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“I see you,” I whisper. “Your face is one of my most vivid memories.” My fingers touch his beard. “This is new, but I see your tanned skin and straight white teeth. Sometimes I can hear your cocky grin when you tease me—”
“Cocky grin,” he repeats, still not pulling away or pitying me. Instead he pulls me closer. “Oh, Kass. How can I ever let you out of my sight now?”
“What?” Of all the things he might say, that wasn’t what I expected to hear.
“Shit, I’m going to be a fucking wreck whenever you’re away from me. What if someone tries to hurt you? What if a car pulls out when you’re crossing the street? Jesus!”
“Stop right there.” I sit up fast, pulling the sheet around my naked body. “You’re freaking yourself out, and I will not let you do this. I’ve managed my condition going on five years now—”
“Five?” He pushes up to sitting beside me.
“Five. Which means, I’m not made of glass.” My lips press into a frown, and my brows pull together. “Don’t treat me like I’m handicapped.”
He blows out his breath and turns his back to the headboard. “I’ll be honest. It’s going to be hard.”
I’m so offended, my voice is almost a shout. “Not to treat me like I’m handicapped?”
“No!” He catches me and pulls me to him. “Damn, you’re still so feisty.”
Pushing against him, I straighten. “I can take care of myself.”
“Clearly you can…” His tone is thoughtful. “It’s just… I had already noted all the ways your apartment building isn’t safe, and I didn’t even know about this.”
My anger cools slightly. “What are you trying to say?”
“My job is protection, Sass.” He touches my cheek. “I can’t help what’s in me. I will protect you, and now—”
“Now?” Yes, I’m still a bit defensive.
“Now I’m going to have to figure out a mantra of some kind. Extreme meditation. Anything to keep me sane. Unless you’re content never to leave my side… Any chance you might consider that option?”
Two blinks and I’m at a loss for what to say. I actually consider the prospect of never leaving his side, and I start to laugh. “Oh, Logan,” I say, shaking my head. Cocking my head, I look up at him through my lashes. It’s a gesture of habit, since all I can see is a hazy dark mass where I know he’s sitting. “Shut up and kiss me.”
A low growl, and he pulls me onto his lap in a straddle. I catch his cheeks and dive for his mouth, pulling and kissing him. His hands are sliding all over my naked body, waking my insides again. I reach down between my legs and give his cock a few gentle tugs.
His face breaks away, and he looks up groaning. “Ah… that feels good.”
“I know what else you like,” I purr at the side of his jaw, pulling his skin between my teeth.
“You give great head for a blind girl.”
I jump off his lap at that, pissed and ready to go. Just as fast, he breaks into a loud laugh, diving across the bed and grabbing me before I can dodge his hands.
“Let me go!” I struggle, but he lifts me easily, holding me under the ass against his chest.
“Stop struggling. I was only teasing.” His voice is strong, his hold even stronger, and I relent. “I’m amazed by you,” he continues, causing me to melt. “You blow my mind. You always have, but shit. Now you’re like super girl.” My fingers thread in his hair and he starts to walk. “Let’s hit the shower. I’m nowhere near finished with you tonight.”
I hold him as he carries me to the bathroom, resting my head on his shoulder. He’s the one who amazes me. He’s so far past anything I ever expected. I’m perfectly blissed, but that tinge of dread is never far away. As much as I love this, as much as it’s everything I want to do… it’s what I’m here to do. I’m following orders. I want to cry.
Logan thinks I’m special, but he hasn’t heard my whole story. I don’t know if he’ll be as understanding once he knows everything. If he ever knows everything.
We’re in the bathroom, and he stands me next to the cool shower stall while he adjusts the water. I reach out to trace my fingers along the lines of his shoulders. I let them travel down, learning every inch of his new physique. His younger one was my old memory, now this sexy man is burning new memories.
When he comes back, he carries me under the warm spray. Our mouths reunite and fresh water combines with the salt of our kisses. Long fingers slide down between my legs, teasing and making me moan. Round 2 is just getting started.
Internally, I make a decision. No matter the outcome, I will tell him everything. He might hate me, but he deserves the right to that decision. It’s a good plan, just and noble, and first I want to enjoy him one more time.
Reality
