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Chapter Twenty-One
Jeni couldn’t do anything except stare at him. At his impossibly blue eyes, what looked like a two-day scruff on his jaw, and his perfect lips that were masculine yet soft somehow.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, carefully, like he was afraid she might bolt.
A heavy breath escaped her, and he brushed her lips again, his stubble lightly scratching her chin. She closed her eyes, the fight leaving her body. If she could just shut her mind off for a minute, she’d sink into him. Relish the bliss that was being in this man’s arms, even for a little while.
So, that’s exactly what she did.
Ever so slowly, she brought one hand up and slid her fingers into his soft, wavy hair. A low groan rumbled from his chest, and it sent sparks popping beneath her skin. She curled her other arm around his shoulder, gripping his neck between her fingers, applying pressure. Just like that day in his mother’s bathroom, he wasn’t close enough.
Logan rotated so the backs of his knees hit the couch, and he lowered himself down, pulling her onto his lap. Her knees went on either side of his legs, and his large hands wrapped around her thighs, sliding up and down.
The change in position pulled their mouths apart, and he just sat there, his heated gaze a little hazy, like he was waiting for her to make the next move. His hard thighs beneath her and his palms sliding up and down her legs sent her blood simmering. She grabbed his face between her hands and nipped at his lower lip, tracing the seam of his mouth with her tongue. He seemed to lurch upward a little, and they both opened their mouths, the kiss immediately transforming from slow and exploratory to hot and deep in a matter of seconds.
She dug her fingernails lightly into his scalp, and he growled, tilting his head to pull her earlobe between his teeth. She shivered at the touch on her sensitive skin.
“Jeni,” he murmured into her ear. “I want you so much.”
The words went straight to her heart, attempting to fill some of the cracks and crevices within.
His hands slid to her back, and Jeni rubbed against him, attempting to wrap herself around him as best she could in this position. What was it about Logan that made her behave so wanton and crazed? It had never been like this with Jackson. Not even in the beginning.
“My room.” She’d intended a full sentence, but that’s all she could get out. His lips on her neck were crossing the wires in her brain.
His hair tickled her ear when he shook his head.
“I don’t have sex on the first date,” he said into her shoulder.
Somehow, she had the wherewithal to snort.
Logan chuckled. “Anymore.”
“I hate you,” she said, tilting back a little to give him better access as he kissed his way across her collarbone.
“You don’t.”
“I don’t,” she agreed, her voice a little breathy.
With a finger under his chin, she brought his face back up and kissed him once, twice, then scooted back a few inches.
“I don’t know what the point of this is.” She ran a hand down the soft shirt covering his chest. “I don’t know how we can make this work. But I love being with you, and I can’t keep my hands off you.”
His fingers trailed through her hair as he listened, his gaze steady on hers.
“So, let’s talk about it.” In a tender gesture, he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm then pressed it against his heart. She felt the steady thump and realized it wasn’t racing like hers.
How could he be so sure, so calm? Did this not scare him?
“But if you expect me to think straight, you can’t stay there,” he said.
“Same.” She slid to the left and turned to sit perpendicular, facing him. A shrill whistle reminded her that the game continued in the background.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t give a damn about football.
“There has to be some compromise,” he said. “I don’t want just a physical relationship. I need more. I need you by my side on a random Thursday when I want tacos and a beer at Mateo’s. I want to be the one you call when you’ve had a hard day at work. When we cross paths through FSD, I want to be able to kiss you in front of other people and it not be a big deal.”
“I want those things too.” Her voice shook with the anxiety she felt with the admission. Despite the nerves, it was true. “But I don’t want a permanent commitment. It won’t work.”
