Logan Chapter 56

-Logan-

Once I get Emory back to our room, I set her back on her feet and pull out one of my shirts and her toiletries from the top of her bag. “You take the bathroom first, then we’ll go to bed.” She flashes me a harried smile and retreats to the bathroom.

I spend the time she’s prepping for bed trying to figure out the least threatening way to sleep in the same bed with my mate. She’s not interested in my cock tonight, but he’s incredibly interested in her. I look down at the tent I’m pitching and try to figure out a solution. I could rub a quick one out while I have the bathroom and see if she’ll fall asleep before it pops back up again like a damn whack-a-mole.

Emory comes back out and jumps under the covers to hide her bare legs under my shirt. She looks so much better in it than I do. I might have to hide all of her pajamas. I give her a wink and a smile before I head into the bathroom myself. Emory will eventually be comfortable enough with me for the both of us to sleep naked, but tonight I’ll sleep in my boxers. I brush my teeth and empty the tank before I place a hand on the wall and start to take care of my situation.

It doesn’t take long to get myself to the edge. Just smelling Emory in my bathroom and seeing her different lotions and skincare bottles are enough to wind me up. I keep it slow and steady as I remember how she was in the car this afternoon- uninhibited and out of control, lips swollen from my kiss, how she smelled, how she tasted, the sound of her moans… I hear the almost-silent intake of breath behind me, and the smell of Emory’s arousal blooms through my bathroom.

I look up and see her eyes on my hand, but it’s too late to stop. “You like what you see, little rose?” I grit out. I’ve been pent up for a straight month and I release all of that into my hand with a drawn out groan. After a minute to catch my breath, I turn and face her. “You didn’t answer my question, baby. Did you like what you saw? I could do an encore if you’re having trouble with your decision?”

Her cheeks blush a deep red before she squeaks out “I’m good” and runs back into the bedroom. Like she hasn’t already seen everything I’ve got in both forms. I can’t wait until we’re more comfortable with each other. I can only hope one day she’ll be demanding with me. I want to know every thought, every fantasy, every far-fetched possibility for her pleasure. For now, it’s about earning that trust.

With a sigh, I pull my boxers back up, wash my hands, and head back out. Emory is laying down on the far side of the bed with her back to me. I love seeing her gorgeous hair spread out on my sheets like rose petals or a bolt of red silk. Shit, she brings out some kind of poet in me. I slide into the bed behind her and kiss her shoulder. “I like you in my shirt, baby. Did you need something from me a minute ago?” I can almost hear her thinking in the silence. “You can’t possibly think I would believe you’re asleep.”

She buries her face into the pillow and takes a deep breath. Smelling me? My scent is pretty faint on these sheets after a month in her apartment, and would be even more so for her. “Not asleep. Just not sure I can face you again. I’m so sorry for interrupting.” She moves to pull the blankets over her head and I grab them with a laugh.

“As far as I’m concerned, that was less an interruption and more an enhancement, baby. Look at me.” She shakes her head, rubbing her face into the pillow. “Emory. Look at me.” I put a little bit of Alpha into my voice and she finally rolls back over, but she still doesn’t meet my eyeline. Close enough. “You are welcome to my body, Emory. I’m yours. You can look, touch, kiss wherever and as much as you want. Don’t be embarrassed, baby. It was hot to catch you watching, you little voyeur.”

I shove my face in her neck and let my stubble tickle her while I take in the lingering arousal in her scent. She playfully fights me off and I finally get a laugh out of her. “Even if you’re not embarrassed, I am. I can’t believe I just walked in like that, without knocking. I was raised better. But then I saw what you were doing and…”

“You just couldn’t look away. I get it. It was the forearms, wasn’t it? Got you all hot and bothered? I can take care of you again, send you right off to sleep with some sweet dreams.” She laughs again and playfully slaps my chest. Ah, it was worth a try. “Come on, mate. Let’s get some rest. We’ve got a string of long days to get through before we can relax again. Come here.”

I pull her into me as my little spoon and wrap an arm around my waist. I feel like a teenager when my dick gets hard again at feeling her ass against my groin. I resolve to ignore it when she lets out a deep breath and finally relaxes against me. That warm feeling shows up in my chest again and I let out a sigh of my own before kissing the back of her head and drifting off to the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.