Page 100 of Whenever You Call

HANNAH

My mind freed itself of anything that wasn’t Logan Thomas.

His mouth became my escape. I was lost to the way his tongue teased mine—the way his fingers twisted in my hair. The way his whisky-tainted breaths mixed with that oh-so-clean, heavenly scent of his tipped me over the edge into oblivion. I couldn’t get close enough. Not when there was no resistance anymore.

Now he wanted it as much as I did, and the difference was like day and night.

I needed more of the night.

A low groan of his appreciation had my eyes fluttering open to take him in, and I slowed the kiss, needing to see the look on his face when I reluctantly pulled away, my mouth lingering over his before I fell back onto my feet and waited.

Logan just stood there, leaning over me, his lips slightly parted and swollen from our kiss, his eyes still closed. I could have stared up at him like that forever as he held me with one hand on my hip, the other still pushed into my hair.

“That’s what I want,” I whispered up at him.

His eyes eventually flickered open, and he stared down into my soul, his chest rising and falling heavier than before.

“Take me inside, Logan.”

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat before he rubbed his lips together, not letting me go. “If I do, that’s it. You know that, don’t you? I won’t be able to let you go a second time.”

“I can’t promise you forever… but I can promise you now.”

His eyes drifted down to my lips, and I licked the bottom one, unable to help myself, before I sank my teeth into the flesh of it.

“Goddammit, Hannah,” he whispered.

“Am I taking too much again?”

“Definitely.”

“Should I stop?”

“Probably.” He sighed, running his nose against mine. “But I’m not strong enough to resist you or think about anything but you being here, and this… whatever this is. Tomorrow is—”

“Tomorrow’s problem,” I finished for him, earning a small smile against my cheek before he pressed a kiss there, released me, and spun me around to pull my back against his chest. His arm curled around my waist, his mouth against my ear as he placed the key into the door and pushed it open with his foot.

“Tomorrow is tomorrow’s problem. Tonight is tonight’s fantasy,” he said with a rasp in his voice.

“Fantasy?” I breathed, the nerves kicking in as we both stepped over the threshold into a place I’d only ever been once before but somehow felt like an oasis to me now. A small space hidden away, where no one knew me, no one judged me, and all my thoughts were free. “Am I your fantasy, Logan?”

“Christ, if only you knew. The things I’ve imagined doing to you since you’ve been gone. The dreams I’ve had. The number of times I’ve had to jerk off just to try and get you out of my system. You’re every man’s fantasy. Especially mine.”

Turning in his grip, I looked up at him again, running my hands down the white cotton of his muscle-hugging T-shirt before I let them trail down to the waistband of his jeans. “I don’t want to be every man’s fantasy. Only yours. For tonight, at least.”

He brushed my hair away from my face with his rough palms before he cupped my cheeks in both hands and pulled me closer. “So, this is your plan?” To punish me by giving me a taste of what I’ll never have forever.”

“Nobody knows what they want forever. That’s the problem. They think they do, but people change, and when they do, what they want changes, too.”

Logan leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine as he looked me in the eye. “I can’t blame you for being jaded, Hannah. I’ve spent thirty years of my life struggling to see how two people could possibly spend an eternity together, but then I met you, and it suddenly didn’t seem so impossible anymore.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I feel and what I don’t.”

My heart screamed at me in warning, showing me every reason why this was a dangerous game I was about to play, but my desire wanted to play anyway. It was my turn to be a little reckless. My turn to be selfish and consider my wants and needs for a change, and, at that moment, all of those belonged to Logan.

“One day, you’ll see what I see when I look at you. Until that happens…” Logan pressed his lips to mine for the first time, and him making the first move made every guard around my heart shatter into a million pieces, leaving nothing but that desire of mine to make the decisions. His kiss was passionate, his hands finding their way into my hair again as he cradled me to him as though he didn’t dare let me go.

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