Page 47 of Stuck Together

“Oh, my God.” Emma gasped. “There’s more to life than sex.”

“I beg to dif—”

“All right, you two. Stop.” I shook my head at them and groaned. “Stop acting like children. Go out and have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Kendra stood and walked over to the coat rack and slipped on her coat. “Come on Emma, let’s go before all the hot men are taken.”

Emma tsked and fought back the smile that threatened to take over the angry expression she wanted to maintain. “If you change your mind, we’re going to the Rock Room.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.” I forced a smile. “You two go have fun and make wise choices.”

“Now that would take all the fun out of the evening, wouldn’t it.” Kendra laughed with a little shake of her hips.

Emma leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she hopped up and grabbed her own coat. “Don’t eat all the ice cream or we’ll know for sure that you’re full of shit.”

“Just go.” I chuckled.

With a final wave they walked out. The tension I’d held in my shoulders relaxed and the silence soothed me. Finally, some alone time.

I had just gotten comfortable in the corner of the couch and turned on the TV when there was a knock on the door.

“Did you forget your keys again?” I called out.

Tossing the blanket off my lap, I got up and walked to the door. “How many times are you go—”

I froze. Logan was the last person I’d expected to see on the other side of my door.

He gave me that same panty-dropping, dimpled grin I loved so much and waved his own keys in the air. “I have my keys, but they don’t do me much good here.”

“My roommates just left. I assumed they forgot their keys.” I swallowed hard and it hurt going down. This was the first time we’d been alone since we returned on Sunday and the feelings swirling around inside me were intense. I was torn between slamming the door in his face and pulling him inside where I could wrap my body around his and never let go.

“Can I come in?” His voice was hesitant, and his smile was gone.

“Logan, what are you doing here?” I didn’t move to let him through. If I let him in, I’d lose whatever strength and resistance I had against him.

He held his eyes on mine. “I needed to see you.”

“Youneededto see me?” I narrowed my eyes, not sure how to take his word choice. If he had said he wanted to see me, I might have been able to turn him down. But he didn’t and my insides were tied in knots over the same need pulsing through me.

“Madison.” His eyes pleaded.

I stepped to the side and let him in. When I turned around after locking the door behind him, he was inches from me. He was so close, his breath brushed across my hair. I had no control over what happened next. All I knew was he was here, and I needed to be in his arms. I needed to feel the strength of his hands on my body and the softness of his lips against mine.

So, I stepped into him and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him and he let me. It was gentle and slow but the need in both of us was undeniable. How had I turned this man away? I understood why I did it, but the how still baffled me. His lips on mine was like nothing I’d ever felt before and likely would never experience with another man.

He cupped his hands around my face and took over the kiss. His tongue swept across my lips asking for access. When I granted his silent request, he deepened the kiss. There was so much hunger and intensity in the way his mouth ravished mine that I didn’t even notice we had moved until my back was against the wall and his body was pressed to mine.

My hands roamed down the tight muscles of his back and found his waist. I wrapped my leg around him and tugged him closer until I felt his hardness against my center. I rolled my hips and he let out a low growl against my mouth.

He pulled back and dropped his forehead against mine. He struggled to catch his breath. “Madison. I didn’t come here for this.”

His eyes were dark with need and he didn’t move away from me. His excitement just as evident as before. “Then why did you come?”

“To fight for you. To prove to you how much I want and need you in my life. And not just as my friend.” There was no hesitation in his words. Just raw honesty.

The ball was now in my court. I could either turn him away and that would likely be the end of us. I’d already turned him away once. Turning him away a second time would be the same as saying goodbye forever. Was I willing to say goodbye forever to Logan? That was the question I had been asking myself all week. I hadn’t expected to have to have an answer so soon, but he was here, and I had no other option.

“Okay.” I said, hardly even a whisper.

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