compose myself. The other part of me, the greater part, wanted him to move his hand up farther.
“I think so. I’m just glad you’re here with me now.”
His hand began to move up my leg slowly, inch by inch, his rough palm impossibly sensual against my soft thigh. It wasn’t long before his hand was at my hip. With a sharp pull, he brought me toward him, turning me to face him.
Then he kissed me.
The sensation of his lips upon mine was more than enough to melt away the lingering anxiety from what had happened on the beach. His tongue found mine and I let out a soft moan. He squeezed my hip, handling me in that stern, commanding way that I couldn’t resist.
The kiss became deeper, our lips forming a tight seal together. My pussy grew wetter by the second, every part of me yearning for his touch and his warmth and his passion. His hand soon traveled from my hip to my inner thigh, my nipples hardening in anticipation of what he was about to do.
Logan inched up, up until he was right on the border of my bikini bottom. Once there, he pulled the tight fabric aside, exposing my pussy. He then touched me in the way I craved, spreading my lips and teasing my clit. His other hand stayed on my lower back, guiding me to lay down.
I fell onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as he rubbed my clit with his fingertip. I opened my eyes to watch him move onto the ground in front of the bed.
He flashed me a small smile as he moved onto the floor, wrapping his arms around my legs and pulling me toward him. Logan brought his lips to my inner thigh, kissing me slowly, letting me savor each press of his lips against my skin.
He moved closer and closer until he was at my center, the sensation enough to send waves of delight through my body. I gasped at the sensation of his mouth on me in that way, the pleasure something I hadn’t been prepared for.
He kissed me, his tongue doing the work on my clit that his finger had been performing only a few seconds ago. I breathed in and out, my chest rising and falling, my hips squirming as the delight built and built until I could take no more. I opened my mouth and let out a cry that filled the room as his tongue danced on my clit, his hands on my thighs.
The orgasm came and went, and when it was finished, Logan wasted no time rising. He reached forward and put his hands on my hips, flipping me over in a manner that was wonderfully aggressive, but not rough enough to hurt me.
Once I was on my belly, I turned around to watch as he disrobed, taking off his linen shorts and T-shirt, exposing his perfect, statuesque body. I paid special attention to his legs, which were thick and powerful as tree trunks.
“Take off your bikini.” It was that commanding tone again.
“You’re so bossy sometimes,” I replied with a grin.
