Page 178 of Becoming Selfish

“But to answer your earlier question...Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asks, his eyes still focused on the television.

“Yes. One day I’m going to marry the shit out of your best friend.”

“Eli.”

“Eli, wake up.” Logan’s voice is soft as she gently grazes her fingertips across my forehead, pushing my shaggy hair away from my face.

Slowly peeling my eyes open, I find my favorite girl sitting in my lap exactly where she was sleeping while I was hanging out with Marc a bit ago.

“We feel asleep,” she whispers.

I look around the living room, but the house is pitch black, and no one else seems to be around.

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know, but it’s late. Everyone else is asleep. We should get to bed.” She begins to peel herself off me.

“In a minute.” Tightening my hold on her, I pull her into me, wanting to enjoy this for a moment longer.

Logan melts into my body as she sits in my lap, her fingers playing with my hair.

“I missed you today,” I tell her with sincerity.

The corners of her pouty lips tug upward as she tries to stifle her smile, clearly amused by my neediness. “I was with you all day.”

“Not really. Everyone was all over you, pulling you in different directions. I feel like I’ve barely seen you today. So, yes. I missed you.”

She can’t hold her smile back any longer as her dimples pop out. “I missed you too, Eli.” She leans up, placing her warm lips on mine for a moment.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I ask.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

I run my fingers across her cheekbone, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear as I do. “I don’t think you have any idea.”

Her eyes search mine for a moment before, once again, sitting up and pressing her lips to mine. Her movements start slow and sweet but quickly turn feverish, both of us needing what we haven’t had all day—each other. I cup her face, pulling her into me, but kissing just isn’t enough.

I slip my hand under her shirt to feel her warm skin in my palm. Logan’s hands find my torso, igniting my entire body with her touch. I pull her into me, needing her closer as our mouths move with intention. My lips find the delicate skin of her neck as I kiss her, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently.

I allow my fingers to explore her for some time, but eventually, they find their way to where they really want to be—between her legs. I slip my hand into her yoga pants, taking my time as I do. Logan lets out a whimper in anticipation before I’ve really even touched her, causing a satisfied smile to creep across my lips. My fingers dip south, finding her warmth as she arches into my hand, begging for more.

Her heart rate is accelerating, and her breathing is strained as I circle and tease her, knowing exactly what she likes. The delicate moans of my name in between precious breaths and her needy body pressed into me is the most heavenly combination. She’s fucking soaked right now, which doesn’t surprise me all that much. I’ve been just as turned on ever since we made that stupid bet, wanting what I can’t have all that much more.

As Logan’s beautiful body twitches and shudders from my touch, I somehow find the restraint to pull my fingers from her.

“What are you doing?” she breathily asks. “Don’t stop.”

I place my lips against her ear. “That was for the cold shower I had to take earlier.”

She closes her eyes, and her head falls back in frustration when she realizes that I’m just being a tease.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she groans.

“Happy Thanksgiving, baby,” I tell her with an arrogant grin, unable to hold back my laughter. “I’m so thankful for you.”

Chapter 76

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