Careless Moment, Lifetime Regrets

by Kerri

Part 9

Logan woke to the feel of a body pressed against him. His face was buried in a wealth of soft hair, the scent surrounding him. What was that smell, anyway? It brought back a memory of standing alone in a forest; fresh air, pine, the cool crispness of an autumn morning, of being the only person for miles around. Underneath that scent was another one that teased his non-existent memories, the musk of a woman he should know, had to know.

He didn't open his eyes, wanting to sink into the feel and scent of this mystery woman before the dream was gone and he found himself alone in his room at the mansion. Just a few more eons before he had to face the morning.

Her body was spooned inside his, full curvy hips flush against his lap. He was already hardening against her. He slid a hand from around her waist to stroke the soft skin of a hip, then to grip gently and press himself against firm buttocks, burying himself between the soft globes. Her hips moved, sending his head swirling.

The dream woman murmured sleepily, her leg stretching over his, holding him next to her. He wrapped his other arm around her and carefully rolled onto his back, not letting her hips slid off him. Her head fell back next to his, against his shoulder, leaving her bare body stretched atop his, her back to him. She moved her hips again, a gasp escaping him at the friction of that small movement. He never wanted to open his eyes again.

This dream was so real he could smell her arousal, feel her shift and stretch on his chest. Her legs settled alongside his, opening her body for him, just for him, for his hands to explore and stroke. Her hands rested at his sides; one moved up to slide around his cheek into his hair and tighten, her body stretching again. This time a moan passed her lips.

Logan ran his fingertips over her hips, across the satiny skin of her stomach, to cup around full breasts. She arched into his hands, her every movement causing him to clench his teeth together in a bid for control. He massaged the firm flesh a moment before using thumbs and forefingers to pinch and stroke erect nipples.

One hand continued worshipping a breast, the other stroked its way down her stomach, pushing aside the covers to slip through the curls between her open legs. He slid one thick finger into folds of damp flesh to rest against her core.

"Logan," she breathed, moving against his hands.

His eyes opened to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. Real? This was real?

"Please..." she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his bristly one. "Please, Logan."

The events of the previous night came rushing back, reminding him of who this was and where they were. He smiled to himself. Who was he to deny a woman? Especially the woman who wanted his heart on a plate the previous night. He moved a finger over her, making her writhe against him, grind her hips on him.

He released her breast, to her protesting sigh, and slid along her free arm, bringing her hand down to where he teased the most intimate part of her, laying his hand on top of hers, pushing her fingers next to his so they were both pleasuring her. His hand moved back to her breast, tugging at the aroused flesh.

She bent her knees, her feet resting along side his legs, giving them both easier access. The sudden pressure against his heated flesh made him see stars. Charlotte moved her fingers over his, guiding him in the familiar strokes, sharing her solitary pleasures with him. Her mind reached out to his, linking with him, laying bare the feelings ebbing through her at his touch.

Logan gasped himself as her pleasure spiraled through him, hardening even more beneath her. He pushed one finger inside her, then a second, her body opening to him, her fingers delicately keeping time with his.

Her hips moved with the rhythm he set, he thrust against her in time, her heavier breathing warning him over her approaching climax.

What had started out as an incredible wet dream that quickly turned into lazy foreplay now became the act itself. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her against him, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his fingers following his lead, groaning her name.

Her body tensed, her climax exploding through them both. He experienced her pleasure through the link, the free falling sensations sending him over the edge into his own release.

For long minutes they lay together, shuddering with aftershocks, until he noticed she was chuckling slightly. He pushed her legs back down to rest along side his and stroked her body lazily, feeling the slight tremors that still ran through her.

Now he could feel the thickened ridges of flesh that marked the scars. She flinched away in reflex from his touch on the ruined skin, but he held her tighter and continued to tenderly stroke her hip and stomach.

"What?" he growled softly into the ear next to him, then sucked on the earlobe in a playful nibble.

She gasped, then moaned, twisting a little. He was still tucked against her, the slight movement made him aware that he was far from tired.

"I was just wondering," Charlotte answered just as softly.

"'Bout what?"

"Which one of us had the dirty dream."

He laughed with her. "I'm just glad this ain't a dream."

"Me, too. I've been alone with my dreams far too long." She tried to roll off him, but he held her fast.

"Y'ever gonna tell me about us?"

"Someday, but not now."

"Tell me one thing."

"Yes, we both need a shower."

He didn't laugh. "Did ya love me?" He didn't know why it was important, just that it was.

She was silent, he thought for a moment she wouldn't answer the question. Then she spoke in a whisper he had to strain to hear.

"Yes, I loved you. I still love you. You wear my soul next to your heart."

Logan tightened his arms around her. He could feel the medallion pressed between their bodies. Her soul. He wasn't too jaded with the world to realize what that meant. Her words came from the very center of an anguished heart.

After several more minutes he spoke. "Let's take that shower."

"You're assuming we can move."

"Only one of us needs to move, darlin'." He rolled her over to the edge of the bed, then got to his feet. She nestled down into the pillows, but he didn't let her escape. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her hard, carrying her into the bathroom.

"We ever make love in a shower?" he asked with a grin.

"No," she said slowly, not trusting the gleam in his eye. Did a waterfall count?

"Good. I want to make some new mem'ries 'fore ya try an' kill me again."

"I will try."

"I'm countin' on it."

End Part 9.

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