Olivia's POV
I woke to Logan's warmth against me, his arm over my waist. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating our entwined bodies. I blinked awake, suddenly conscious of our bare skin.
I felt Logan stir behind me, his body shifting as he pulled me closer in his sleepy state. His hard c**k pressed insistently against my backside, a reminder of our passionate night and the promise of more to come.
"Morning, beautiful," he mumbled sleepily, his lips on my shoulder making me shiver.
I turned in his arms, facing him. "Morning, handsome. Sleep well?"
"Like a baby. You?"
"Mmm, same," I replied, stretching like a cat. My breasts brushed against his chest, and I saw his eyes darken with desire.
Logan's hand trailed down, settling on my hip. "So, any plans for
