Page 49 of Whatever You Want

“I need to brush my teeth. I have morning breath.”

“I don’t care.” He scraped another kiss along my jaw. I wanted to protest, but instead, I found myself fighting another smile. “Your mouth is addicting,” he murmured, trailing his tongue up over the seam of my lips. “And so sweet, just like the rest of you. Although there is nothing sweet about how I feel right now.” He pressed his erection into me, proving his point.

“I think I’m going to have a hard time keeping up with you,” I admitted, rolling my body into his. “I’m a little sore, but I ache in all the right places.”

Logan flipped me over on my back and hovered over me. “Then you better stop looking at me like that, unless you want me to do something about it.”

“What exactly are you thinking?” My eyebrows arched in a challenge.

His gaze dropped to my lips. “Lots of things.” He peppered kisses along my jaw. “Multiple things.” He ran his tongue along my neck. “Just you wait and see.”

He lifted his head and stared at me with so much tenderness, I just wanted to drown in it. My need for him was only growing. I was afraid I would never get enough of him. He had no idea how much he was putting me back together, piece by piece.

The sound of my phone buzzing on the floor had me twisting in his arms. “That could be Madison.” He groaned when I pushed him off of me and bent over the side of the bed. The sheet was pulled up along my waist as I frantically searched for my phone. My clothes were scattered across the room, far enough away to where I couldn’t reach them. But there was no way in hell I was dropping this sheet to get them. I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing me naked in broad daylight. My skin wasn’t as tight as it used to be, and the faint white stretch marks along my stomach weren’t very flattering.

He arched his eyebrow when I allowed the ringing to stop. “I thought you needed to get that.”

I threw my head back on a fake yawn. “It already went to voicemail. I’ll check it in a minute.”

He climbed out of bed and walked toward his dresser. Apparently, he didn’t have the same insecurity issues I did. Then again, why would he when he resembled a Greek statue? He pulled out a T-shirt and boxer shorts. “Here.” He handed me the clothes. “You can put these on while I make breakfast.”

“Wow, I’m really getting the five-star treatment.”

He slipped a pair of gym shorts over his legs, forgoing a shirt. Must be nice. “Why don’t you just lie there while I go prepare us some food. You probably don’t get a chance to relax very often, so take advantage of it.”

Who was this man? He probably sensed my hesitation, and instead of calling me out on it, he discreetly put me at ease. I reached underneath the sheet and lightly pinched myself to make sure this was real. Scratching my head, I searched my brain for a flaw. He had to have one, right? No one was that perfect.

I gathered the clothes he left for me and dragged myself out of bed. While I was used to getting very little sleep, I was tired for an entirely different reason. My mind drifted back to last night. Sex with Logan was different. There was no doubt that he was more experienced than me. I don’t remember Drew’s touch ever being so needy and hungry. It was always controlled, sweet, and comfortable.

I shook my head, trying to rid the memories that I needed to move on from. They had no place here in another man’s bedroom, especially after what happened last night. I padded across the room and smiled when I walked into the bathroom. There was an unopened toothbrush sitting on the counter, a pack of face wipes, and a bottle of moisturizer.

I picked up each item, relieved that they were all brand new. He must have bought them with me in mind the last time he was at the store. That little gesture had me swaying on my feet.

I quickly got dressed, cleaned up, and followed the smell into the kitchen.

I bit my bottom lip at the sight of Logan’s bare back. The gray athletic shorts hung low on his hips, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. His muscles flexed as he stirred and flipped the eggs around in the pan. I determined right then and there this was my favorite look.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?”

I laughed and strolled over to where he was watching me in the glass of the microwave door. “I don’t know, it’s a pretty good view.”

I slid my hands along his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He set the spatula down on the counter and turned around. “Hungry?”

“Mm-hmm,” I said, peppering kisses along his jawline. Without a doubt, his facial hair was a turn-on for me. It reminded me of his laid-back, carefree spirit.

“How do you feel?” His expression softened as he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Confused.”

“About what?” His arms fell to the side as he studied me.

“You told me you didn’t cook.” I tilted my head to the stove to the perfectly cooked eggs.

His face split into a smile while his fingers lifted the hem of my shirt. “I might have exaggerated a little bit.”

“Why?” I swallowed and moved my gaze to his chest. It was such a distraction. “There’s nothing sexier than a man who can cook.”

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