Page 58 of Reaper
“Something changed when you came into my life. Beyond the instant attraction, you silenced the voices. I feel more at peace with you than I have in a very long time. Honestly it scared the shit out of me at first.”
She brushes her fingers along my jawline, tears glisten her eyes. “I love you, too, Logan.”
My heart is pounding twice as hard inside my chest. “You love me?”
“I do. When you said it earlier, I wanted to scream it to anyone who’d listen, but I know this is a conversation we need to have. It hurt so much to leave you. I don’t want you to think I left because of you, I just couldn’t stay.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, I reach out then pull her into a tight embrace, squeezing her close to me. “I know, sweetheart. I didn’t expect you to stay.”
She pulls away, and I get lost in the way she looks at me. It’s like it’s just me and her against the world. There’s no way I can go without always trying to put that look in her eyes or putting a smile on her face.
“You didn’t?”
I shake my head. “No. I understood, Oakland was never going to be your home again after what happened. I hated seeing you leave, but I also knew I loved you enough to let you go. It’s what you needed for me to do at that time.”
She looks at me like she’s at a loss for words. It’s the only way I can describe my entire thoughts on my actions and I’m happy she understands I haven’t been pushing her away. At that moment neither one of us had been in a position to be anything to each other, other than a hinderance to the work we needed to do on ourselves.
“So how is this going to work?” she asks. “I’ve never been in a long-distance relationship, but I want this to work out between us. I ‘m willing to try to make it work if you are.”
“I’m moving to Seattle.”
Her eyes widen. “Wait. What?”
I laugh at the adorable yet confused expression on her face.
“Well, I sold my condo, gave some of my shit away to one of the local homeless shelters, and what I had left, I put it in storage. It won’t take me long to find a place, I don’t expect you to let me stay with you. Diablo already said I could crash at the clubhouse until I get a place.”
“Wait. So, you sold your condo, gave some of your stuff away, and put the rest in storage, then drove over eight hundred miles not knowing if I would be willing to listen to anything you had to say? After three months, you just picked up and left?”
“What did you expect me to do, Paris? I already missed so much damn time with you, and I couldn’t stand to be away from you any longer. So, I did a quick sale on the place, and took a chance you would take me back.”
“You’re really moving to Seattle for me?”
“Of course, I am.”
She rises from the bed then stands between my parted thighs, brushing her fingers through my hair. My hands rest against her hips. “Did you have any doubt I would say yes?”
I chuckle. “Hell, yes. I thought you’d tell me to kiss your ass. But I need you to know how I feel before you slam the door in my face.”
She leans forward and when her soft lips brush against mine, the world stops. Every thought disappears from my mind and all that’s left is her. Her smell, the taste of her lips. I’m consumed by nothing but her.
I tighten my hold on her as I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer by her ass. “I missed you so much,” I say, my words brushing against her lips.
She breaks our kiss, then stands back. Slowly she unties the belt of her fluffy white robe, then lets it drop to the floor. She steps back between my thighs, and I palm her breasts.
“I don’t want you holding back, Logan. That includes while we’re in the bedroom. I want all of you.”
I blow out my breath. I knew we’d come back around to this conversation, I’m just not prepared to have it now. I’d like to ease her into the things I like.
“I like certain things in the bedroom.” She hisses when I pinch her erect nipples. “Things I would love to experience with you, but only if you’re interested.”
With the pads of my thumb, I rub them, soothing the sting. “What kind of things?” she moans. “Shit that feels good.”
“Let’s see. I love to watch other people fuck.”
“You…you do,” she stammers when I squeeze her breast then move back to pinching and twisting her nipples.
“Uh..huh. It gets me so fucking hard.”
