Chapter 5
ROSALIE
When I suggested we take a dip in the hot tub, I thought we’d have some wine, a heavy dose of flirting, and maybe a side of banter.
If things went especially well, we’d make out a little and then see where it goes from there.
But never in a million years, did I think I’d share something so embarrassing, and in turn, Logan would offer to give me an orgasm.
Logan Edwards wants to give me an orgasm!
Me! An orgasm!
Am I hallucinating? Perhaps I drank more than I thought, blacked out, and now I’m dreaming. That makes a helluva lot more sense than all of my teenage dreams suddenly coming to life.
“Rosie? Did you hear what I said?”
I’d be honored if you’d allow me to prove you wrong.
“Oh, I heard you all right.” I wave my hand breezily. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re real or a figment of my imagination.”
Logan’s deep chuckle reverberates through my veins. “I can assure you, I am very real, sweetheart. If you come over here and sit on my lap, you’d have no doubt.”
His hazel eyes burn through me, silently begging me to call his bluff.
“Are you screwing with me? Is this because of the texts you saw earlier?”
He takes a moment to answer. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Those texts were awesome. I would never give you—or any woman, for that matter—shit for being sex-positive. But I don’t want to fuck this up, Rosie. You’re too important to me.”
His words slam into me, obliterating any lingering doubts about seeing this through.
“If you want this,” he continues, his voice deep and rough, each word tinged with a gravelly edge, “I need you to make it crystal clear because once we cross that line, there’s no going back.
If you’re not interested, that’s cool, too.
I promise I’ll fully respect your decision, and we can pretend this entire conversation never happened. ”
I take a moment to steady myself, my pulse thrumming in my ears as my mind races.
Logan’s sincerity is undeniable, his raw emotion laid bare in the way he looks at me—open, honest, and unwavering.
My decision is already made but acknowledging it—saying it out loud—will make it real, and that’s what has my nerves buzzing like live wires.
Here we go.
The steaming hot water cascades down my body as I rise, sending shivers over my skin.
My nipples harden in response to the cold air, drawing Logan’s mesmerizing greenish-gold gaze.
I close the short distance between us, straddling his lap with a confident grace.
I can feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal beneath me, and without hesitation, I sink down.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath, swallowing hard.
“I know.” I moan as the outline of his shaft rubs against me, igniting sparks of desire throughout my body. “Is this clear enough for you?”
He wraps a hand around each one of my hips. “And then some.”
“Good,” I whisper as he tilts his chin up. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
His grip tightens, his thumbs pressing just enough to make my pulse hitch. “So many things.”
The steam rises around us like a curtain, clinging to my skin. The hot water bubbles and hums beneath me, but it’s nothing compared to the heat pooling low in my belly. Logan’s eyes lock on mine—steady, unyielding, and blazing with intent—as the entire world around us seems to fade away.
When our mouths finally collide, an explosive rush of emotions and desire course through my veins.
My lips part, and our tongues dance as I continue to grind on his lap.
An inferno blazes between us, a fire that neither of us are in any hurry to extinguish.
I can feel Logan’s eager anticipation in every touch, every kiss, every thrust, and I return it with equal fervor.
“I never thought I’d have the chance to feel your lips again,” he murmurs. “It’s even better than I remember.”
My breath catches as memories of that night flicker through my mind.
They’re soft and fleeting, his lips on mine, the faint taste of champagne on his tongue, and the bittersweet ache of something we both wanted but were too afraid to claim.
But it ended before we ever really had a chance to begin.
After that night, we seemed to have an unspoken agreement to pretend it hadn’t meant everything.
God, why did we wait nine long years to do this again? We were such fools.
I nod in agreement, not trusting my voice to get the words out.
Logan’s hands move to my jaw, fingers tracing the contours of my face. I run my hands through his hair, feeling its softness under my touch.
“You feel so fucking good, Pip. So fucking right.”
“You, too,” I pant.
There’s a wild hunger in his eyes—a raw, burning desire I’m sure is reflected in mine. But Logan’s carries a gentleness within, a promise that I’ll always be safe with him.
“If you want to hit the brakes, or if I do anything you don’t like, you tell me right away, okay? I mean it, Rosie. You’re in the driver’s seat here. Always.”
“Okay,” I agree, although in this moment, I can’t imagine anything he could do that would be unwanted, unless it was stopping altogether.
My hands roam his body, feeling the hard muscles he’s worked so hard to achieve.
I trace the ink trailing down his right arm, dipping beneath the water until I reach his hand.
Never breaking eye contact, I bring that hand over to my needy core, pressing it against me.
Logan groans while I gasp, his cock jerking in response as the tip of his middle finger dips inside of me, the thin Lycra still between us.
Logan’s hips buck upward, grinding his erection against me.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.
” His lips find my neck, trailing kisses over to the sensitive spot behind my ear, causing me to tremble in his arms. “How many times I’ve jerked off, imagining your hands, your mouth, your pretty, wet cunt gripping me instead. ”
“Sweet baby Jesus, that’s hot,” I pant.
He gives me a crooked grin. “You like it when I talk dirty, Rosie?”
I nod enthusiastically, adding a totally unnecessary “Uh-huh. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot.”
His grin widens as he slowly reaches behind my neck with his free hand, pulling the tie of my bikini loose. Before releasing the strings, Logan’s eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission. When I give him a subtle nod, the black triangles that were covering my breasts fall.
His eyes widen when he notices my piercings. “So fucking sexy.” Logan’s finger traces a circle around my right nipple, lightly brushing against the small barbell. “When did you do this?”
I gasp as he rolls the jewelry between his thumb and forefinger before sealing his mouth around my other nipple, grazing his teeth over that barbell.
“On my twenty-first birthday. You could say I had a little too much to drink, and I was feeling adventurous.”
He releases me with a pop, simultaneously pulling the second tie free. My bikini top floats along the bubbly surface as he says, “You want me to tell you what I plan on doing with these beautiful tits?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
His eyes darken with desire as they drop back down to my chest. My piercings have been a confidence booster from day one, but I’ve never been happier to have them than I am now. There’s no doubt Logan appreciates them, which makes me preen with satisfaction.
“I’m going to wrap my lips around these perky nipples and suck until they’re swollen.
And then, I’m going to pinch them between my fingers until you squirm, straddling the line between pleasure and pain.
” His fingers graze my nipple right before he palms my breast, bringing it to his mouth again.
His tongue darts out in a torturous tease, tracing circles around the pointed tip, flicking the barbell.
I arch my back, moaning in delight as Logan delivers on his promise. I don’t know what kind of voodoo he’s wielding right now, but there’s no denying the pressure building inside of me, and he’s barely touched me.
Logan pulls away from my breasts, licking a trail up the side of my neck as he pulls the ties at my hips free. As the jets carry away the flimsy material, he palms my ass. “God, this ass, Rosie. I’ve been waiting a lifetime to get my hands on it.”
“Oh, yeah?” I moan as he slides a finger down my crack, pressing against the tight hole.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, baby?” Logan pulls my cheeks apart slightly, waiting for my answer.
“No,” I answer.
Swear to god, the man growls. “I can’t wait to be the first.”
“So presumptuous,” I tease because I just can’t help myself. This jealous, possessive vibe he’s giving off? Yeah, I’m so into it. But I’m still me, and needling him is practically a reflex. “What makes you think I’ll let you?”
Logan shifts back, looking me directly in the eye. “Because once I make you come so many times you’ve lost count, you’ll be begging me to take your ass, too. You’ll want me everywhere, Pip. I guaran-fucking-tee it.”
Holy hell, I could get used to this. I never knew I could be so aroused by filthy words, but apparently, I’ve just never heard anyone do it right before.
“Speaking of feeling you…” I reach below the water, but Logan clamps a hand on my wrist before I can reach my target.
“As much as I’d love to have your hands all over me, I made a promise that I intend on keeping first.”
In the next blink, he’s hopping out of the Jacuzzi and scooping me up, bridal style.
The sudden exposure to the cold is so shocking it takes my breath away, but only a few seconds later, we’re inside the house, dripping all over the hardwood floors as he carries me toward the hearth.
Logan lays me down gently on the soft rug, the fireplace immediately chasing away the chill.
His gorgeous face is alight with an orange glow as he stands, removing his swim trunks and kicking them away.
Well, hot damn.