Page 101 of Broken Princess

Logan

I’m a nervous wreck, waiting for her flight to land. It’s only been thirteen days since the last time we were together, but it feels likes it’s been months. I’ve never missed anyone as badly as I missed her. It’s crazy how much she means to me. Crazy and scary.

I’m standing off to the side of the escalator, watching her descend towards baggage claim, with a silk flower in my hand. She takes a hesitant step forward, a small smile ghosting her lips.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, taking the flower from me, brushing it against her chin. “Isn’t tonight some kind of important party for all the founding families?”

“You said you thought my family obligations and legacy were too ingrained in me to ever do anything other than what’s expected. I wanted you to know you’re wrong, so I ditched it.”

“I’m impressed at your rebellion, sir. I like it.”

I step closer, pulling her against me, kissing her hello. Deeply. Hungrily. Her pupils are blown when we break apart. We grab her bags from the conveyor, and I quickly usher her to the car.

I keep stealing glances at her while I’m driving. I’m desperate to have her under me. There’s no way I’m waiting until we get back to campus. I pull over into Govan’s Cove, backing my car into a spot close to a canopy of trees.

Tugging on her pants, I motion for her to take them off as I push mine down to my ankles and push the driver's seat as far back as it will go. She scrambles across the space, climbing into my lap. We haven’t kissed. Haven’t touched, and already the air is thick with lust.

“This is crazy,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers, just breathing her in.

“What’s that?”

“How much I want you. I should have more control than this, but I can’t wait until we’re back on campus or at our studio.”

She pulls back slightly, looking at me. “Our studio?”

Shit. When did I start thinking of it as ours? But I see her there even when she’s not. It’s the only place I feel I can truly be myself with her, without worrying someone’s going to do something stupid to fuck things up. It’s where we’re a normal couple. Living our lives, even though it’s not big enough to live in, but maybe…

“Yup,ours.” I free her hair from the elastic, loving how the strands feel in my hand. “Until we find a bigger place and move off campus.”

Did I just say that? I’ve never considered living with anyone I wasn’t related to, and that’s been a small crowd. Dad, mom and the little ones. Outside of that it would be Simon, but he’s so caught up in coding and developing it would be just like living alone. But never a woman.Until Jordy. Everything different in my life starts and ends with her.

“You want to move in together?”

“Next year, we’ll get an apartment together, instead of staying at the dorms.” I can’t read the look on her face. “Jordy, I’d pay the rent, of course. So if you’re worried about the money, I-”

She slams her mouth against mine, sinking onto me seconds later. “Is that a yes?” I whisper against her lips.

“So much, yes.”

Thank god. I was starting to feel like an idiot. But it was worth it, just to hear her say we’re on the same page. She braces her hand on the seat, moving slowly against me. My skin burns where her fingers touch me under my shirt. I push hers up over her breasts, circling my thumbs over her diamond hard tips. One day these beauties will feed kids.“Shit.” Tumbles from my lips.

Nodding, she murmurs, “So good,” before kissing me again, having no idea of the direction my thoughts have traveled. This girl is fucking with my head. Living together and kids? I need to pull back, that’s not…

She pulls up, hovering over me, then sinks back down on my cock, stealing my breath and thoughts. It’s hot in the car, our breathe fogs the windows, the damp hairs around her forehead stick to her skin. Those damn hypnotic eyes pull me in. I grip her head, wanting to see into her soul, just as surely as she’s seeing mine.

“Jordy?” Her eyes shine bright as a single tear slides down her cheek. “Baby, what’s wrong? What are you feeling?”

“Everything. Oh god.” She swipes her lips across mine, kisses my palm, then presses her forehead against mine. “I love you.” She whimpers, riding me faster. “I love you.”

How long has it been since she’s said those words? Not since before. Before I destroyed us. She flew to Europe without me and I was pissed, but she came back to me. This is what I’ve been waiting to hear.

“I love you.” She repeats as she shatters around me. Watching her fall apart, I admit to myself there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this girl.

Thirty-Nine

Logan

“You’re late.” Bella says as I slide into my seat.

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