Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“All right.” She looks at me shyly. “I like it when you call me that. Kitten, I mean. And sweetheart.”
God, I want to kiss her so badly!
“Sweet names for a sweet girl,” I murmur. I lean down and give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. I won’t let myself do more than that, even though I’m aching to. I straighten up. “Now go get ready for your massage.”
“All right.” She disentangles herself from me and gets off the couch. As she heads to the bedroom, I give myself a stern talking-to about not taking advantage of my pregnant sister-in-law.
I’m going to have to be very careful here to keep from breaking the Unbreakable Laws.
16
POPPY
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m lying in the middle of Logan’s king-sized bed wearing nothing but my bra and underwear.
It’s the nicest set I own—a matching set trimmed in white lace that makes my skin look creamy. I bought it for my honeymoon, but didn’t end up wearing it for some reason. Honestly, I never wore much of anything with Dirk—he didn’t like the distraction of having to take things off of me. In fact, sex with him was always a pretty quick affair. He’d roll on, pump a few times, and roll off again. Wham-bam-thank you, Ma’am.
But we’re not having sex tonight, I remind myself. Logan is just going to massage me, like Dr. Elizabeth said he should. We’re following her orders so I can have a happy, healthy pregnancy—that’s all.
Still, I can’t help being filled with a mixture of trepidation and desire as I wait for him in the middle of the vast bed. My white bra and panties show up nicely against his dark blue duvet, I can’t help thinking.
I should be cold—I was shivering earlier. But actually, I’m hot again. It’s like the blood in my veins has risen in temperature and its making my whole body warm from the inside out.
At last, Logan comes into the room. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt as usual, but he takes the t-shirt off before he gets on the bed with me. Then he looks down at me, his hands resting on his knees.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His deep voice is hoarse. “I think you’re glowing, sweetheart.”
I can feel a blush creeping up on my face.
”Th-thank you,” I stammer. “But you don’t have to say that.”
“I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful whether you like it or not, kitten,” he growls softly. “And to me, you’re always beautiful. So you might as well get used to it.”
I’m not sure what to say to that but Logan picks up the lotion bottle and squirts some into his palm. He rubs his hands together, warming it.
“Turn over,” he tells me. “We’ll start with your back.”
I do as he says, glad that I already put my hair up. A minute later I feel his big, warm hands rubbing and squeezing my shoulders. He pauses for a moment to push my bra straps down and then starts again, drawing a moan from my lips. God, he’s good at this! His hands are so big and warm—he kneads me in just the right away. I can feel my tension melting as he works on me.
But the next minute it spikes again, along with my temperature. He plucks at the back of my bra, where it closes with a neat line of hooks and eyes.
“Can I unfasten this?” he asks me. “It would make it easier to do your whole back.”
“I…I guess so. Yes,” I say, my voice shaking.
“Good girl,” he murmurs and I feel a rush of pleasure. Then he’s unfastening my bra and pulling it apart, baring my entire back.
He spends a long time on my back and shoulders before moving down to my hips and legs. He doesn’t touch my butt—though I wouldn’t mind if he did. I feel tense and tight there too.
His long fingers do knead my upper thighs, though—right where they meet my butt. I moan a little and spread my legs, letting him know I don’t mind. Logan takes the hint and massages inward, just a little. For a minute I swear I can feel him brushing my pussy lips. Then one big hand comes to rest on my ass.
“Poppy?” he asks, making my name a question.
“Yes…go ahead.” I wiggle a little. “You can…can pull down my panties too,” I add, though I don’t know where I get the nerve to say so. “I mean, if…if they’re getting in the way.”
“They are.” He slips his fingers into the waistband and I feel him pulling them down. A cool breeze hits my bare ass and I moan softly.
Logan pulls my panties down to mid thigh and I spread my legs wider and tilt my pelvis up. I can feel his eyes on me—I know he must be able to see my pussy this way. I find the thought embarrassing…but also incredibly hot. I wiggle some more.