21. Wet dreams and very real Realities

Your tears are my undoing. - Logan

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21. Wet dreams and very real realities

(Logan)

He couldn't sleep. All he could imagine was her, in his bed, twisting and writhing, as he made love to her. As he took them both to ecstasy. And beyond.

He could almost taste her in his tongue, the taste that would be unlike anything. Addictive and alluring. Her.

He wanted to go to her door and plead with her to just give him this one night. But he was sure one night wouldn't be enough for him to satisfy his hunger. It was like a sharp, stinging pain, and it was everywhere.

He craved, yearned a taste of her. Just her. And this hunger, only she could feed. No other would do.

He felt like his room was in the middle of a burning building or the Sahara desert. It was so hot. His whole body was burning. For her.

He pulled the cover over his head and groaned as he closed his eyes.

"Damn it. Get the hell away, Alexandra, I am trying to sleep."

"You want me to go away?" Her voice was sultry, and it was almost too real. He blinked and opened his eyes. She was still there.

"Now I am going insane."

Why the hell is he imagining her now? God. It almost felt real. He looked up and choked on his own spit.

Her hair was loose and all over her and she looked flushed. She looked like seduction and sin, wrapped up together. Like she came to him to give him pain and pleasure. All at once. She took a step close and then she was dancing towards him.

He moaned as he pulled the cover away and she teased his lips with her fingers.

"Kiss me."

"Oh, naughty, naughty, I am not kissing you. I told you the other day about that contract."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?"

"You tell me." She said as she stood up.

"Don't go. Don't."

He woke up, feeling sweaty and hard and wanting to go back to sleep and dream more.

Is that all a dream?

Shit. Shit. Shit. I am in deep trouble.

He took the bottle of water in the small refrigerator he kept in his room, and took a sip and then another and before he knew, it was over and he wanted more water.

He splashed some water against his face and fell head first into his bed.

Sleep. He had to go back to sleep. It was just two and he didn't even have to wake up early to go to work. He needed to sleep, right now. He couldn't just sit here staring at the shadows.

I can't. I want her. I want to see her. To touch her. To -

Make love to her. To mark her.

But she was not his to mark. Or make love.

He sighed as he stood up.

He needed more water, his throat felt like a dry, arid desert. He opened the door, walked out and he wanted instantly to turn back, but he couldn't.

He stared at her, standing there in the light of the refrigerator, wearing what felt like something made to torture men, especially him, and he shut his eyes and sighed. She looked like sin and pleasure. She looked like the promises of hundred sleepless nights.

God. She is going to kill me.

The thing was shorter than his boxers and it had straps on her back, that showed everything to his feasting eyes.

And it was deep, seductive red.

He shuddered. If he stood there any longer, he was going to come and this was going to be faster than his first time.

Where the hell did she find this thing and why the hell is she wearing it?

This was damn middle of the night.

He almost wanted to believe that she was wearing it for him, just to torment him.

Would it be preposterous to think so?

Maybe not.

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(Alexandra)

She woke up from a dream, a hot, bothering dream and she couldn't go back no matter how hard she tried. She told herself that what she would be trying to do was not only dangerous for her heart, but also for her body. But...

What if she wanted more and more? When it came to Logan, she was always greedy. And unsatisfied.

She shook her head as she pulled the red thingy and stared at it with a sigh. No one in their right mind would call this thing anything. A piece of cloth was what it was. She removed her white tee and put it on and the satiny silk slid against her smooth skin that made her moan.

She was going to him, but first she had to make a pit stop to prepare herself. She walked to the dark kitchen and switched on the bulb. It casted a dull blue glow over the place.

She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottled water.

"What are you wearing?" His voice sounded hoarse. It rasped against her skin, sending delicious tremors through her nerve cells. She wanted to hide, but she wore this negligee for him, so.

The night breeze was gentle and cool on her skin, and so was the refrigerator air, but she still felt hot all over when she heard him taking a step. Away from her or towards her, she had no idea. She didn't turn to him. She didn't look at him.

She was teetering and she was sure just looking at him would push her off the ledge. She wasn't ready, but she was always unprepared when it came to him. So... Better be safe than sorry. Better not turn to look at him and his temptations.

Not before she was fully ready.

She pressed the water bottle against her burning cheek and inhaled. She could hear the tik-tok of the clock and if she tried enough, she could also hear how uneven his breathing sounded. She smoothed her dress with sweaty palms.

Okay. Here I go.

"You want water?" She asked, and her voice was strange even to her own ears. In the shadows and silence of the night, it felt like a seductive song, a siren's call.

She could hear his breathing hitch and suddenly he was near her. She gasped when she felt his body behind her. Too close, yet too far away.

Only a step and she would be in his arms. She could have it all. Her dreams would come true. And it wouldn't just be dreams.

But she was afraid to take that step.

He was not.

His heart was not on the line, here.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of the exposed skin and she gasped and moaned. He pressed another kiss at the top of her spine, in between the crisscross of threads on her back and she felt weak-kneed.

"If you want me to stop, please tell me now. If it goes any further, I am afraid I can't do it, I can't control myself." His voice was hoarse and pleading and thick with desire.

That was the push she needed. She turned back and pressed her body against his and he groaned as his arms went around her to pull her closer.

"My God, Alexandra, you don't know how much I wanted this." He said as he grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up to the kitchen slab, before he came to stand in between her legs.

She could feel how much he wanted this. Her cheeks heated as she stared in to his eyes. Dark and dangerous and addicting eyes. They could just look and make her feel like the most amazing, most wonderful woman in the world.

"God, you are so beautiful." He traced her forehead, to her eyebrows, to her cheeks, to her lips and pressed a kiss on her chin. His fingers followed his lips, now, down her chin, her neck. They traced her collar bones, gentle and then with pressure and she shuddered when his fingers moved down, further and further. They lingered closer to her heart and she was so sure he could hear her riotous heart, slamming against her breast, against his open palms.

His eyes were full of unquenched desire and she knew hers would look the same when he bent down and nuzzled her slender throat with his lips and grazed along it with his teeth.

She moaned as she bit her lips and pressed closer to him. God. She wanted the clothes between them gone. She wanted to touch him without any barrier.

"Do you like it?" He whispered, the sound of his voice deep and urgent as he pushed his fingers inside to find her naked, scorching skin. It felt like sweet relief.

She nodded. She couldn't find any words, nothing in her body was working the right way, when he was touching and teasing her and it was making her feel things she wasn't sure all right!

"Do you like it?" He pressed his lips against her neck and sucked and she groaned. It was torture. Pure and simple. And his voice was like a trail of fire on her body.

The pain in her core, the heat pooling between her legs, it was all so strange and different for her. He grabbed her hands in his and pressed it against his chest. "Tell me, Lex."

"Yes." She mewled, feeling wanton and shy at the same time. She pulled his hands and pressed it against her aching breasts, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"Look at me." He said softly and she did.

His fingers played with her and she arched back and she wanted to purr like a cat. She didn't.

Her nerve endings felt like a tightly strung guitar cords and only his fingers could tune it. Only he could make a music out of her. This sexy, seductive, alluring music.

It was like he was the fire she had needed in all those nights of empty coldness. He was warm, he was burning, he was fast and gentle and she felt desired. She felt like she had wings on her back and like she could fly away with him. To everywhere and nowhere.

She clawed at his shirt, feeling like she would simply explode if she didn't feel him, touch him. He chuckled as he pulled his shirt away and there he was, so strong, so beautiful and so warm.

Mine.

For tonight, he was all hers. And she wasn't going to waste it by overthinking everything.

Tonight they belonged. Even if it had all started with some inappropriate proposal, they were married and they were here.

She let her nails draw on his skin and then her fingers soothed it and he stood there, still, unmoving, his eyes locked on hers. She could see how dark they could get when he was aroused and it made her feel so powerful that she could do that to him.

She looked up at him, her eyes hooded and shy, and he smiled.

"God. You are-" He pulled her to him and kissed her lips and she playfully bit it and he chuckled before he pulled her back to him.

His lips fused with hers, breathing her in, and giving his breath back to her. Sharing essence and breath, the kiss left her with hope and confusion.

I love you.

The tumult of emotions surging through her heart and body, it was so uncontrollable. It ran wild with abandon. The words wanted to come pouring out of her, but she bit it back.

This wasn't the time. If she told him, she knew he would never touch her like this. He wouldn't use her after knowing how she felt. He wasn't like that. So she just shut her love and let her lust pour out.

Slowly, he pressed his tongue against her lips, leaving tingles in its wake, and she gasped open, giving him the entrance he so badly wanted. His groan died inside her throat, and her words died inside his tongue. She didn't remember anything, except him.

"Logan..." His name on her tongue went unheard as he mated with her tongue, and she savored every nip and bite. He took his sweet time torturing her. And she felt the pain grow as he kissed her like he had all the time in the world.

What is happening to me? She thought as her eyes went blurry. She looked up at him and he gave her a dazed smile, with dimples and all and she felt like someone had just dipped her in a bath filled with fresh cream and honey and white and pink roses.

When he stopped kissing her, finally, to take a breath, she felt like a warmed marshmallow melting by the campfire.

He pressed her fingers to his lips and smiled up at her, looking so self-satisfied and happy and delirious. She felt the same. She wanted to dance and bounce and do a pirouette.

"I told you that we will see and here we are." He gave her a naughty smile and she shook her head.

"Are you for real? Are you really going to bring that up now?" She shook her head as she gave him a dirty look.

"I did." He said as he grabbed the half finished bottle and gulped it down and looked her up and down. "So where did you find this thing? And what is it?"

"I didn't. Your sisters brought it for me and it is a negligee."

"Yuck. I didn't need to hear that." He shrunk his nose and shook his head, as if he wanted to dispel whatever thoughts he just had. "And the thing neglected to cover you up!"

"You did, after you just brought that day up." She smiled as she pulled the fridge open.

"What are you doing?" He grabbed her by her hips and pressed his body until she could feel every contour of it, every ridge and pane and his desire. His skin was smooth against her back, smooth and exciting.

"I feel like eating an ice cream. That was why I was here in the first place." It was only half a lie.

"Really? So you are wearing this thing for yourself? In the middle of the night?" He gave her a wicked smile.

"Of course." She shrugged.

"Yeah?" He nipped her shoulder and then licked it before pressing a kiss right where he nipped. "Why don't I believe that?" He grinned at her.

"You have the right to your choice." She gave him an innocent look before she took the ice cream tub from the freezer. It was cookie dough and the moment she saw it, she wanted to eat it. She was too hot and she needed to cool down.

"Really? God. I want to eat you, all of you and I am starving and you are going to eat ice cream?" He sounded exasperated and she chuckled.

"You want to eat me?" She smiled at him. "I don't know, but can you? Our contract-"

"The heck with the contract. I can do it as long as you want me to do it." His eyes x-rayed her from the top of her head and the tip of her toes and she felt heat pulsing through her. The fizz of electric charge between them wasn't her imagination.

"Then you have to wait."

"Heartless woman." He sighed as she sat down. He sat down next to her and put his chin on his opened palms and watched as she ate.

"Don't look at me like that. It is distracting me."

"Like what?" He asked and she stared at his chest before she looked up at him.

"Like you want to swallow me or something." She rolled her eyes.

"I do want to swallow you." He said as he grabbed her up and then pulled her down his lap. "Now you can finish your ice cream." He said as his fingers played with the hem of her skimpy negligee.

"I want to rip this away."

"Don't you dare. It is expensive."

"I can buy you a new one."

"You are not ripping it off, Logan. Hush now, and do what you were doing before and let me eat in peace." She said and he chuckled.

"So bossy." He said as he went back to kissing her and teasing her and touching her. When she finished eating ice cream and felt like she could finally control herself, she stood up, turned around and sat right back on him. He gasped and she could feel him, she could feel how turned on he was and it almost frightened her.

This was all so new to her. It wasn't like she didn't know what was what, she wasn't that naive, but she had never experienced it. Everything she had known was from her bookish knowledge.

"Ah, that feels so good, baby." He said as she pushed her fingers through his thick, silky hair and stared at him.

He was so beautiful in the moonlight. Like a prince, only much, much better. He looked like someone had taken time to carve him up. All lean and lithe and when he moved, he moved like a ballet dancer.

Whenever she looked at him, she couldn't help but admire how handsome he was. Yes, she loved him for his heart and his mind, but his body was an added, amazing bonus

"Lex." He said after kissing her for a while. She panted and took a deep breath. "Will you come with me?" He asked, his eyes dark and stormy on hers. She knew what he was asking, she knew she could never go back if she said yes.

Could she say yes.

Kissing, she could say yes to, without any fear. But this, this would mean something more to her. This wouldn't be just a roll in the hay or sex. This would be love making for her and she-

You know you want this.

But--

"Yes." She was more shocked than him to hear her say it.

His answering smile was what she needed to soothe her fear and the twisting in her stomach, but it didn't completely go away. The pressure in her chest was getting painful and her lungs felt like it couldn't get enough oxygen.

He grabbed her hand in his and hugged her for a moment. She pressed her cheeks against his naked chest and could hear his heart thudding the same way hers was. His skin was heated, as well.

His hug was so soft, so gentle and it made her feel safe. Like this was home. Like he was home. From the very first day, he had been home to her.

This was the same man who had just kissed her so passionately, so wildly, but he could also be just as generous and gentle and that was exactly why she was so unprepared.

She hesitated near the door and he gave her a comforting look.

"Logan." She nervously watched him as he stopped. He was tall and lean and beautiful and her eyes skittered down to his boxers and she gasped. She didn't know what to do.

Just looking at that made her eyes wide.

She felt like a coward. She felt so scared that she wanted to just run away and hide behind her room and never come back out.

"Yes?"

"I-I-" She closed her eyes before she took a deep breath. "I have never done this before."

***

(Logan)

"Logan?" Her voice was soft and breathy and nervous. He stopped and turned to look at her. She was standing just behind the door and she looked twitchy and her face was pallid. She looked like she wanted to vomit her stomach out. Or run away.

Oh my God, please don't tell me you are not leaving me like this. He thought as he looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She looked ravaged, her lips were swollen and her cheeks and her whole body was flushed and her eyes were hazed and dreamy. She looked like a moon goddess, bathed in the glow of dim light and the moon light. He wanted to take her right then and there.

She looked nervous and he wanted to say that it was alright, that it was her choice.

It was. But if she went away, right now, he would go crazy.

"Yes?" He gave her a comforting smile.

What he didn't expect was her to say what she said.

"I-I have never done this before."

His eyes widened as he appraised her. "Oh my God." He breathed out as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.

He kissed her forehead. "It is okay if you want to say no. But just stay with me even if you don't want to go any further, because I can't sleep alone." He was lying. He knew he was, because he didn't want her to say no.

"I really-I thought-" She looked down. "I am sorry."

What he wanted was to scream. He was aching and she was- shit, he wanted her. So bad. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a gulp of freezing air. It almost calmed him.

"Hey, don't be." He pushed a finger to her chin and pulled her face up. Her green eyes were shiny, like she was trying hard to hold in her tears and he felt like a bastard. "You don't have to say sorry for that."

"I thought I was ready. I wanted- I did, but now-"

"Ssh." He pressed his fingers against her lips. "Just come here and sleep."

"I feel like a tease. I wore this for you, Logan and I know what will happen if I did, and then- then you asked me to tell you to stop if I don't want it to go any further and I really wanted it to go-"

She closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheeks and he felt his heart give. She looked so young, and sad and apologetic he couldn't help but comfort her. He wiped her tears away.

His protective instinct came alive and he didn't want to scream anymore. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and go to sleep, with her besides him.

"Lex, darling, shush now. I feel sleepy. Are you going to stand there and continue blathering or coming to sleep." He said and yawned.

"I can go, if you want me to." She said.

"I don't want you to go anywhere." He said as he sat down and she followed, her steps small and hesitant.

He pulled the cover away and crawled in before patting the side next to him. "But you are going to be my pillow today." He said and she nodded.

When she lied down, he pulled her to him and she snuggled closer until she was comfortable and he pressed his lips to her hair.

"Sleep tight, darling."

"You, too."

"I will."

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Me: *smiling wickedly*

Logan: Really?

Me: What?

Logan: Don't look all innocent.

Me: you were a perfect gentleman and now you are complaining?

Logan: I know it is all your fault. Damn, woman!

Me: Oh, I don't know what you are talking about. Maybe I can wake Alex and ask her.

Logan: Shut up and go away

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So??? Let me hear your thoughts??? 🤔💭

Did you like it?😜

Ps: I kinda want to make sure this is happening without going into too much explicit details. I have always loved a good kissing and teasing, but I suck at writing love scenes.

So is this okay? To the point without too dirty? Or do I need to tone it down?

I am still confused.

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