Chapter 11
M elanie wasn’t sure what had come over her. She was never this bold when it came to sex. Maybe all the years of wanting Logan had finally gotten to her.
On the ride home, she couldn’t control her legs from shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was nervousness, fear or sexual arousal.
Probably a little bit of each.
Logan didn’t look over at her the entire ride home, instead keeping his eyes trained on the road. At one point, she made the mistake of glancing down to his lap, where she noticed the large bulge he was sporting under his pants.
Extremely large.
Her breath hitched and she held back a moan.
Somehow, they made it to his house in record time without being pulled over.
She didn’t wait for Logan to come open her door and instead got out on her own. She was pretty sure if he even looked at her right now, her panties would fall from her body.
He must have had the same thought, because he didn’t wait for her as he made his way to his house and unlocked the front door. He left it open for her to walk in.
Closing the door behind her, she set her purse on the table next to the door.
He was facing away from her, his hands braced on the kitchen counter. Nervously she walked toward him but stopped when he spoke.
“You need to know that I tried. I tried so damn hard to stick to my plan and show you that we were more than just wanting.”
“I’ve known you my whole life, Logan. Don’t you think I already know that?” She began to move toward him again. “I’ve seen your good and I’ve seen your bad. And yet, here I am.”
She was just about to reach out and touch him when he suddenly turned. His face scrunched tight and eyes wary. “Just promise me something?”
Knowing him as well as she did, she knew what he wanted her to promise. “I’m not going anywhere. You and me being together is not going to change the way I feel about you. My guess is it’s gonna make it stronger. I might even start chasing you around like a puppy dog.”
He brushed her hair back from her face. “What if I wanted to chase you around?”
She leaned in, taking in his smell. He always smelled so good. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you catch me. But why don’t we find out?” She didn’t hesitate when she closed the distance and captured his lips.
She expected him to be tense or stiff. But it was just the opposite. His body felt relaxed pressed up next to hers.
Well, most of his body.
She felt his hands move upward, landing on her breasts. With a light touch, he ran his thumbs over each nipple through her dress. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed onto his upper arms to steady herself.
Her dress was making it hard to press her body closer to him and she was becoming frustrated.
Sliding one hand down, she gripped her dress and hiked it up and over her hips. This allowed her to lift her leg and latch onto him.
He must have gotten her message because his hands found her ass and in seconds both her legs were secured around his waist.
“Fuck,” he swore looking down between them. “You are so sexy.”
“I need more,” she panted, grinding into him.
Carrying her, he walked to the couch and fell on top of her. When she began to unbutton his pants, he stopped her.
“What if for tonight, we just leave our clothes on?”
She eyed him warily. “So you wanna what? Dry hump?”
He laughed and bent to kiss her ear. “A good dry hump can leave a person very satisfied.”
She shivered at his voice in her ear and instead of speaking, ground her hips up into his body.
His mouth came back to hers in a frantic kiss. Their bodies were moving together in unison and the friction of his pants against her underwear – since her dress was still up around her waist – was enough.
Other than her own hand or her vibrator, this was the first time somebody else was touching her in a long time.
And boy had she missed it.
Gripping his fabric-covered ass in her hands, she pressed him closer to her. The feel of his cock had her panting into his mouth as he kissed her.
He lifted his head and his eyes searched hers, for what she didn’t know. His fingers found her breasts again and over her dress and bra he teased and tortured her until she had no choice but to just let go.
She closed her eyes and let the overwhelming sensation of happiness run through her body.
Sure he wasn’t inside of her and technically she still hadn’t even touched his dick but her body didn’t seem to care.
When she reopened her eyes, she saw that she wasn’t the only one who had achieved orgasm. Logan was shaking above her, his arms and neck covered in goosebumps.
She smiled up at him. “Don’t let it go to your head, but you were right.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “About what?”
“Dry humping is very satisfying.”
“You’re gorgeous when you come.” He bent his head and licked the pulse point in her neck. “Someday, you’ll have to let me take pictures.”
Her eyes widened. “You are not taking pics of me while we are having sex!”
He sat up and she noticed the very big wet spot in his lap. Lifting her butt up off the couch, she pulled her dress back down.
“Not of the sex act, just of your face.”
“Still not happening.”
“Wanna bet?” he grinned.
“No.” She shook her head. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth. “Mine,” he said before kissing her knuckles. “You’re my girl.”
Well, fuck. If he was gonna go and say things like that, then she was afraid she just might let him take the damn pictures.
“I’m gonna go,” he indicated to his pants, “clean up. Why don’t you order a pizza?”
“Sure.” She stood and found her phone inside her purse which she had left at the door. She called in the order—large green pepper and sausage, because that’s what he always ate—and then opened a bottle of wine. She was just pouring herself a glass when he came back out.
If he was hot in dress clothes, then he was scorching in jeans and a tee.
“If you want, I sat out a t-shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts on my bed.
Of course, he had. Logan was always one step ahead and always considerate.
She contemplated. She wasn’t uncomfortable in the dress but if they sat down it would be easier to not be in it. “That’s not a half-bad idea.” She sat her wine down. “I’ll be back.”
In his room, she found the worn t-shirt and shorts on his bed. When she lifted the shirt she saw that it was an old one. One that she had seen him wear many times. One that she knew was his absolute favorite.
Slipping her dress off, she couldn’t help but wonder why he would give her that shirt to wear. Once she had changed into the t-shirt and shorts, she went back to the living room.
He must have heard her because his eyes landed on her with a predatory gleam.
“Isn’t this your favorite shirt?” she held it out from the bottom.
“It is.”
“Then why did you give it to me to wear?” She grabbed her glass of wine off the counter and leaned one hip against it.
“There may have been a motive behind it.” He smiled.
“Oh yeah. Do tell?” She sipped her wine and waited.
“I figured one of two things would happen. You would either wear it and then take it off before you left, leaving me with my favorite shirt smelling like you, or you would wear it home.”
“Why do you want me to wear it home if it’s your favorite shirt?”
He moved closer, leaning in to kiss her neck. “Because then I could imagine you sleeping in my favorite shirt.”
She shivered and wasn’t sure if it was from his lips on her neck or from his words. Taking a step back she took another drink of wine. “Since I already have one of your shirts to sleep in, I think I will leave you this one.”
“Fine by me.” He shrugged and took a drink of the beer he was holding. “I’ll just never wash it again.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“You’re not a guy so you just don’t know what the thought of the chick we are into wearing our clothes does to us.”
“Did you just call me a chick?” She laughed because she knew he was just joking.
“Did you miss the rest of my sentence where I said I was into you?” He looked genuinely upset.
“After what we just did on your couch, I think I know that you are into me.”
“Wanna go do it again?” he winked.
The man actually winked at her.
What in the world had she gotten herself into?
––––––––
T he pizza was long gone and so was her bottle of wine. She was sprawled out on Logan’s couch, her feet in his lap. They had just finished watching The Goonies, her choice, and now it was after eleven. She was thinking it was probably time for her to get home.
When she sat up though, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“It’s getting late. I should probably go home.”
“You’re forgetting, you don’t have a car here and even if you did, I would not let you drive after you had a whole bottle of wine.”
She bit her lip. “I forgot that I didn’t drive here.”
“I’ve also had too much and shouldn’t be driving.” He had moved closer to her on the couch and his hand was running up and down her thigh.
“I guess I could sleep in your guest room like I usually do.” She had stayed there many times and he always had his extra room made up for her. Just in case.
“Or...”
She laughed. “You said no to sex and now you want me to sleep in your bed. With you?”
He hung his head. “Yeah, probably not a good idea, huh?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to.” She lowered her head so she could look him in the eyes.
“Come on.” He stood and reached for her hand. “Let’s get you to bed before I try and talk you into joining me in mine.”
They walked hand-in-hand down the hall, stopping at the doorway across from his room. He had three bedrooms in the house; his, the guest room, and his office. The guest room was right across the hallway from his room.
“I’m sorry that I ruined our date night?” She brushed his hair back from his face.
“Anytime I get you under me, clothes or not, I consider that a win.”
“Next time, I want you under me.” She leaned in and kissed him, taking it deeper than she had originally wanted. Somehow her lips never wanted to leave his.
“Goodnight,” he said and she forced herself to pull away and go into the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to sleep with him in the same bed.
Was he a snuggler or did he like his space? Would he hog the bed or the covers? Did he snore?
They had slept in the same house many times, especially during Leah’s stalker issue, months prior. But they had never slept in the same room.
Although, there had been mornings that she would wake up first when he would be asleep on her couch, and she would watch him sleep.
He always looked so peaceful. So happy. And it’d made her wonder what he was dreaming of.
Laying back in the bed, she pulled the covers up over her body and tried to clear her mind. But her mind had other ideas.
All it wanted to think about was Logan.
After who knows how long of just staring at the ceiling, she threw the covers off and stood up. This was stupid. They were grown-ass adults. They could surely sleep in the same bed together without having sex.
Couldn’t they?
She was going to find out because, if she stayed in the bed she was in, she would get no sleep.
Opening the door she got the shock of her life when she found Logan, hand lifted in a fist as if to knock, standing there.
They both just stood there, staring.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he broke the silence first.
“Me neither.”
“Do you think you’d want to...” he trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
“Yes,” she said emphatically. “Yes, I want to sleep with you. In the same bed as you, I mean.”
He gave a quick nod and turned back to his room. She followed him in and waited for him to get in, not knowing which side he preferred to sleep on.
Once in on the right side, she slid in opposite him.
The room was dark, with almost no light, and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Needing to feel him, she slid her leg over toward the middle of the bed until she made contact with his calf. It was then that her body relaxed. Somehow touching him, even that small touch, made everything better.
“Goodnight,” she said.
She felt his hand touch her arm. “Goodnight, Melanie.”