Page 37 of Wild Boys After Dark: Logan
“Come for me again.”
He sucked one breast into his mouth while squeezing her other nipple between his index finger and thumb.
“Ohgodohgodohgod.”
He brought his hand between her legs and stroked her the way she loved. She gripped his shoulders and slammed her eyes shut as she spiraled over the edge. He swept her beneath him mid-orgasm and drove into her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm and taking him right up to the edge. His balls tightened, and his body flashed hot as he ground out her name—Stella—and surrendered to his own intense release.
Chapter Ten
STELLA AWOKE TO an empty bed, a full heart, and a head full of worry. Last night she’d felt closer to Logan than she’d ever felt to anyone, but would it be weird with him today? What if he regretted opening up to her?
The bed is empty. Of course he regrets it.
She knew it was too much to hope for, to be normal again. To allow herself to feel something for a man again. Rational thinking went out the door as hatred for Kutcher pushed her insecurities, which had magnified over the last few months, to the surface, convoluting her thoughts. Worry turned to disappointment, which quickly turned to anger.
She threw the blankets off and stomped into the bathroom, where she found fresh towels and all of her personal items unpacked.
Hm.
That was a sweet gesture for a guy who regretted being with her.
She showered and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush towel and knelt beside her bags. Logan came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I already unpacked for you. I hope you don’t mind, but I figured it might make you more comfortable.” He was shirtless, wearing a pair of faded jeans that rode dangerously low on his hips.
“Oh.” She rose, and he reached for her, drawing her down to his lap. “Thank you.”
He had an easy smile—definitely not the look of a man who was using her. He looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him.
“You okay?” He brushed her wet hair from her shoulder.
“Uh-huh.” Hope swelled inside her, and when fear tried to quell it, she forced that fear aside. She’d felt enough disappointment in her life. She wanted to enjoy this, to allow herself to feel happy again.
“Embarrassed about last night?”
“No. I’m just really nervous.” She might as well get all her fears out in the open; otherwise however long they were together would suck.
“Stella—”
“Wait. You don’t have to say it. I know. Last night was a fluke. We got caught up in the heat of the moment. I get it.”
“Sweetheart, is that how you feel?” The tone was soft, but she saw the muscles in his jaw jump.
“Is…isn’t that what you were going to say?” Why was she speaking so softly?
“No.” His baby blues pierced a path straight to her heart. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. I don’t do things I don’t want to. If I had wanted to fuck you, I’d have fucked you.” He looked away, his eyes filled with confusion. “Maybe I suck at this. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you, so maybe that felt like fucking to you, but to—”
“No. No, that wasn’t…that at all.” She couldn’t even say fuck right now. Before meeting Kutcher, she’d hardly ever sworn. She hadn’t realized until this very second how much of herself Kutcher had stolen.
“Logan, I feel it, too. But something is happening to me. I don’t understand it, and I don’t know how to describe it, but…” She pressed her lips together, trying to figure out how to explain what she was feeling. “The person I was before Kutcher isn’t the same one I am now, or at least not completely. I know that sounds crazy, but when we were together that first time at my apartment, that was the girl I became with Kutcher.”
“I understand.” His eyes were filled with compassion, but his jaw was still tight.
“No. I worry you don’t, and a guy like you…” She dragged her eyes down his impressive physique, feeling like she’d better memorize it quickly, because like everything else good in her life, it probably wouldn’t last long. Some sexy chick who liked to fuck could take him away in a hot second.
“A guy like you would get bored with the real me.”
He drew his brows together. “Bored? Nothing about you is easy or boring.” He kissed her softly. “Stella. I love that you trust me enough to share your real name with me.”
“You probably already knew it.”
“Yes, but you gave it to me, and that means you trust me. At least a little.”
She looked up at the ceiling and groaned. “A lot. That’s the problem.”
