Page 61 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

He didn’t. Instead, his mouth drifted down my neck in gentle kisses.

His tongue swept down my sternum and over the swell of my breast. My head tipped back as he teased my nipple between his teeth.

Licking and sucking. Hard and soft. My breath hitched in my throat as he switched sides.

Every little thing he did carried me higher, making me pathetically needy for more of him.

“Please, Logan,” I whined when he finally stopped. His hands fanned over my sides as he gently pushed me away.

“On your knees, honey,” he said. My eyes widened slightly. “Grab the side of the tub and hold on.”

“Oh… okay.” I nodded, a little stunned by the request. And immensely turned on by it as well. Careful not to slip, I did as he asked while he positioned himself behind me.

His hands smoothed over the round of my ass and across my hips. I tried to push back, desperately wanting him inside of me, but he held me in my place.

“Patience, honey,” he whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

I whimpered because patience was the last thing I wanted to have.

I just wanted him inside me to make me come again.

His cock slid through my wetness, brushing against my sensitive clit in slow passes.

Each one sparked through my body and drew another moan from me.

He nudged my knees apart just slightly, and I held my breath with anticipation.

“ Oh, ” I gasped out as he buried his dick completely inside me with one hard thrust. I clung to the ledge of the tub while he ran one hand up my spine.

He gripped my shoulder as he eased back out almost completely.

The hollow feeling was fleeting but enough to drive me wild.

I pushed back into his cock while he snapped his hips forward.

The sudden fullness was dizzying. My head fell forward, resting on the porcelain. “Oh, fuck…”

The pace he set was relentless. Hard and fast. Skin on skin.

Water splashing. Him grunting. Me moaning.

It was wild and uncontrolled—unlike anything we’d ever done.

The pressure and heat in my pussy was intense.

His name spilled off my lips, barely comprehensible.

I fucked him right back, meeting his every thrust enthusiastically.

“Fuck!” Logan exclaimed suddenly—not at all sounding in the moment as he faltered in his pace.

“What’s wrong?” I glanced over my shoulder at him and tried not to laugh as he squinted down at the water, his glasses missing.

“My glasses fell off,” he muttered.

“Don’t stop, Logan,” I said. I was too riled up to care about his glasses.

His fingers were bruising as they dug into my hips, and he drove right back into me.

A hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me down while his pace picked back up.

The change of angle had me practically screaming as every pass of his cock hit that sweet spot.

Every thrust was delicious torture until I was writhing and gasping under him.

The heat was unbearable, and my muscles had his cock in a vice grip as I teetered.

“So close… right there, right there, right there !”

His hand slid around my hip and over my belly, moving down until he found my clit. It took all of one touch for me to explode. I came hard and loud, feeling his cock stutter and jerk inside me. He dragged me as far onto his dick as possible, holding me tight against him while he shuddered.

Pan ting, I rested my forehead against the ledge of the tub and tried to catch my breath.

I melted as the warm water soothed the post-sex high.

Logan wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me with him until I was settled comfortably between his legs.

With me against him, he started feeling around the tub to find his glasses, and I helped.

“Crap,” Logan muttered as he found them.

I cringed when I saw them. Somehow, one of the lenses had popped out, and the frame had twisted.

He sighed as he squinted painfully hard at his glasses.

His fingers traced the empty frame. I felt my way around the bottom of the tub with my foot, trying to find the missing lens for him.

But then he said six words I never thought I’d hear him say. “I really need to get contacts.”

“Why?” I demanded in surprise. Logan had always hated the idea of contacts. He’d tried them once and didn’t last a day with them. Getting them in and out caused him too much anxiety. That was almost twenty years ago.

“Because I want to see you when I fuck you,” he said simply and set his glasses aside. I stupidly felt a blush creep across my cheeks. Oh, well. I liked that reason. “I don’t have spare glasses though…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your socks match before you leave the house,” I teased.

“Thank you.” He kissed my temple, and the soft hairs of his beard tickled my skin.

“This was a terrible way to cope,” I whispered because both of us were avoiding dealing with feelings.

“Yeah,” he replied quietly. “Want to order takeout and cope again in an hour?”

I laughed, my head falling back against his shoulder. And shamelessly, I nodded.