Smart, Sexy and Secretive (44 page)

“
Thought you’d never ask,”
he says with a laugh. I help him to his feet and put his crutches
under him, and he hobbles slowly toward the bedroom.

“
Are you sure you don’t need
pain medication?” I ask. He looks tired around his eyes.

He shakes his head, leans his crutches
against the bed, and shoves his gym shorts and his boxers down to
his knees. I walk over and pull off his shoe, then roll his sock
down. It takes a minute to get his shorts over his cast, but I do
it. He’s rock hard, and his manhood bobs in my face.

“
You know, when you woke up,
you were pretty drugged up, and you mentioned to Sam that I don’t
spend enough time down here.” I take him in my hand and look up at
him.

“
I did?” he chokes out. He
pushes into my grip. “I didn’t mean to. I never talk about stuff
that personal with them.” He tips my chin up. “You believe me,
don’t you?”

I nod. I lick across the purple head of
him. My body is ready for him. It has been too long since he’s been
inside me, but I want to do this for him. He makes a noise low in
his throat when I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I
swirl my tongue around it, and he pushes into my mouth. I look into
his blue eyes, and he swears.

I let go of his dick with a loud pop
when he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. I sputter, but he
doesn’t say a word. He rolls onto his side and arranges me so that
my bottom is braced by the fronts of his thighs and my calves are
over him. Then he slides inside me slowly and deeply. He stretches
me, and I feel the slight sting of not having been with him in so
long.

His movements are slow and unhurried as
he pushes and retreats with the tiniest rocking motion of his hips.
Logan sits up on his bent arm so he can look down at me. His
fingertips tug my nipples, and I don’t care that I’m lying here
with Logan and he’s inside me and I’m completely exposed and he’s
watching me as I enjoy every second.

“
I can’t last very long,” he
warns.

“
Don’t wait for me,” I
insist. “I don’t have to come.”

He snorts, though it’s more of a
snuffly sound. “You do have to come.” He slides his hands down to
my cleft and between my lips, dipping his finger down and pulling
back the essence that is us to slicken my clit. He rubs in tight
little circles while he pumps into me slowly. I draw my lower lip
between my teeth and open my eyes to find Logan staring into my
face. God, he’s so pretty.

“
You do have to come,” he
repeats, and his words make my insides clench. I’m close. I’m so
close. I ride his dick, rising and falling as he pulses inside me,
and I let my legs fall open wider over his thighs. He uses the tips
of all his fingers to rub my center, and we find a rhythm I
like.

“
Come on my dick, Em,” he
pleads. And it finally pushes me over the top. I break, wracked by
my orgasm. I feel like I’m going to come apart, but then his
fingers slow and he brings me down, quake by tiny quake, until he
pushes inside me one last time and grunts, spilling himself inside
me as he comes, soaking me with the most intimate part of
him.

I lie there draped over his body,
naked, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out of me slowly,
shivering as he does so. “I’m afraid you’re a mess,” he tells me.
He reaches for his crutches to pull himself up. “Let me get you a
towel.”

I jump up and scramble across the bed,
snatching his crutches from his hand. He growls and reaches for
them. I put them across the room so he can’t get up. “Stay right
there,” I say, pointing my finger at him.

He laughs and pulls his shirt over his
head. He never got fully undressed. “Can we take a nap?” he
asks.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself
up and then pad back into the room with a cloth wet with warm
water. I pass it to him, and he cleans himself off and lies back on
the bed, one arm behind his head so he can look at me. I’m bare-ass
naked, and I don’t care.

“
I was going crazy waiting
for them to leave,” he admits. He scrubs his hands into his eyes.
He looks like he’s ready to drop.

“
I was, too.” I go get him a
pain pill and some water, and I watch while he takes it. “Do you
want something to eat?” I ask.

He shakes his head, yawning. “Want to
take a nap with me?” He looks at me, and his love for me shines
back in my face. I never thought I would ever feel this
happy.

I climb into the bed and roll into his
chest, into that space that’s made just for me. We both have a ton
of schoolwork to catch up on, but our instructors were
accommodating when I told them what happened, particularly in
Logan’s situation. I’ve been taping my lectures, which I would do
anyway, and I have been listening to them as I have time. He’s much
further behind than I am. “You have homework to do when you wake
up,” I warn. I snuggle into him.

“
I plan to do a lot of
things when I wake up,” he says, yawning again. He
chuckles.

“
Such as?” I ask.

“
You.” He laughs and
squeezes me tightly.

He lifts my arm and kisses the tattoo
on my inner wrist. I look down at the tat that started it all. He
set me free when he unlocked my world. He’s the peace in my soul.
He’s the one who opened my shackles, and I’ll love him
forever.

“
Promises, promises,” I
mutter. I close my eyes and fall asleep to the beat of his
heart.