Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
So I let him talk. Even though I wanted to hug him so many times—in between the times I wanted to smack him for being so utterly dense.
Still, I stayed strong. If I broke too soon, he might think he could get away with this again. Even as I think that, I know he won’t. He’s learned his lesson. The anguish has been clear on his handsome face. I might not know as much about my husband as I thought I did, but I do know he loves me. I’ve never doubted that for a second. That will never change. I think he loves me with a deepness that might border on insanity.
I shouldn’t be surprised at how strong his feelings are for me. I can only imagine how he felt that first time I looked him in his eyes and told him I loved him. I have no doubt I’m the only person to ever utter those words to that man. No wonder he’s so scared to lose me. He must have been terrified of me finding out the truth.
My stomach turns suddenly. I bolt from the bed toward the bathroom. Harley skitters off the bed with me, clearly freaked out by my sudden departure. I barely make it to the toilet before I throw up. Not that much comes out.
“Sugar.” Logan’s big warm body is behind me within seconds. He holds my hair back as I try to throw up more but only dry heave. “I’m sorry,” he says sweetly, like he’s the cause of me being sick. There is pain and remorse in his words.
“I’m fine.”
He lifts me into his arms, sitting me on the bathroom sink to help me clean up.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m—”
“You’re eating,” he orders, his tone firm. My body can’t help but respond to him. I press my thighs together, knowing this is so not the time to be getting aroused, but my body always needs him.
“How is Nova?” I ask, needing to know that first.
“Still asleep and doing fine.”
I suddenly burst into tears. I was sure I was dry after all I’d shed earlier. I also promised myself I was done with the waterworks for a while. But I can’t seem to control my emotions. I’m sure some of it's due to hormones.
“Sugar, you're killing me.” He holds me close as he takes me over to the bed, sitting down with me in his arms. I bury my face in his neck, needing his comfort. Everything always feels better when he’s close.
I must nod off for a bit, because when I come to, I hear Ben talking to Logan. I slowly open my eyes. My stomach feels fine now. If anything, I'm hungry.
“That should be fine. Thank you,” Logan tells Ben as I lift my head. “Food is here.”
“Mmkay.” I slowly slip off his lap, stretching my body. Logan’s eyes never leave me even as I go to use the bathroom. “I’m not throwing up, and I’m still trying to decide whether to smack you.” I roll my eyes at him, even though I love the fact that he worries over me so much.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m going to.” I slip past his giant form that’s blocking the bathroom door. His erection brushes against my stomach. I pause to glance up at him through my eyelashes. There is so much emotion on his face. But his desire for me is clear in his eyes.
“The doctor said sex was okay,” he says.
An unexpected bark of laughter pops from me. That was the last thing I expected him to say.
He clears his throat. “I mean, you need to eat.”
“Oh now you want to have sex with me?” I tease him.
“There is nothing in this world that I ever want to do more than make love to you, sugar. Never doubt that for a moment.”
I’ve been trying to process everything. I should stride past him and go check on Nova, give him the cold shoulder, do anything and everything to shut him out. But I can’t. With him, I never could. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. The kiss is soft and sweet at first but quickly turns needy.
“Don’t stop,” I order when Logan starts to pull back for a moment. I know he’s going to try to feed me or something. I go for the button on his pants. I’m not going to allow him to distract me this time.
“Can’t tell you no.” He lifts me off my feet, pinning me to the wall. He reaches down, pulling my panties to the side seconds before he thrusts into me.
“Yes!” I moan, loving that he’s taking me this way.
“How do you always feel like heaven?”
“You’re heaven.” He surges in and out of me hard. His grunts and my moans fill the room until my sex clamps down around him as the powerfully intense orgasm rocks through my body. Logan groans, joining me in the pleasure, burying his face in my neck.