Stay With Me(18)

“What would you like to do tomorrow?” Rhys asked.

She turned to him and pursed her lips. “Honestly? I’d like to have breakfast at a little shack I found while surfing the internet. It’s down the beach, and they’re supposed to have wonderful food. Then I’d like to do some sunbathing and maybe a little swimming.”

She shifted her gaze to Logan to see him staring intently at her. “Then I’d like to come back and take a long, hot bath, maybe schedule a massage in the spa and then go out to dinner and dancing.”

Logan scowled. “I don’t want another man’s hands on my wife. I’ll give you a damn massage.”

She laughed. “Who says it would be a man?”

“Don’t want us to rub you down?” Rhys asked with a wicked grin.

“I’d love it,” she said honestly.

She stared at the both of them, their relaxed postures, the easy smile on Rhys’ face.

“I’ve missed this,” she said. “I’ve missed you.”

Logan leaned forward, his hand cupping her chin with a firm grip. His lips brushed across hers, lightly at first then coming back, firmer, more demanding.

“I’ve missed you, baby. So damn much.”

She brought her hand up to his cheek. Her lips parted as his tongue probed and pushed inward. To her surprise, as she pulled away, Rhys was gone.

She blinked in surprise and surveyed the room. “Rhys?” she called.

“He’ll be back, baby. He’s leaving us alone for a while. A favor I intend to repay as soon as possible.”

She turned her stare back to him. “Oh.”

“You’re right,” he said reluctantly. “Rhys and I haven’t treated this relationship as one between you and me and him and you. It’s not fair to you, and we want that to change.”

“No more passing me off to the free man?” she asked with a slight lift to the corner of her mouth.

“I have a feeling, before long, you’re going to be very, very sick of seeing us,” he said as he pulled her to him again.

She melted against him, absorbing his warmth. “Not a chance,” she murmured against his mouth, just before she kissed him. Hard.

“Uh, baby? I thought you said no sex.”

“I lied.”

Chapter Nine

Catherine pushed at Logan, sending him sprawling onto the pillows.“Tell me you’re planning to have your wicked way with me,” he said in a tone so hopeful she had to laugh.

On hands and knees, she crawled up his body, letting her br**sts slide over the tops of his legs and then his abdomen. The shorts he wore bulged at the crotch, the material tight and straining.

“Is that for me?” she asked sweetly as she gave his c**k a gentle pat.

He grabbed her hand and cupped it over his erection until she could feel the length of him in her palm.

“Oh, it’s for you all right,” he said with a grunt.

She leaned down and grazed her teeth across the material of his shorts. He cursed and flinched, his legs trembling beneath her.

Repositioning her hands, she put them palms down across the tops of his thighs. His skin was warm and hair-roughened beneath her touch. She slid her palms upward, underneath the legs of his shorts, inward until she boldly cupped his hardness.

Her fingers flexed and skimmed down to the base and below to his sac. She fondled and rolled it in her hand until he arched his hips, straining for more.

“Take them off, Catherine,” he rasped.

She smiled and removed her hands. She tugged at the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down around his hips as he bowed upward so she could remove them.

When she had them around his knees, he growled with impatience, reached down and yanked them off before throwing them across the room.

“Come here,” he ordered as he reached for her.

She went willingly, pressing her body to his. She sighed in complete and utter pleasure as his body cradled hers. They fit so perfectly, blended together, her soft curves to his harder planes.

She twined her arms around him and just laid her head on his chest for a long moment. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hands lovingly up and down her back, petting, caressing, feathering light touches across her skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

She turned her face into his chest and kissed his skin.

“I want you to ride me,” he said as he lifted her upward. “Just like you did Rhys. You looked so damn sexy. I’ve never wanted to be him so bad in my life.”

She barely had time to grasp his c**k and position him before he lowered her down. He held her for a moment to give her time to adjust and then pulled her until she sheathed him completely.

Her hands flew out to brace against his chest as she twitched around his cock. She felt impossibly stretched, deliciously so. She was slick around him, and she slid up and down with ease.

There was comfort in their familiarity, that after so long, they could come back together, remembering every touch of the past. Her chest tightened, her heart seizing with love.

“I love you,” she whispered, echoing what filled her.

“Oh baby, I love you,” he returned.

He reached up, cupped her face and pulled her down to meet his kiss. He rolled his hips upward, thrusting into her even as his tongue thrust between her lips.