I cock my head to one side. “No?”
“Not even a little.”
I bend over and capture his lips in a kiss, squeezing the side of his neck. I kiss him so hard that I stumble, collapsing over him, but nothing is going to stop me from keeping my mouth on his right now.
I drop to my knees over him now as he leans backward, both of us on the ground as I feel myself giving everything to him.
Everything.
I can’t say it yet, because I’m starting to realize I’ve never loved someone the way I love Logan.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to make those words come out of my mouth, but I can show him. All I want to do is show him that I’m falling in love with him.
“I can’t stop being fucking obsessed with you,” I murmur against his lips. “I tried. I tried…”
I’m too impatient not to slide my tongue onto his before I’ve even finished the sentence.
“I thought you were finished with me,” he breathes when I move to kiss his jaw. “Thought I might be losing you.”
“I couldn’t ever be finished with you.”
I stand up, reach out my hand, and help him up. I drag him down the hall toward my bedroom door, pushing it open and then shutting it behind us.
I don’t give him any space to move, shoving my body up against his on the wall of my room, pinning him with my body.
“Why did you seem so far away from me all night?” he protests as I lean in, sucking a kiss against the side of his neck.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It’s notyou, Chase. I know you better than that.”
“Maybe I was mad,” I tell him, leaning back and giving him a burning glare. My hand twists into his hair, giving his head a little tug that makes him moan. “Mad at myself. Maybe I was getting fucking greedy, like I always do, and I had to make myself stop.”
His lashes flick lower toward my lips. He answers by leaning in and capturing me in a deep, slow kiss, sliding his tongue along mine.
“Everything about you is a challenge,” Logan murmurs as I push my knee between his legs, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his pants.
“I have to fuck you,” I tell him. “Are you ready for that?”
He exhales, closing his eyes. “You know the answer to that.”
I let go of him all at once, dropping my hands from him and relaxing my knee from between his legs.
He stays flat against the wall, like he’s still pinned there even without my grasp. My room is dim, lit only by the little glowing lamp on my desk at the side of the room. The wall Logan’s standing against is painted with another mural, this one more abstract, black with strokes of neon color that I’ve added throughout my time living here.
Logan looks like part of the art. The colors look like they’re surrounding him in a radiant halo.
I slowly move my hand toward the waistband of his pants, undoing the button at the top, then sliding the zipper down.
I reach my hand in the front of his pants, gripping his cock in my hand through the soft fabric of his briefs.
“Say you need my cock.”
He swallows, eyeing me closely.
I’m kneading his hard-on through the cotton now and he pulls in a shallow, shaky breath.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, Chase,” he says. “I think about it constantly.”
