much he wanted
to do, so many things he wanted to experience with Jude, but the
throbbing desire made him impatient. He hooked his fingers beneath
her underwear, tugging down. Jude mirrored his actions with his
boxers, and in moments nothing was between them.
Logan slipped his fingers
within her folds, groaning again when she arched her back as though
desperate to get closer to his hand. He eased one finger within her
as he used his thumb to massage the small knob of nerves. She
writhed, breathing hard.
“Logan, my God. Please...”
Her voice was filled with raw passion, and Logan knew he could not
wait a minute longer. He held himself over her, lacing his fingers
with hers and holding her gaze before he plunged inside her.
He was still for a moment,
and then they both began to move. Logan could feel the building
momentum, and he fought to keep control until Jude jerked her hips
upwards and cried out. He gasped as she tightened around him, and
he called her name as he emptied himself deep within her.
Logan held himself on elbows
and knees, keeping his weight from Jude. Her eyes had drifted shut,
and he brushed kisses over each lid. Her lips curved into a
smile.
He eased away slightly and
lay down next to her. She turned, eyes still closed, and cuddled
into him. Logan fumbled with a blanket folded at the end of the
bed, pulling it over them.
“Logan, don’t leave me,
‘kay?” Her words were so soft, he almost didn’t hear them.
“Never.”
***
Jude opened her eyes to bright sunshine.
She groaned, covered her face, and rolled over, stopping abruptly
when she ran into the hard body in bed with her.
Logan.
She sat up too fast and felt
the morning-after effects of the limoncello. Dropping her head into
her hands, she tried to sit very still, just until the room stopped
spinning.
“Morning.”
Memories from the night
before washed over Jude, and she was positive that her blush
reached places she didn’t even want to consider. Logan’s hand
brushed over her bare back, skimmed lower. She groaned.
She wasn’t sure, but she
thought she heard him chuckle. If it hadn’t required moving, she
might have reached over to smack him.
“Your head hurt?”
Jude peeked out from one
hand. “What do you think?” Her voice was thick, and her mouth felt
as though like she’d eaten a bag of cotton balls.
“I think you need coffee,
maybe with a little something in it.”
Jude gasped and jumped out
of bed, her heart pounding. “The sun! My God, what time is it? The
Tide, I’m late! People are going to be waiting...” She trailed off,
abruptly aware that she was completed naked and Logan was enjoying
the view.
She yanked the blanket off
the bed and wrapped it around her. “Would you please stop? You’re
staring at me.”
“Yes, I am.” He leaned
toward her, as though to snag the blanket, and Jude skirted out of
reach.
“Logan, did you hear me?
I’m--” She squinted at the old digital clock next to the bed.
“Shit, it’s almost eight. I’m two hours late opening the Tide.”
He sat up and the sheet
sagged dangerously low around his waist. Jude’s eyes ranged over
his chest, the defined pecs and abs and the trail of light brown
hair that trailed down—
She closed her eyes as the
room swung around again. My God, I slept with Logan.
He was speaking, and she
tried to focus on his words, not on his chest. “Yes, it’s almost
eight. And yes, the Tide is going to open late today. But guess
what, sugar? The world isn’t ending. Calm down.”
Jude perched on the edge of
the bed, still clutching the blanket. “People are going to know.
Your car is parked in the lot, right? And when my regulars showed
up at six, expecting their breakfast, they saw my car, and
they saw your car. And a locked door.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Logan found his boxers, stood and pulled them on. Jude averted her
gaze as memories of the night before burned. She couldn’t think of
that now. It was all too
to do, so many things he wanted to experience with Jude, but the
throbbing desire made him impatient. He hooked his fingers beneath
her underwear, tugging down. Jude mirrored his actions with his
boxers, and in moments nothing was between them.
Logan slipped his fingers
within her folds, groaning again when she arched her back as though
desperate to get closer to his hand. He eased one finger within her
as he used his thumb to massage the small knob of nerves. She
writhed, breathing hard.
“Logan, my God. Please...”
Her voice was filled with raw passion, and Logan knew he could not
wait a minute longer. He held himself over her, lacing his fingers
with hers and holding her gaze before he plunged inside her.
He was still for a moment,
and then they both began to move. Logan could feel the building
momentum, and he fought to keep control until Jude jerked her hips
upwards and cried out. He gasped as she tightened around him, and
he called her name as he emptied himself deep within her.
Logan held himself on elbows
and knees, keeping his weight from Jude. Her eyes had drifted shut,
and he brushed kisses over each lid. Her lips curved into a
smile.
He eased away slightly and
lay down next to her. She turned, eyes still closed, and cuddled
into him. Logan fumbled with a blanket folded at the end of the
bed, pulling it over them.
“Logan, don’t leave me,
‘kay?” Her words were so soft, he almost didn’t hear them.
“Never.”
***
Jude opened her eyes to bright sunshine.
She groaned, covered her face, and rolled over, stopping abruptly
when she ran into the hard body in bed with her.
Logan.
She sat up too fast and felt
the morning-after effects of the limoncello. Dropping her head into
her hands, she tried to sit very still, just until the room stopped
spinning.
“Morning.”
Memories from the night
before washed over Jude, and she was positive that her blush
reached places she didn’t even want to consider. Logan’s hand
brushed over her bare back, skimmed lower. She groaned.
She wasn’t sure, but she
thought she heard him chuckle. If it hadn’t required moving, she
might have reached over to smack him.
“Your head hurt?”
Jude peeked out from one
hand. “What do you think?” Her voice was thick, and her mouth felt
as though like she’d eaten a bag of cotton balls.
“I think you need coffee,
maybe with a little something in it.”
Jude gasped and jumped out
of bed, her heart pounding. “The sun! My God, what time is it? The
Tide, I’m late! People are going to be waiting...” She trailed off,
abruptly aware that she was completed naked and Logan was enjoying
the view.
She yanked the blanket off
the bed and wrapped it around her. “Would you please stop? You’re
staring at me.”
“Yes, I am.” He leaned
toward her, as though to snag the blanket, and Jude skirted out of
reach.
“Logan, did you hear me?
I’m--” She squinted at the old digital clock next to the bed.
“Shit, it’s almost eight. I’m two hours late opening the Tide.”
He sat up and the sheet
sagged dangerously low around his waist. Jude’s eyes ranged over
his chest, the defined pecs and abs and the trail of light brown
hair that trailed down—
She closed her eyes as the
room swung around again. My God, I slept with Logan.
He was speaking, and she
tried to focus on his words, not on his chest. “Yes, it’s almost
eight. And yes, the Tide is going to open late today. But guess
what, sugar? The world isn’t ending. Calm down.”
Jude perched on the edge of
the bed, still clutching the blanket. “People are going to know.
Your car is parked in the lot, right? And when my regulars showed
up at six, expecting their breakfast, they saw my car, and
they saw your car. And a locked door.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Logan found his boxers, stood and pulled them on. Jude averted her
gaze as memories of the night before burned. She couldn’t think of
that now. It was all too
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