Page 47 of Breathless
I can handle hanging out. Ithink.
But you’re in your underwear, you littlefreak!
I’m in a full-on panic until I hear clothing shuffling around. Oh, my heavens. Is he taking off that towel? I owe it to the female population to witnessthis.
I peek out from under my arm in time to catch him pull dark gray boxer briefs over his tautbackside.
I was so caught up in him when we made out earlier I didn’t fully appreciate what was happening, or I would’ve made an effort to feel those buns. I feel a little deprived for not thinking quicker on mytoes.
My attention is drilled to that vicinity when he turns around and I get an eyeful of manbulge.
And I hold mybreath.
Because there’s no way that monster’s gonnafit.
I didn’t think Trent, my summer friend with bennies, was that big, and sex still hurt. Logan’s Titan-sized dong can barely be contained by hisbriefs.
Shaking my head, I squeeze my eyes shut again, my brain flooding with the negative thoughts I’ve racked up over the years about my relationship, or lack thereof, withLogan.
I have no clue what I’mdoing.
Logan’s tooexperienced.
Logan loves experiencedwomen.
Trying to learn how to have sex while watching PornHub has to be one of my dumber ideas. Nobody gets that excited being pounded. I mean, I can’t imagine that to be thecase.
I flinch when the bed dips next to me and look up to see the gorgeous face that’s starred in most of my fantasies since I wasyoung.
“Hey.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let’s do what we alwaysdo.”
Um.
“We’ve never been in the same bed half-clothed.”
When he laughs, the brightness in his eyes does something to me. How long has it been since I’ve seen him smile like that? It makes me wonder what’s been going on in his life that’s dimmed hislight.
“What I mean is let’s have fun.” Leaning down to press a feather-light kiss on my mouth, he whispers, “Let’s relax and enjoy our weekend. Nothing too serious. Nothing more than you feel comfortable doing.” His eyebrows pull together. “Nothing too fast that we can’t handle. This goes at our speed, okay? And we can continue figuring this out when we gethome.”
I’m nodding at how sensible this sounds. Loving how this feels like more than a weekend fling. How this seems like a bridge to something moresignificant.
Because do I want to have sex with Logan? Heckyes.
Am I terrified of going that far? Abso-freaking-lutely.
I’m like a Pee Wee player who got called up to the big leagues and is still figuring out how to wear a jock strap, much less hit theball.
Warmth spreads through my body as he shoots me another megawatt smile and kisses my forehead. Reaching for his jeans, he points to the bedsidetable.
“Pick out a movie on my phone. I already connected to the WiFi so we can watch Netflix. I might as well swing by Ethan’s next door to getRambo.”
My trigger-sensitive butterflies take flight when he covers me with a blanket. With a wink, he headsout.
LoganCarter.
If my heartbeat had a sound beyond the thump in my chest, it would be hisname.
I sigh like a lovesickteenager.
