“A lot happened,” he said quietly. “We’re both tired and you need to rest.”
His voice was so neutral–so controlled.
“What I need,” she said, “is to know we’re okay.” She paused. “So, are we okay?” Though she’d meant to let him answer, the stress of the last two days suddenly came welling up. “I don’t understand what’s going on with you.”
He was silent again.
She took a deep breath.
He’s right. We’re both tired. Time to call it a day.
“I had a chance to kill someone today,” he said quietly.
“What?” she said.
Though she looked into his face, it was still in shadow. She moved toward the door and to his right so he’d turn. As the last red rays of the sun lit the side of his face, she saw the stubble of his day-old beard, the strong jaw and high cheekbones, and then the look in his eyes. From the sound of his voice, she’d thought he’d have that faraway look but he didn’t. He looked directly into hers and put his hands around her waist.
“I had a gun in my hand,” he said. “My finger was on the trigger.” He paused and looked over her head but she reached up to his face and he looked at her again. “And in a different life, I pulled that trigger.” He frowned as his eyes narrowed and he seemed as though he were about to look away again but he continued. “But not today. The past truly is the past. I can choose to drag it with me or leave it where it belongs.” His eyes searched hers. “Does that make sense?”
He killed someone in the war.
She remembered his nightmare in the lean-to and the stiffness in his leg.
But how is that possible? He’d flown a cargo plane.
He was waiting for her answer.
“Honestly, it doesn’t make sense,” she said, lowering her hands to his arms. “But it doesn’t have to–not right away at least.” His gaze never wandered from her face. “But you’re okay?” she asked.
He smiled a little and his hands went from her waist to her lower back.
“
We’re
okay,” he said lowly as he moved closer.
She felt her heart race.
He glanced at the door.
“I think I’ve left that open long enough,” he said.
He reached out, locked the knob, and pushed it closed. Then, as the last light faded from the room, she felt him bend low and scoop her up.
“Which way is the shower?” he asked.
• • • • •
Logan moved slowly in the dim light. As they passed through the bedroom door, Jules flipped on the light switch. A single standing lamp in the corner of the room turned on. Logan saw the bathroom and moved sideways through the door. The light switch must have been behind him because Jules didn’t try to reach it but the light from the bedroom was enough.
The bathroom was roomy, with a counter along one wall and a walk-in shower and the commode on the other. Again, he let her down slowly, so she could get her bearings on the good foot. She put a hand on the counter to steady herself.
He opened the shower door and quickly cranked the water on, all the way hot. As it ran over his hand, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket. The water was ice cold to start. It’d been sitting in the pipes for a couple of days. But slowly it started to turn warm. He turned back to Jules.
“Nice and–” he started.
Her jacket was on the counter and for a moment he thought she was wearing a short dress. But when she bent to pick her slacks up from the floor, he realized she was wearing his polo shirt. It fell to about the middle of her thighs. He stared at the backs of them, smooth and gently curved, as she unwrapped her ankle.
As she put the pants and elastic wrap on the counter, she looked into the mirror. He slowly approached her from behind, watching her reflection gaze steadily at him. Steam began to rise from the water, warming the room. He quickly removed his jacket and tossed it onto her slacks. Her eyes immediately went to his bare chest. As he stepped behind her, he put his hands around her waist and ran them down over her hips. As he stared at her in the mirror, he slowly began to lift the shirt. As the cloth rose higher, his eyes moved to the light pink panties she wore. The lacy hem hugged the roundness of her hips and lay flat against her smooth abdomen. But, as he lifted the shirt higher, she slowly turned toward him and lifted her arms over her head.
What had begun as a slow unveiling, took on a sudden urgency. He had to will himself not to simply rip the shirt in two. As he lifted it higher, her tiny waist came into view, then her ribs, and now her breasts.
He let his eyes completely take her in. The perfect roundness of the fleshy mounds was incredible. As the shirt rose over her elbows and her head, she shook her hair out and opened her eyes. The shirt landed on his jacket and his hands immediately found the bra clasp at her back. In moments, her dark pink nipples danced in front of him. Though the steam was slowly spreading, the small nubs at their centers were stiff.
Hands on her shoulders, he eased her back against the wall. Looking into her eyes, he quickly ran his hands down her arms and intertwined his fingers with hers. As he stepped closer, he raised her hands just above her head and rested them against the wall.
“Jules,” he muttered, leaning down to her as she tilted her chin up to him.
His mouth quickly covered hers, her lips as velvety as he remembered. They pressed against his, responding to his every move, moist and clinging. As her jaw dropped, his tongue tested hers. She was dragging in air through her nostrils as her fingers tightened around his. Something had changed. There was a need in her now, something moving her, that hadn’t been there before. With her perfect body only inches from his, he gave in to his own need. He left one hand holding both of hers and quickly lowered his mouth to her breast.
Jules gasped as his lips gnawed into her. His tongue slid down over the silky skin, as his lips alternately sucked and kissed the soft flesh. Her chest was rising and falling ever faster but as he approached her nipple, he felt her tense. He paused and stroked his tongue just above it, back and forth. His teeth gently grazed the rounded skin just next to it. He kissed the softness to the other side of it and Jules began to pant. Though her hands were immobile above her and she balanced most of her weight on the one foot, she slowly writhed, raising her rib cage, moving her nipple toward his mouth. His tongue slowly circled it, easily keeping up with her movements.
“Logan, please,” she whispered above him.
But she needn’t have, as his mouth closed around the stiff nipple and sucked. Her back instantly arched as her breath caught. He cupped her other breast and, as his fingers gently squeezed, his lips did the same. His finger brushed the tip of the little nub he held as his tongue lashed the one in his mouth.
Jules’ breath came in quick rasps, keeping time with the escalating rhythm of his movements. The feel of her in his mouth and in his hand was electrifying. Warmth sped through his groin as his arousal jolted to life. His hand lightly squeezed as he sucked furiously. She responded with a low moan that sent a new surge of need through him and he released her from his mouth.
He drew back, his hand still on hers, and looked down her length. The arching curve of her back had lifted her breasts and drawn her hips back. Her abdomen had nearly curved into a hollow. As he ran his hand down the taut muscles and smooth skin of it, he lifted his eyes to her parted lips. He took her upper lip between his as his fingers slid into her panties. Her groan and the pulse of her mound into his palm was like a drug. He closed his eyes as his tongue slid into her mouth and his fingers pulled upward. Her hips suddenly bucked against his hand and he felt the tug of her hands. Again his tongue moved into her and he pulled upward and, again, she bucked.
Worried she might hurt herself, he let go of her and drew back. As her eyes fluttered open, he wasted no time ridding himself of his ripped jeans, underwear, and socks but not before he took the condom from the pants pocket. He turned to the shower, reached in, and turned on the cold water to balance the hot. When he looked back to her through the thick steam, her panties were gone and she was looking down at his groin. He didn’t need to look down to know his arousal was
more
than ready. Instead, he put on the condom, took her by the hand, and slowly backed into the stream of water, pulling her after him.
Jules closed the door behind her as he moved out of the water, making room for her. As the spray moved over her back, she tilted her head back. He watched as she ran her fingers through her wet hair and water washed down over her face. There were a few different bottles in the caddy under the shower head but one was clearly marked shampoo. He squeezed some into his hand, put the bottle back, and gently smoothed it into her wet hair. Eyes closed, she paused but then her fingers found his. As she started to massage the growing lather, he let his soapy hands glide down to her breasts. They slipped and bobbled as he massaged them and, as he moved to her side, he slid one hand down her lower back and the other down to her abdomen. He marveled at the small distance between front and back and he’d been about to move his hands lower when she backed up.
Surprised, he looked up to see her pulling him into the water. As the warmth spread up his chest, face, and over his head, he paused. The water felt good. He felt her massaging shampoo into his hair and reveled in the feel of it but he froze when her hands slid down to his pecs.
• • • • •
Logan’s body was mesmerizing. As he washed his hair, Jules watched the tight bunching of the muscles in his upper arms and shoulders. Crazy rivulets meandered this way and that around the bulges–as did her fingers. They traced their way lightly into the dips, sliding easily with the sudsy water. She pressed her palms over the smooth curves of his uplifted pecs. Her fingers kneaded into the hard muscles, sliding down and, as her palms rubbed over his nipples, she saw his six-pack flex. Drawn like a magnet, her hands rubbed over the glistening ripples. In response, they tightened again.
Suddenly, she realized Logan was no longer washing his hair. She looked up to see him staring down at her, the spray of warm water coming down between them. Slowly, he circled his arms behind her back and drew her closer, into the water. She felt the press of his arousal into her abdomen and her nipples sliding against his chest. Though she wrapped her arms around his neck, he was already leaning forward.
“Jules,” he said lowly into her ear, then he gently gnawed just under it.
Her heart began to thud, and she nearly slipped, but his strong arms pulled her tighter to him, melding their slick bodies together.
Though Jules had imagined Logan’s naked body when they’d been in the plane, she could never have predicted how it felt. She writhed against him, just to feel his skin move against hers. His hands traveled up and down her spine. Both of their chests heaved with the quickening of their breaths. Though there was no way for them to be any closer, she clung to him even harder.
Suddenly, his hand slid to the outside of her right thigh and he lifted it onto his hip. The hand behind her back slid lower and pushed her hips forward. As though her hips weren’t hers to control, they immediately tilted upward and her sweet spot pushed into his groin.
As though an electric bolt connected them, her entire body convulsed. A low and shuddering moan escaped her lips as her sweet spot vibrated against him. It pulsed and rubbed and ground against him, relentless as he held her tight. His mouth moved to the front of her throat as she tilted her head back, gasping. His hands pulled her thigh and pushed her hips harder, crushing her sweet spot to him. Her back suddenly arched and she cried out at the sudden heat flooding between her legs.
In response, Logan’s hips tilted up, his hand pressed even harder, and he squeezed her to him. Tension in her abdomen suddenly coiled into a clamp and her hips pulsed into him. But the more she moved, the more she
had
to move, the cycle rapidly building.
“Logan,” she whispered, barely audible above the water.
His mouth left her throat and he quickly circled his arms around her and lifted. As she picked up her left foot, he stepped forward and moved his hips under hers. But as her legs wound around his waist, her engorged sweet spot was suddenly trapped between their bodies.
“Oh god,” she whispered as she writhed.
Logan supported all her weight but, as she wriggled, he slowly let her slide down.
Suddenly, his arousal pressed at her entrance. Her breath caught as Logan gradually lowered her. Bit by bit, he pushed into her as her sweet spot pulsed wildly into him. Down she went, her hips gyrating, her legs hugging him, as his arousal pushed even further.
“Yes,” she gasped.
The pressure in her abdomen mounted as he let her sink. Even though he wasn’t completely in her, she clamped down on him, unable to stop. He groaned at the sensation, his voice rumbling through her chest. Then he thrust.
A loud ‘unh’ escaped from her throat as he drove deep into her. Her legs squeezed his waist and her hands clutched his neck and shoulders as the pressure inside threatened to split her. Then he lifted her, easing back out, only to thrust again.
She groaned at the penetration, felt it spread and fill her, and then he lifted her again. But rather than thrust, he slowly lowered her. Inch by inch he sank into her, steadily pushing inward, but the anticipation was too much. Her legs relaxed their grip and her full weight settled down on him. To her shock, she realized he had not been fully inside–until this moment.
As he groaned, she cried out and her hips quickly spasmed. Impossibly, her abdomen tried to clamp on the thick rod. She was beyond full and stretched tight.
His hips gyrated beneath her, moving rhythmically in a small circle. Her pelvis had to revolve with his and her sweet spot rubbed against him. She moaned as it pulsed to life and on the next revolution she was ready. Her hips pumped into him.
Her breath came in huge gasps as he sped up. He gyrated and she pumped, over and over, round and round. She bucked hard into him as her torso arched and curved and her legs squeezed him tight. Though he didn’t stop circling his hips, he lifted her and then thrust. Her too sensitive sweet spot exploded in fire. As he thrust again, her abdomen clenched. With each circle, he thrust and with each thrust she clamped down.