Page 34 of Stuck Together
“Good, I'm gonna go freshen up. I'll be back out in a few.”
Again, he didn’t speak. He simply nodded at me as I walked away. Once inside my bedroom, I ducked into my bathroom and shut the door. I leaned against the back of the door, my heart pounding, and every nerve in my body tingling with heat. I was so hot, I felt like I was on fire.
I took a deep breath, adjusted my hair, and touched up my makeup. I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a nervous wreck. “It's gonna be fine. You can do this. It's just Logan.”
I took one last deep breath and headed back out to the dining room.
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DINNER WAS PLEASANTand filled with light conversation. But there was a sense of uncertainty between us that made it next to impossible for me to relax. I wanted him and that made me uneasy. I had no doubt that he wanted me too, but it had been so long since I’d been with a man that I didn’t know how to act.
He excused himself to his bedroom, so I took this opportunity to clear the table and do the dishes. Since he cooked it was the least I could do. I was still reeling over the amazing dinner he prepared. Seeing Logan in the kitchen was a sight I’d never thought I’d see. It was right up there with him being a dad.
I tried to tell myself that it didn’t mean anything that he chose to cook for me—that it was just him being nice—but I knew better. He went out of his way to make me a nice dinner. That meant something.
I just finished rinsing the last plate and placed it in the dishwasher when I felt his presence behind me. I dried my hands and leaned against the counter, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face him. His feet shuffled toward me and his hand rested on my hip. My breathing quickened and I bit my bottom lip to muffle the whimper building in the back of my throat.
He dropped his forehead to the back of my head and slipped his hand around to the front of my stomach. My head spun with need at his closeness. With his other hand, he brushed my hair to the side and gently brushed his lips across my neck. “Tell me no and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone and I’ll never bring it up again. But I want you, Madison. I’ve always wanted you.”
I sank into him and he pressed his lips beneath my ear, right on the sensitive spot that always made me squirm. “Logan.”
He nibbled on my earlobe before whispering in my ear. “You have to tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
I swallowed hard as his hand slipped around my jawline and cupped my cheek. I turned my head toward him and our eyes met. His bright eyes were so intense and full of desire that I nearly melted in his arms. “I want you.”
He claimed my mouth in a deep passionate kiss. His mouth was demanding and thorough as his tongue explored me fully and completely. I shifted around in his arms until I was facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed his body close to me and I felt his excitement hardened against my stomach.
He stepped back from me, watching through hooded eyes, and I immediately missed the warmth of his body. His breathing was heavy, and his hands twitched at his side.
“Madison.” He breathed out a deep exhale. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
A faint smile lifted his lips before he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He stopped beside his bed and gave me a soft kiss that was barely more than a whisper across my lips. He stepped back and the look in his eyes made me tremble. His gaze was filled with so much want and desire.
“Take you clothes off.” His command was firm and guttural and made me shudder. I hesitated. If I did as he said, there would be no going back. Sleeping with him again would change everything between us. I wanted this, but I was also scared.
He stepped closer to me and brushed his hand across my cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”
His eyes were full of so much need and sincerity. I could walk away now, and he’d let me. But that wasn’t what I wanted.
I lifted my sweater over my head and took my time undoing my jeans then slipping them down my legs. I stood before him and let his eyes roam down my body before I took off my bra and underwear. My body turned to fire from his gaze. When his lust filled eyes returned to mine, I unhooked my bra and let my ample breasts fall free. Only then did he start to take his own clothes off.
Once his shirt was off, his muscles bulged, begging to be touched. He was no longer the boy I fell in love with. He was bigger, stronger, and every bit of a man. I stepped forward and ran my fingers down the hard curves of his chest until my fingers rested near the top of his jeans.
“Do you like what you see?” His lips tugged up as I pressed my mouth to his.
“I do.” I traced my fingers along the edge of his jeans before unsnapping the button. “Take these off.”
His eyes darkened at my command. “Yes ma’am.”
It pleased me to see him get just as excited as I did over giving orders in the bedroom. He did as I requested as I slipped off my panties and fell back on the bed, baring all of me to him.
“You are so beautiful.” He held his eyes on mine as he positioned himself above me. “I have been such a fool over you.”
He dropped his mouth to mine as he took hold of one breast and squeezed it. He kissed his way down my neck and chest and sucked one nipple into his mouth while he gently pinched the other. The sensation was intense, and with the way my body responded to him, I’d come before he ever touched me between my legs. I was more than ready for him.
I breathed softly, feeling it catch in my throat as his mouth lowered to my stomach. He ran the tip of his finger between my breasts and down the same path his lips took to my stomach until he reached my center. His fingers slipped between my legs and teased my entrance. “Fuck. You’re soaking wet for me.”