Page 98 of Until Nalia
“You say that now, but what if one of your kids comes in here? I don’t want to be the reason they are traumatized for the rest of their lives.”
“Christ, you are a fucking nut.” He grabs the ankles of my sweats and rips them from my body.
“Logan.”
“Hush.” He puts a knee to the bed, then grabs my hand and tugs me to sit up.
“Logan, seriously,” I hiss trying to get him to let me go when he starts to take my sweatshirt off.
“You’re not sleeping in your clothes Nalia.” He gets my sweatshirt off and before I can get it back he tosses it across the room.
“Seriously?” I snap.
“Yep.” He crawls up the bed, then falls to his back and pulls the blanket back over us.
“Logan.” I wiggle when he reaches over shutting of the lamp while holding me to his side.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
“I was going to go to sleep before you started harassing me.”
“I’m going to harass you in a second,” he mumbles, and I snap my mouth shut while my eyes widen. Even not being able to see my face, he starts to laugh. “God, I fucking love you.”
“That’s because I’m awesome,” I mutter, sure that he meant it like god you’re so funny I love you, not I love you, I love you.
“I do, you know,” he says quietly after a long moment, and I hold my breath. “You’re probably not ready to hear it, but I am in love with you.”
“Logan,” I whisper with my throat tight.
“You don’t have to say it back,” he whispers, rolling towards me and curling me into his front. “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
“And if I tell you that I feel the same way?” I ask, and his chin comes to rest against the top of my head.
“Then I’d tell you how fucking lucky I feel.” He kisses my hair, and my nose stings.
“I still don’t understand how we got here?”
“I knew the moment that you gave me attitude about not charging you for your fan belt that this is exactly where you’d end up.”
“Did you now?”
“Look where you are.”
“You have a point,” I murmur, and he laughs. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that I still owe you for the second time you fixed my Bronco.”
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”
“Liar,” I sigh.
“I love you.” He uses his fingers on my jaw to lift my chin so he can touch his mouth to mine. “Go to sleep, baby.” He tucks my face against his chest, and I curl my arm around him.
As my eyes start to get heavy and my body relaxes against his, I feel completely content, like I’m exactly where I belong for maybe the first time in my life.
With the early morning sun peeking through the edge of the closed blinds the next morning, I try to fight the urge to moan, but it’s difficult.
“You really need to be quiet,” Logan groans with his palm over my mouth and his lips brushing my ear. I’m trying, really trying to be quiet as he fucks me lazily, but each time he slides inside me, he hits something that makes my breath catch and my insides pull tight. At first, I was biting my lip to hold the whimpers at bay, but when I couldn’t do that any longer, he slapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up himself. “God dammit, baby, I swear you have the softest, tightest, hottest pussy.”
“Logan,” I moan against his hand, and he leans back to look at me.
