Текст книги "She: Part 2"

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“I think he likes you,” he says.

My eyes dart up to meet his, and a split second later we burst into laughter. I don’t know if it’s the wine, or because we’re on holiday, but I’m certain that Logan and I have never laughed together as much as we have done tonight. I love it; I love blending our playfulness with our sexual desire for one another. It’s been such a long evening of play and foreplay and I’m so ready for him, so ready for that deep erotic longing to be satiated at last.

Still giggling, I grab Logan’s hand and pull him back onto the bed. He comes willingly, kneeling between my open legs, and widening his own legs as far as he can. He holds me under my pelvis and lifts me over him, my weight resting on my upper back. I wrap my legs around his middle and then lock them there by twisting my feet together. He keeps one hand under my lower back, supporting me, while the other one strokes my stomach, moving south with speed. His whole hand slides over my sex, and I arch upwards, pushing myself into him more firmly.

I’m wet, very wet, and Logan uses his palm to spread my lubrication, focussing his attention on my clitoris, making a shiver of satisfaction run through my body, and my legs twitch.

“Logan,” I moan quietly.

He watches his hand, and I watch him. I want to throw my head back, arch my whole body and give in to his beautiful touch, but I can’t; I’m mesmerised by his face, and the erotic excitement that it conveys. His eyes are amorous and completely enchanted by the sight of me, open and waiting for him. He sucks his bottom lip and then his eyes look up into mine and he smiles.

“You look so damn good, baby,” Logan says, the heel of his hand pushing into me more firmly. I shiver and moan again. Then his hand retreats and he takes himself in hand and guides himself to my entrance, as impatient to be inside of me as I am to feel him there.

His movements are slow and measured; he enters me leisurely, closing his eyes to better feel my warmth, letting out that low guttural groan that drives me wild. I can’t keep my legs from shaking as he stimulates me in all the best places.

“Ah!” I whimper.

“You feel so good,” he moans, and then he starts to take me, slowly.

Oh, fuck! He feels exquisite! Each glorious, deep thrust causing us both immeasurable pleasure. I reach my hands as far south as I can, just managing to take ahold of his base with one of them, whilst stroking my overly-sensitive clitoris with the other one. Ah! Logan’s groans grow exponentially louder and he thrusts harder, pushing me closer to heaven each time.

We watch each other. Our mouths are open, issuing continual cries of ecstasy as he speeds up, taking me faster, and then faster still. Our lips are far away from one another’s, yet I feel wholly connected to him. We’ve never watched each other like we are doing now; feeling, sensing, seeing just how much we affect the other. I love it! I love reading the pleasure on his face and then feeling his body act out that pleasure as he hardens even more inside of me.

“Oh, Logan!” I cry. I let my hands fall and grab the duvet beneath me, scrunching it tightly. I’m close, so close!

Logan arches his back, lifting me higher, thrusting deeper. I call out again.

“Ah!” He looks so turned on, so beautiful. A few incredible moments later he orgasms, spilling himself into me while calling out my name. It’s music to my ears. And the feeling of him pulsating inside of me pushes me further…and further…

Abruptly, unexpectedly, Logan jolts his hips forward again and I’m left teetering on the verge. He leaves me here, as I scream silently.

“I love watching you come,” he pants and I hit his tummy, begging him to finish my pleasurable suffering, making him chuckle. Then, too slowly to bear, he moves in me for a final time, and I come magnificently as an actual scream escapes me. My body trembles and drowns in endorphins. I’m out of my mind in pleasure. Holy hell!

“That was amazing,” I pant.

He grins down me. “Well, I do believe I promised you a really good time.”

* * *

In the morning I awake with a start, momentarily forgetting where I am. I relax quickly, a smile on my face, as I replay how I ended up here: Logan picked me up from work, and we went to the airport; I had a minute of panic on the plane until he told about naming a hotel in my honour, which distracted me entirely; I actually cried when I found out that he was taking me to Beaux Rêves; we ate a scrumptious dinner, played a very fun game, and then retreated to our room for a night of exemplary pleasure. I think we fell asleep after our third orgasm, or was it our fourth?

“Mmm,” I mumble happily. I stretch my body, bringing some reprieve to my overused muscles and I spend a long while falling in and out of sleep, reminiscing about how exceptional last night was. When I’m more fully awake, I reach out for Logan next to me, but there’s no one there.

My eyes dart open and I see that his side of the bed is empty. On his pillow is a note; I hastily sit up and read:

Good morning, beautiful. If you wake while I’m gone, I’ll be back soon. Ponder last night…I know I am… ;) I love you x

I grin at his instructions. Ponder? Oh, I’m way ahead of you, Logan.

I fall back on my own pillow and doze a little more, until a sexy and fun idea races into my mind. Suddenly feeling full of energy, I dart out of bed and walk naked over to the desk that is in full sight of the front door.

Pulling out one of the two chairs, the one that faces the door, I take a seat, cross my legs and rest my hands on my knee, inadvertently pushing my breasts together to form quite the cleavage. I sit with an amused grin on my face. This is how I’ll greet my gorgeous boyfriend this morning, I decide.

Hmm, this’ll look better if I’m wearing high heels. It also might be more appealing if my body were fresh, I think, feeling rather sticky. Quickly I retrieve the highest pair of heels that I’ve brought with me and I run back to the chair, dumping them on top, before running into the bathroom to take the fastest shower of my life, all the while hoping that Logan doesn’t arrive back before I’ve had time to dry off and get back into position.

Fortunately whatever he’s doing gives me the five minutes I need to get clean and seated in the chair once more, this time lying my towel down first and sitting on top of it. It’s the cleanlier thing to do, Gem. I put my heels on and get into position just in time. Outside of the door I can hear Logan’s voice.

Why is he talking to himself, I wonder. I blanch when I realise…he’s not!

Shit!

Fuck!

Shit!

I hear another, unfamiliar voice outside of the door, and then the sound of the keycard in the slot. It beeps, and I swear out loud. Just as the door handle begins to turn, I stand, stark naked, kick off my heels (I can’t move as quick as I need to in them) and sprint for the bathroom. I know the front door is open by the time I reach my safety zone; I just hope that I haven’t been sprung!

I slam the door behind me, immediately spotting a fluffy, white bathrobe hanging on the back of it. Oh, Gemima, this could only happen to you!

Swiftly, I pull on the robe and then I bang my head against the door. That was supposed to be sexy, dammit! Taking a deep, calming breath, I open the door to face the music. Please don’t have seen me, I beg internally.

Outside of the door I am face to face with Logan. He’s staring at me with large eyes. He looks more concerned than amused, making me think that he didn’t see my naked dart. He’s fully dressed; something I make plans to rectify as soon as we’re alone. Behind him an employee of the hotel is setting up the table I was sitting at for a romantic breakfast. Sweet, Logan!

Logan looks quizzically over his own shoulder at the waiter. Then back at me. He’s confused, but manages to look utterly ravishing doing so.

“Good morning,” I say casually. I reach up to kiss his lips.

Instinctively his hands take ahold of mine; I smile at this natural movement of his.

“Uh, good morning… Is everything, OK?” he asks tentatively.

I nod.

“Why’d you slam the door?” he whispers.

“No reason,” I say as nonchalantly as I can manage.

“Did you, uh, get your period?” he whispers even quieter.

What? “No, Logan,” I laugh.

“Then, what?” he asks, still looking concerned.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I tell him, but he continues to want an answer. I peek over his shoulder, making sure we’re not being stared at, and then I confess in a very quiet voice, “If you must know, I was naked. Sitting at that table. Awaiting your return.”

Logan is chuckling before I’ve even finished talking. “That would explain the waylaid shoes,” he grins. “What outcome was this ploy of yours designed to achieve?”

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. With my lips against his, I say, “To seduce you, lover.”

Behind us the staff member has finished laying out our breakfast. “Est-ce que ce sera tout, Monsieur?” he asks Logan. Will this be all?

Reluctantly tearing his smouldering eyes away from me, Logan turns and nods. “Merci beaucoup,” he says.

We break apart, and while Logan sees the waiter out, I go over to inspect the spread on the table. Tea and coffee, orange and apple juice, toast, condiments, a fruit platter, and a selection of hot food as well. It looks very appetising. I smile to myself; what a delicious start to the day. Now, where to begin?

The door shuts and I look over at Logan. Perhaps I’ll begin with him, I think slyly. I grin at him. “This looks nice,” I say. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he says alluringly.

“Shall we eat, and then go and explore the hotel?” I ask, coyly.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” he says, shaking his head. “I want to hear more about you sitting…naked…waiting for me…” He saunters over to me as he talks, and when he stands before me he puts on his best, most seducing, most adorable smile. I can’t help but smile back, thrilled that I have him so intrigued. “How were you sitting?” he wants to know.

“You’re sure we’re not going to be joined by another staff member?” I check before answering.

“I’m sure,” Logan says, greedily.

“Because I’ve never run so fast in my life!”

Logan starts laughing, his lips getting closer and closer to mine. “No more interruptions,” he promises, his lips brushing against mine. He takes ahold of my bottom lip with his teeth and bites impatiently. “How were you sitting?” he breathes.

I smile at him, and then take a small step back from him, my confidence returning to me. I hook my thumb into the tie of my bathrobe and pull it loose, letting the robe fall open. In doing so I reveal my naked body to Logan. He looks me up and down, amatory desire wild in his eyes, and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I let the robe fall to the floor, and ignoring my shoes, I take a seat once more.

I cross my legs, stretch my arms out in front of me, and rest my hands on my knee. I arch my back a little, and shake my head so that my long hair falls loosely down my back.

“Wow,” Logan takes me in. “I think I’m going to have to cancel the car,” he mutters.

“Why ever do you say that?” I ask him, playfully.

“Because you could not look any sexier.”

I smile. Hmm, is that a challenge? “Are you sure about that?” I ask him.

“Not at all,” he laughs.

“No, me either. Perhaps I wasn’t sitting like this…” I play coy again. “Perhaps it was a little more like this…” I put my arms by my sides, uncross my legs and open them wide, exposing everything to Logan.

His mouth opens. “Holy shit!” he breathes. I can see something bulging promisingly at the crotch of his trousers. “What are you doing to me, baby? My head’s going to implode!”

He’s made it way too easy for me, and I say the obvious, “Which one?”

His smile returns; his breathing is fast, his chest heaving. He drops to his knees in front of me, between my open legs. His hands automatically take ahold of my calves; his grip firm, as though he plans on holding me in place.

I smile down at him, my anticipation soaring. Butterflies take flight in my tummy. It’s so gratifying to see the effect that my confidence and my body has on him. His obvious fervour for it makes me see it in a new light; it makes me appreciate my curves, and my sexiness, and my femininity in a way that I’ve never done before.

“Selfishly, I’m extremely glad I didn’t have to share this view with our waiter,” Logan quips.

I cringe at the thought.

He smiles and his dimples seduce me; I can’t hold back any longer, I have to have him, now! I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. Logan responds immediately, his hands traveling up my legs to my backside, which he pulls forward, moving me to the edge of the seat, closer to his body. His tongue caresses mine forcefully; it’s a frenzied, impassioned kiss. It makes me crave him all over.

We’ve done this before, I muse, as his lips leave mine and he trails kisses down my neck and shoulder, yet my craving for him never ends. No matter how many times I’ve had Logan, I always want him again.

He buries his face between my breasts before sucking each of my nipples in turn. I let out an airy moan and to my delight Logan keeps on moving south.

“You did that yesterday,” I remind him, before instantly regretting it. Shut up, Gem!

Logan mercifully ignores me for a moment, kissing my stomach, before moving lower still. He jokes, “Shall we draw up a weekly quota?” He pushes my legs wider apart and I can’t keep from groaning. “You know, only so much oral sex, hand work, and intercourse permissible per week?” he smiles against my thigh.

I crack up. “Certainly not,” I laugh.

“Well then…” he grins up at me, “will you appease my greed?” His eyes are shining with both mischief and promise.

I’m abruptly convinced that I’m having some sort of out of body experience. Oh my god, I love this man; he’s so ineffably sexy! My arousal shoots even higher. I don’t look down but I know that if I did, I’d see exactly how aroused he’s making me.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I giggle breathlessly, giving him full permission.

“Temporary madness,” he smiles, “it happens to the best of us, baby.” He kneels up and brushes his lips against mine for a final time, before nestling low, his face inches from my glistening sex.

My legs grow tense as I anticipate his first move. I’ve never watched him go down on me before, and though it hasn’t even started yet I’m already convinced that this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He moves closer, knowing my eyes are on him, and he breathes in. I shudder in the seat, feeling way too turned on to even contemplate embarrassment, and I tilt my hips forward, silently begging him to take me. He does.

He licks me from the bottom of my opening to the top of my clitoris and I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping the sides of the seat as I quiver against him. His hands tighten on my backside, holding me close, as he starts making out with me down there. Oh, yes! His tongue is strong, forceful, pushing me to new heights.

“Yes, Logan!” I pant, watching him, and feeling myself climb quickly.

His eyes dart upwards and he stares at me without stopping his sweet, warm caress. I blush furiously at being caught watching him, and he smiles against my sex, his eyes full of arousal.

Holy shit! I was wrong: this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck! We gaze at each other; it’s so intimate, so unbelievably sexy! I whimper and shake as he gives me one long, exaggerated lick, driving me wild with desire for more.

“Ah, Logan,” I wail.

He looks completely enamoured, holding our eye contact as he moves his tongue lower, away from my clitoris, to my entrance. He starts entering me there, and I want to scream. My hands tightening their grip on the chair. Oh god! Oh god! I can’t watch anymore; I’ll come imminently if I do.

I moan loudly, arching backwards and closing my eyes, as I really feel him take me. His tongue playing in my entrance is the biggest tease! It’s amazing, incredible, the best use of a tongue that I can currently think of.

I want to stay quiet, but I just can’t. “AH!” I cry. Fuck, it’s never felt this good before, has it?

He runs his tongue north once more, and I’m about to explode. My legs start shaking and a few divine moments later, I orgasm, my whole body trembling.

“Logan,” I moan, as I shake it out.

Eventually the pleasurable torment ends, and I sigh loudly, feeling unequivocally seen-to as I slouch back in the chair, my legs sprawled.

“Hands down the sexiest moment of my life,” I hear Logan say. His hands glide up and down my legs, slowly bringing me back down to planet Earth.

“It was OK,” I say sarcastically, before revelling in the sound of Logan’s laughter – he so knows that it was more than OK!

I straighten up in the chair, and close my legs, my breathing still double time. Logan sits back on his heels, a smug smile on his gorgeous face.

“My favourite part was when you blushed,” he kneels up once more, wraps his arms around my back, and bring his face close to mine. I feel him smile against my lips; his lips are still wet…and it’s too much for me. I kiss him fervidly, relishing the taste of myself on his tongue. It’s so sexy, so intimate.

Logan stirred something deep within me when he explored my entrance, and now I’m eager to continue that exploration. Despite how powerful my orgasm was, there’s a certain magnitude of pleasure that can only be tapped into when he’s inside of me, when we’re united like that. And there’s no better time than the present, I think slyly.

Similar thoughts are running through Logan’s head; he stands quickly, unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them fall to the ground. He’s going commando. Again. I stand too, my fingers hastily gripping the hem of his jumper and I pull it forcefully up and over his head. He’s not wearing anything underneath it either and I smile at this, knowing it to mean that, despite appearances, he was not dressed for the day; he fully intended on getting naked once again.

“Are we going to make it out of this hotel room at all this weekend?” I question him playfully.

Logan looks considerate for a moment, as something occurs to him. He shifts the chair so that it faces the window. He sits on it, his legs wide, his erection protruding, and beckons me closer. “If you sit with your back to me, you can look out of the window if you want,” he chuckles.

Oh, Logan! Smiling, I say, “You’re so accommodating.”

I stand between his legs, my back to him, and as I lower my backside down, Logan catches me with his strong hands. He closes his legs slightly, and I straddle him backwards, sitting on his lap. He pulls me closer to him, his arms tighten around my stomach.

“Lean on me,” he whispers.

I do so, leaning back against his broad, taut chest, my head resting on his shoulder. He’s stable and dependable behind me, I like the supported feeling. I gaze up at him, relaxing fully. It’s the calm before the come, I think.

“You’re supposed to be looking out of the window,” he coos, his hand lightly grazing my cheek.

I grin at him and shake my head. He’s the centre of everything, I can’t look anywhere but at him.

Logan bends his neck forward and I bend mine back, bringing our lips together. I reach up and cradle his head in my hands and we kiss slowly, sensually. His hands cup my exposed breasts, squeezing and caressing them beautifully, before one of them grazes over my body, down to my sex.

He wastes no time, eagerly slipping two long fingers inside of me. I practically melt around them, moaning softly into his mouth. This is the exquisite fullness I love feeling, but I don’t want to feel it quite like this. Reaching behind me, I take his penis in my hand and a few moments later, he’s firmly inside of me. His hand finds a new purpose, rubbing my clitoris, as I begin to move on him speedily.

We last a satisfying, pleasure-drenched ten minutes, and I don’t waste one second of it looking out of the window.

2. I’ll Be Your Lover, Too

We do make it out of our hotel room, eventually. For the rest of our morning we explore the hotel, which allows me to overload my phone with photographs of the decor, before we set off in a sleek, silver SUV that Logan has hired for us.

Driving through Nice is amazing, and beyond it along the beautiful coastline, the steady presence of the vast ocean is on our right, its dark water looking deceptively alluring. After an hour of driving, we pull in to a cliff-top car park with magnificent views, and walk along a narrow path which is a little too close to the edge for my liking, until we come across a secluded yet busy beachside cafe-cum-tourist shop.

Enjoying the vibe of the place, Logan and I stay for lunch and just as we’re leaving to take a stroll along the beach, I pull him into the shop, which is filled with many kitschy treasures.

“I just don’t get it,” Logan blurts out as we walk around, hand in hand. “What are you looking for?”

I tear my eyes away from an entire shelf of brilliant if not gaudy seaside snow-globes, and I grin at him with a shrug.

He rolls his eyes playfully, even more confused.

Giving his hand a squeeze, I then explain, “I walk into a shop with an open mind and a willingness to be blown away at any moment by something spectacular that I simply must have.”

“Huh…that actually sounds quite nice,” Logan admits. He makes me laugh by adding, “I can’t do that. I always have in mind what I want or need, I go in, get it, and then I leave. None of this blown away business.”

Coming to stop in front of an umbrella stand being utilised for long, colourful fishing nets, I say to him, “There must be one type of shop that you’re happy to browse in?”

He thinks for a moment, and then smiles at me. “A candy store.”

“Really?” I laugh again. That’s unexpected, although… “Does that explain the gallbladder?” I tease.

“Probably,” he chuckles.

“Excusez-moi, Madame,” someone taps my shoulder.

Spinning around, I find myself face to face with one of the cashiers. I give her a small, inquisitive smile.

She continues, “Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de remarquer que vous aviez l’air d’aimer nos épuisettes.” I could not help but notice that you seem to like our nets.

Oh! I throw them a brief glance. “Uh…”

“Elles sont en solde dès aujourd’hui, et il y a un bon endroit à deux minutes en bas de la plage.” They’re on sale today, and there is a good spot just two minutes down the beach.

I give Logan a cheeky grin. In that case, I think giddily, before saying to the cashier, “Nous en prendrons deux, s’il vous plaît.” We’ll have two, please.

* * *

The so-called two minute walk is at least fifteen. I’m about to give up on the venture when Logan spots what we’re looking for: a small collection of pools, which on closer inspection are teeming with marine life.

With my feet securely planted on one of the rocks, I look up at him and say, “Now what?”

Logan laughs at me. “Now you catch something, baby. We’ll have it for dinner.”

I pull a face. “I don’t want to,” I mumble, suddenly wondering how I was so easily seduced into buying these nets.

He pokes me in the stomach with the end of his, still chuckling. “Catch and release, Gemima,” he tells me.

Oh, good, I think, dunking my net into the water, making a grand swooping motion and pulling it up a few seconds later…with something inside of it! I peer at the net, trying to make out what I’ve caught.

I gasp when I realise, “I’ve got crabs!”

Logan stumbles off of the rocks and back onto the beach amidst a fit of laughter, and it takes me several moments to realise why. Seriously, Gem, you could’ve worded that better!

When he at last stops laughing at my ridiculous inability to think before I speak, we continue fishing but tire of it quickly. Soon we’re back in the car, driving once more, and this time it’s not the ocean, but the quaint, movie-set-like villages that we pass that capture our attention. We stop in one towards the end of the afternoon, walking around a local weekend market that’s in its twilight, and all the while Logan and I are talking and learning more about each other.

It doesn’t take me long to realise that this day is different to any other we’ve spent together before now. As we drive back to the hotel, I acknowledge that something has changed between us as we’ve whiled away our day sightseeing and driving up and down this small stretch of the French Riviera. No matter where we’ve found ourselves, we’ve spent our time playing like children: chasing each other and being silly in a way that we’ve never previously been. It’s been fun, lighthearted, and has attracted me to Logan in a whole new way.

I realise that we’re building a different side to our relationship – our friendship – and I love it, I love him in this new light. Our relationship was so hot and fast right from the beginning that we never had the time to establish ourselves as friends. We jumped straight in to being lovers, which was wonderful (so wonderful), but throughout today it feels like we’ve taken the sex and flirting away, and while spending our time playing and being goofy, I’ve seen that there is something more than sex that brought us one another. There’s real camaraderie, and a true, inexplicable connection.

“Today’s been amazing, Logan,” I tell him, after we’ve parked the car and are making our way up to our hotel room. “It’s been fun becoming your friend,” I smile at him.

“Oh, baby,” he smiles affectionately back at me, before he presses his lips to my forehead. “It’s been fun becoming yours too, Gemima. I love getting to know you more, all your different sides and facets and moods. You’re fascinating,” he says, his sincerity evident.

“Ditto, Leary,” I grin, reaching up on my toes of kiss his full, delicious lips.

He is fascinating, I muse, as I change into my second nineteen-twenties inspired dress for our dinner on the terrace. He’s always fascinated me, but before today that interest had more of a sensual edge to it. Now I’m downright curious about every single thing about him. I’d be his shadow for days and simply watch him, learning everything, if that weren’t weird and borderline creepy.

Dinner will be a chance to talk more, I note, giving myself a once-over in the floor length mirror. While yesterday’s dress was beautiful, Mercy has really outdone herself with this one. It is stunning, flawless, and I’m instantly convinced that it’s more appealing than every other item of clothing I own, combined. It’s light-green – a perfect match for Logan’s eyes while also complimenting my own, and in-keeping with the fashion of the time, it ends mid-calf. The silk lining slides smoothly over my skin, with captivating crystal detailing sitting over the top.

It fits me so perfectly, that I can’t help wondering aloud, “How did Mercy know my size?”

“I told her,” Logan says, emerging from the bathroom, the sight of him making me swoon.

Oh, good god, he’s never looked sexier! I can’t stop my shameless ogling. I look him up and down, utterly transfixed. Mercy has, again, surpassed last nights standards of debonairness. Logan’s well-fitted light-grey suit, comprised of pants, waistcoat and jacket, makes him look like he’s stepped back in time. And the way he wears it, with such confidence and charisma, derails my thoughts entirely.

“Logan…you look…” I trail off. Wasn’t I in the middle of asking him something, I try to recall.

He straightens his jacket and buttons it up. I’m tempted to go over to him, reach out my hands, and undo what he just did.

“You look flummoxed, Gemima,” he grins, striding over to me.

“I am,” I breathe as his hands settle around my waist.

He returns the gesture, now looking me up and down, and with slightly more grace than I, he says, “You look phenomenal.”

I pull myself together to tell him, “So do you, Logan.” I can’t help but add, “You look so fucking good!”

He laughs and leans down to kiss me quickly. “I told Mercy your size,” he says again, reminding me of my original question.

I stare at him, perplexed. I hadn’t taken Logan for one who knows much about women’s sizing. Suddenly I realise, “Ah, you checked my other dresses for the size?”

He shakes his head.

He didn’t? “Then, how did you know?” I’m confused.

He releases me and holds his hands in front of him, between our stomachs. The fingers on each hand are curved inwards and it looks like he’s making an oval shape between them. “I know your exact size because I’ve felt it,” he says simply. “I’ve felt you, many memorable times. This,” he indicates his hands, “is the size of your waist. This,” he moves his hands outwards, creating a larger oval, “is how your hips feel. And your bust,” he moves his hands in ever-so-slightly, “is like this,” he tells me. “So Mercy just took a measuring tape and jotted down the circumference of the shapes I made with my hands, and voilà, we had your measurements,” he says, matter-of-factly.

I stare at him, stunned by his sexy, sexy words. He’s memorised the way I feel so accurately that his measurements are faultless!

“And I’d say that it’s a pretty good system,” he adds, smiling adorably.

“Logan, that is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I blurt out, feeling suddenly breathless.

He starts chuckling. “Really?” he seems unconvinced.

“Really,” I assure him.

“Maybe you should keep in mind that I was spaced out on painkillers at the time,” he laughs. “It was probably inappropriate more than sexy,” he thinks.

I shake my head as I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. “I know all about saying inappropriate things,” I roll my eyes at myself.

“Like I’ve got crabs?” Logan says, laughing once more.

“Exactly,” I giggle. “And what you just said doesn’t cut it, baby.“ I kiss him. “Thank you,” I say to him. “It’s wonderful, and I feel every bit the part.” I look down at my body, reveling in how much I like what I see.

“Good,” he nods. “That was the plan. Now…” he reaches into his pocket and takes out his mobile phone. He takes several steps backwards and then holds it up to snap a picture of me. In explanation, he tells me, “I’m going to want to look at this picture on lonely business trips.”

“But I’ve got clothes on,” I toy with him.