Page 79 of Whatever You Want

Logan turned and looked over his shoulder; his mouth curved into a lazy grin. His eyes zeroed in on my neck, where there was a small love bite left behind from last night. It made me think twice about putting my hair up today, so I decided to wear it down. The concealer I applied helped, but the coloring was a little off—not that the girls would notice.

Logan cleared his throat and looked down at Brina. “Why don’t you girls grab your stuff and stay down by the shore. I’ll bring the pancakes down and we can eat outside on the picnic table. And grab Madison a life vest out of the shed on your way down.”

The girls sprinted out of the room, causing me to laugh a little because I knew where he was going with this. He set the spatula down and pushed the mixing bowl aside. His eyes held mine as he rested his hip against the counter.

“Do I get a good morning kiss?” He looked me up and down, seeming happy with what he saw.

“I suppose we could sneak one in.”

He reached me in two quick strides, lifted me up, and set me on the counter. The surface was cool underneath my bottom. “Hi,” I squeaked out as his fingers trailed down my back.

“Well?” he asked, stepping closer. My knees parted open as he moved between them. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

I brought my hand up to his cheek and trailed my thumb along his chin. “Maybe you should ask nicely and start with the word please.”

He ran his hands through my hair. “Oh, so I need permission to kiss you now?”

“Never, but maybe I should make you beg every once in a while.” I drifted my hands along his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. The smell of his bodywash tickled my nose. “You smell so good.” I breathed in his soapy scent. “Maybe you should invite me in the shower with you next time.”

“I’m trying to be good here.” His voice was strained, and I tried hard not to laugh. Honestly, I loved knowing that I could affect him this way. That these feelings weren’t just one-sided.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I whispered, watching his eyes turn heavy. He drove me crazy with need, so there was no way I would deny myself the opportunity to have his hands on me. I’ve missed having him in my bed these past couple of weeks, but he sure as hell made it up to me last night.

“Someone is feeling a little adventurous today.” His hand slid underneath my coverup. “Were you hoping this little scrap of fabric would distract me? Or were you just trying to get me all hot and bothered?”

“If you can’t handle the heat, maybe you should stay out of the kitchen.” If he only knew how insecure I was and how much I wanted to please him.

He gave my nipple a light pinch and rolled it around his fingers. “Oh, I can handle it all right.”

“Logan,” I hissed and looked over my shoulder because the girls weren’t too far away. It felt like we already pushed our luck enough last night. It was a good thing they were both sound sleepers and my room was on the other end of the house.

“Remember, you started this.” He slipped his other hand behind my neck and took my mouth in his.

He kissed me hard and then soft, stroking and teasing until I could feel his erection growing thicker. The scrape of his jaw lit tiny sparks across my skin. He pulled me closer, and just like every other time, I lost myself in his touch. The passion I felt for him was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I dragged my fingers along his swollen length, feeling it pulse against my palm. My hips pushed against his, silently begging him to make that ache between my legs disappear.

His hands shot down to my waist, halting my movements. “You need to stop doing that.”

I sighed and looked up to the ceiling. I should have been happy that one of us was being sensible. “I know, but I wish we didn’t have to.”

“Trust me, baby, stopping is the last thing I want to do right now.”

He snaked his arms around me and held me tight. Sometimes, I wondered if we were moving too fast and if it was normal to feel something this strong so quickly.

I dragged my eyes up to his to find him watching me with tenderness. He looked like he was considering saying something, but instead, he lifted his hand, resting it against my cheek.

“I’m crazy about you.”

I sensed that he might be feeling things. Big things, and I didn’t know what to make of it. I wanted to give him the parts of me he wanted. I just wasn’t sure I was quite there yet. It wasn’t the word love that scared me. It was the fear of what that would mean. I was terrified of losing another piece of my heart, even if he was healing what little was left of it.

“What a coincidence,” I said, as he pressed a kiss against my neck. “I’m kinda crazy about you too.”

I rested my cheek against his heart as his hand gently glided up and down my back. We stayed like that for a bit, neither one of is us in a hurry to move.

After a few minutes, he helped me off the counter, but kept his hands firmly on my waist like he didn’t want to let go.

The pad of my fingertips traced the tiny white scar above his eyebrow. “I like this, it reminds me that you have flaws.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’m far from perfect.”

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