Page 25 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

Eva

Neither of us slept. Maybe it was the emotions between us after a long night, or maybe it was the fact that I had him sleeping on our living room floor, or maybe it was something completely different.

Whatever it was, we just lay there in the dark with quiet piano music playing.

I didn’t like silence. It stressed me out.

We had a simple soundtrack we played all night long that made the hours pass more easily.

“May I?” Logan whispered.

“Yeah,” I said softly, knowing exactly what he meant.

His fingers brushed over my cheek and along my jawline.

Logan was practically blind without his glasses.

It was only a slight exaggeration. According to him, he could see rough shapes and a whole lot of blurred mess.

Whenever he took off his glasses, he felt lost despite having had poor vision his entire life.

Touching helped. It was innocent yet intimate as he traced the features in my face like a roadmap to seeing me. He knew every dip and curve after a lifetime together, but that didn’t stop him from experiencing them all over again.

“What are you thinking?” I asked. I could practically feel his anxious energy through his touch.

“A million things… nothing… I don’t know,” he admitted. When the pad of his thumb smoothed over my bottom lip, I kissed it briefly.

“Try for me,” I encouraged, keeping my tone as gentle as I could.

Sometimes, Logan needed coaxing to come out of his anxious shell.

While his parent s were wonderful people, he and his brothers weren’t raised with any kind of emotional awareness.

I wasn’t either, but being a woman made it easier to be allowed the deep dive of sharing what I felt. He struggled, and I hated that for him.

“I feel…” He sighed heavily. “I feel like my world imploded, and I’m left grasping at all the little pieces… clinging to them and hoping I can make some sense out of it all.”

Oh, Logan. My breath caught in my chest as I waited for him to say more.

“I feel stupid, Eva,” Logan said quietly. “Why now? Why at all? I didn’t want this.”

“No one ever truly wants their sexuality,” I replied. “It’s just a part of who we are.”

“I know. I just… I like our life… liked our life,” he corrected. “I love you. I never wanted to hurt you. And I just… if I wasn’t this… way, then I never would’ve hurt you.”

I wanted to bop him on the nose. Or scold him for thinking such things. Ridiculous man. But I knew better. That wouldn’t help at all.

“It’s not about the way you are, Logan,” I reassured him. “I don’t care if you like men. And I’m not even mad about the divorce anymore.”

“No?”

“No,” I promised. And I wasn’t. “Most things happen for a reason, sweetheart.”

Most not all. There were some things I had to believe could’ve been avoided in life—wanted to believe that they didn’t need to happen. It was an irrational thought I clung to.

“And why do you think this happened this way?”

“Well, if you had never asked me for a divorce, I never would’ve realized just how intricately tied we are.

If that never happened, I never would’ve ended up talking to Elliot about it, and he never would’ve convinced me to start small.

I never would’ve ended up in that coffee shop, nor would I have met Amelia.

If I had never met Amelia, I never would’ve learned about polyamory.

And if that never happened, we never would’ve gone to the seminar,” I explained.

Yes, I’d thought a lot about this. “If you never asked for a divorce, we’d still be married.

And I think that one day you would have woken up and hated me…

resented me… or maybe blamed me as the reason why you never got the chance to better understand who you are. ”

“ I could never hate you, honey,” Logan whispered. I smiled sadly, something I knew he felt from the way his fingers moved with the slight curve of my lips. “Do you really think I could?”

“I’m afraid you’d make yourself miserable trying to make me happy,” I said. “It’s hard not to resent someone when that happens.”

His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear, and his knuckles trailed down the side of my neck. I tried not to shiver, but it always did something to me when he touched me like this. Heat pooled between my thighs, a blazing reminder of how long it’d been since he’d touched me in any capacity.

“May I kiss you?” The question was so quiet that I almost missed it.

“You never have to ask that,” I said. As soon as I said it, he shifted closer. His hand cupped the side of my neck, and his thumb tilted my face toward him. The brush of his lips against mine had me sighing with relief. Oh, I’d missed this. I’d missed him.

The first kiss was tentative as if he was unsure of what he was doing—unsure that it was okay despite my words. I leaned into him. Relished in his warmth and presence. I kissed him harder, and when his tongue ran over the seam of my lips, I opened to him eagerly.

Logan wasn’t an expressive man. He was kind and thoughtful where it mattered.

However, expressing what he felt in words had never been his strong suit.

But in his passion, he was certain. Every kiss bled with all the things he couldn’t say.

When he kissed me, I never saw stars. I came home to a place that was safe and ours.

His hand smoothed down my back, and he pulled me closer, his body crowding mine.

I melted into him. I loved the feel of his hard lines against my soft curves.

We meshed together perfectly. My body lit up in response to his.

My nipples pebbled against the silk of my pajamas, and the ache in my core had me squirming as I felt how his dick hardened.

His fingers tightened on my hip. Wrapping an arm around him, I rolled onto my back and took him with me. The chuckle he let out melted down my spine like liquid fire. Such a simple sound, but I loved it so much.

He settled between my thighs, the length of his dick pressed hard into my center. The feel of it made my need for him burn hotter. His fingers drifted under my top, tracing a scorching track across my skin.

“It’s not Thursday,” I teased. I understood why we had an intimacy schedule, as he called it. His work life was so busy that it was easy for things to get lost in the shuffle—sometimes I was among those things. By scheduling, he always made sure to be here and to be present.

“I’ve been ordered by Elliot to stop scheduling sex,” he retorted. His lips skated further down my neck as my back arched. “Apparently, I’m doing you a disservice by being so thorough.”

I laughed, snorting as I did. I loved my husband.

“I love you,” I told him breathlessly, the words turning into a sigh as his thumb brushed over my nipple.

I wiggled under him. My knees rode higher over his hips, widening as he thrust slowly against me.

The hard ridges of his cock created a delicious friction on my clit.

I pressed up into him, gasping, “Too many clothes, Logan.”

“Shush now, honey.” He gave my nipple a light pinch and sent a spark of sensations rushing right to my core. “I have to be thorough.”

Anything else I was going to say was lost as his tongue ran up my neck, and he nipped at my ear. I moaned, loud and desperate for more from him.

In one swift movement, Logan rose to his knees.

I followed, letting him pull my top over my head.

His hands fell to my shoulders. Soft fingers trailed over my skin, creating a wave of goosebumps in their wake.

His touch was slow and practically reverent as his hands traveled down my body.

Oh, how I’d missed the way he appreciated my body.

My head tipped back as his mouth found mine.

“Lie back for me, honey,” he whispered against my lips.

I did as he asked, my fingers weaving through his hair as he moved with me.

He ran his tongue over my nipple. Swirling, flicking, teasing.

My breath came faster, and my heart galloped in my chest. I writhed and whimpered underneath him as he blew gently, the warmth of his breath just adding to his meticulous torture.

He switched, giving the other side equal attention. “Open your legs for me, Eva.”

His hand inched up my inner thighs as I did as he wanted. Those long fingers slipped inside my shorts. I gasped, my hips rising against his hands as he ran his fingers through my wetness.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he murmured. His lips drifted along my jaw while he circled my clit. My back arched, and my head tipped back. I let out a loud moan, the rise in pleasure instant.

“More,” I begged. He liked me to be vocal and demanding—not afraid to speak up for what I wanted from him. His fingers moved faster, and I pulled in a sharp breath, my fist tightening in his hair.

I w as hot and cold, tense and relaxed. All of it. All at the same time, as he worked every little bit of magic he knew about my body to push me over the edge.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted as I rode his hand.

His mouth claimed mine, tongue driving through my lips, in a brutal kiss fueled by desire and time lost between us.

I exploded. My body came alive in a cascade of overwhelming pleasure.

He swallowed my cries while his strokes over my clit slowed to let me come down.

I grabbed the waistline of his pants. “Now, please. Please, now. I want you, Logan.”

I didn’t have to ask twice—I never would.

He kissed my sternum and traveled his way down my body, showering my sensitive skin with gentle affection.

I let him undress me and did my best to be patient as he did the same.

I missed the connection, his touch, the way he always maintained contact.

That brief moment of separation was agonizing.

“Knees up, honey,” Logan said as he settled between my legs and braced over me. As I did, he gripped my thigh and guided me where he wanted. “Higher… just like that…”

In one fluid thrust, he buried his cock inside me with an appreciative groan. Stretching me. My muscles fluttered around him, pulsing with anticipation. Lord help me, I missed this man’s dick. Long and thick, he filled me completely.

“ Oh… ” I let out. My fingers dug into his back, desperate for something to cling to.

“God, I missed this.” He kissed me once as he flexed his hips. I whimpered because… good God . I needed him to move. I needed more.

The pace he set was steady, his hard length stroking against that spot guaranteed to turn me delirious. His warm breath fanned across my face. My breath became his, his groans echoed mine. Each thrust was overwhelming perfection that threatened to ruin me.

The wild and uncontrollable build-up coiled through my core.

My hands ran zthe length of his back, nails digging into his broad muscles.

Every breath I took filled my lungs with the spicy musk of his cologne until I was utterly and wholly consumed by him.

It was more than enough to be completely obliterated by him, my orgasm ripping through me as I screamed his name.

His teeth sank into my shoulder. The sound I made was unintelligible as the slight pain heightened the waves crashing through me.

The grip he had on my hip tightened when my muscles clamped down on his dick, pulsating hard around him.

“Let go, Logan,” I encouraged, breathless and pleading. I wanted to feel him come inside me—to fill me. “ Please. ”

His thrusts turned frantic and intense, hips driving hard against mine. Grunting, he went rigid, and his cock jerked inside me. My fingers dug into his ass as I held him close, wanting every drop of his cum.

“Fuck,” Logan whispered, the word barely passing through his lips. He kissed my shoulder and ran the flat of his tongue over the teeth marks, soothing and gentle. I brushed my fingers through his hair and kissed his temple.

His arm snaked under my back, and he rolled, dragging me with him.

A yelp and a small giggle spilled from me as he manhandled me in the most gentle way possible.

I settled against his chest, pressing my ear over his heart.

My eyes shut for a moment as I lost myself in the thrumming of his heartbeat. I loved this sound.

“So,” I began, smiling against his chest, “are we still on for Thursday?”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“It’s already on my schedule,” Logan said. “You know how I like to stick to my schedule, honey.”

“Two times in one week. What a scandal,” I teased. He didn’t reply. I glanced at him to see that his eyes were shut. Knowing how Logan had fretted about everything, I had a feeling he hadn’t slept well in weeks. I dragged the blanket up to my chin and snuggled into his side, letting sleep come.