Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
LOGAN
I said it. I told her I’m in love with her.
And she’s looking at me like I’m speaking Japanese.
“You’re what?” she asks, blinking up at me with those blue eyes that I’ve become obsessed with over the past two weeks.
I can’t tell if she’s still angry or shocked or what.
But I do know that it feels like my heart’s about to pound out of my chest as I stare down at her.
I do know that holding her in my arms feels so fucking right that I’m never letting her go.
She might’ve been the one to kidnap me, but I’m the one who’s going to keep her forever.
“I’m in love with you,” I say again, warmth blooming across my chest.
The fire pops and crackles softly, and the wind howls outside. It feels like we’re the only two people on the planet.
I’ve shocked her into silence, apparently. Her beautiful eyes are wide, her lips parted slightly as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She searches my face, and I let her look, meeting her gaze. I’ve got nothing to hide. Not anymore.
I feel lighter now that I’ve told her the truth.
“And I feel awful for the stress I’ve caused you. I had no idea, Kaylee. I swear. I would never do anything to jeopardize your safety or your wellbeing. I love you. I want to take care of you.”
“Logan,” she breathes, and it takes every single ounce of restraint I have not to kiss her.
Not to claim her pretty little mouth and show her exactly what I’m offering.
Her brows furrow, a tiny crease appearing between them, and I can tell she’s still working through what I’ve just told her.
If I start kissing the daylights out of her now, she might run.
Not that I wouldn’t chase her.
I lift a hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I almost groan at how silky smooth it is between my fingers.
I want to wrap it around my fist as I do depraved, filthy things to her.
Her eyes flutter closed at my touch, and she leans into it. It’s enough to give me hope that in time, she might return my feelings. If she ever wants me even a fraction as much as I want her, I’ll consider that a win.
“I needed you to know. To understand why I did what I did. I wanted you to know how I feel about you so that you can figure out how you feel about me.”
She swallows hard, her eyes blinking open. “I…” She shakes her head.
Okay. Still processing.
“I know I’m too old for you,” I say, smirking at her. “I know. But I can’t help how I feel. I started falling the second I laid eyes on you.”
She bites her lip, and I do groan this time. I can’t help it. What I feel for Kaylee is lust and need, protectiveness and possessiveness, love and desire and hope, all wrapped into one. It’s so strong and consuming that I feel drunk on how badly I want her. How much I love her.
“I’m done playing games, Kaylee. Done being a coward who rejects house after house just because I need to be around you.”
She huffs out a breath and then god help me, she rolls her eyes.
“I hear that people go on these things they call dates? Maybe you could’ve just asked me on one of those instead of almost costing me my job and forcing me to kidnap you.
” Some of the heat is back in her tone, and I grin. Good. The shock is wearing off.
“And what would you have said if a man old enough to be your father asked you on a date?”
“If it was you, I would’ve said yes.” She answers quickly, her eyes bright.
My heart does a flip in my chest.
“You would?” I ask, one eyebrow arching.
She nods, her cheeks going pink. My cock thickens, my balls starting to ache. “Logan, I…” She looks down, her lashes casting shadows over her freckled cheeks. My heart hammers in my chest as I wait for her to say something.
I feel like my entire fucking life is hanging in the balance.
“I have feelings for you, too,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Her confession sends a rush of dazzling heat through me, and it takes everything I have not to kiss her. Not to sink down onto the couch and pull her into my lap. Not to make her every promise I have to give.
“Yeah?” I ask. It’s completely ineloquent, but it’s all I can manage. If I say more, I’m scared my heart will leap right the fuck out of my throat and into her hands.
She looks up, those blue eyes that are my undoing meeting mine. “I have this massive, massive crush on you. More than a crush, really. I have since the day we met.”
I lift my hand, leaving one arm locked around her waist, and cup her cheek. Christ, her skin is soft.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her cheeks so pink they’re nearly red. “I…I think about you all the time. Constantly.”
“Tell me,” I say, my voice low as the fire crackles and the wind howls. “What do you think about when you think about me?”
She arches against me, and her eyes flare. I’m hard, and I know she can feel me pressed against her flat little belly.
“I…” She sucks in a breath. “I think about your hands. How big and strong they are.” I flex my fingers against her hip and she squirms on her feet. “What they’d feel like on me.” She swallows, her eyelids fluttering.
“And how do they feel?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, as though she’s fighting against something.
“So good I could cry,” she whispers, and I let my hand slip lower, cupping her pert ass. She whimpers as I squeeze her flesh.
She’d probably have me arrested if she knew the things I want to do to this ass.
“Where do you want my hands, Kaylee? When you think about me, where are my hands?” My voice is more growl than anything else and I’m too lost in this moment to care.
She swallows again, and when her eyes meet mine, her pupils are blown, obscuring the blues almost entirely. “Everywhere. On my waist. My hips. My…my breasts.” She’s pink to the tips of her ears now. So fucking sweet.
My cock is an angry monster, throbbing in my jeans, desperate for freedom. Guiding her with my hand still gripping her perfect ass, I rub her stomach against my cock, making both of us moan softly.
“And where do you want my mouth, sweet little Kaylee?” I rumble out, still teasing the ridge of my cock against her.
She lets out a shaky breath. “On mine. On my neck, my…” She trails off, rubbing her face into my palm.
“Say it, baby. Give me the words.” It’s a demand, but I keep my tone gentle.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “On my nipples,” she whispers. “Between my legs.”
My thumb feathers over her incredibly soft cheek, and her eyes are wide, her breath coming in soft pants. She’s so damn beautiful. So tiny and vulnerable, yet fierce and strong.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and I watch her liquefy at my praise. It makes me want to push the boundaries, to see how much of what I like she likes.
I have a feeling it’ll be everything, simply because she was made for me.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I confess, my voice rough around the edges. “If you let me Kaylee, I’ll take care of you in every single way.”
Her lips part, her eyes searching mine. “Take care of me? But I almost lost my job because of you. I was so stressed I was pushed into an…accidental kidnapping. Because of you.”
“I know, baby. And I’m sorry. I’m going to fix it.
I’m going to make it right. I had no idea.
” I press a soft kiss to her temple and drag my nose over the soft skin there.
Fucking sugar cookies. “If you’re mine, I’ll make sure you’re safe.
You’ll always have a roof over your head and food on your table.
I’ll hold you when you’re scared. I’ll make you laugh when you’re sad.
” I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll worship your gorgeous little body.
I’ll make you feel so fucking good every single day. ”
Her pulse flutters in her throat, her breaths coming faster and sharper, and I decide to test the waters.
“Be mine, so Daddy can take care of everything for you.”
She moans softly at the mention of the word Daddy, making my cock throb and everything inside me rejoice.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, and she nods, her cheeks pink, her pretty lips parted slightly.
“Very much.”
Yes.
“You were made for me, Kaylee. I know it in my bones. I know it like I know my own name. You’re meant to be mine. It’s why I fell for you the second I saw you.” I force a ragged breath into my lungs.
She blinks up at me, her eyes bright and full of emotion.
“I starting falling for you that day, too, Logan. It’s more than just a crush.
I don’t know the first thing about love or relationships or…
or sex…but I do know that as much as you piss me off, you also make me feel things I’ve never felt before. ”
I smirk. “And as cute as you are when you’re pissed, I have something to set right, don’t I? I said I was going to fix this, and I meant it. Where are the offer papers?”
She blinks, needing a few seconds to process my question. “Oh. Uh, in my bag by the front door.”
I kiss her forehead and then pull myself away from her. I make quick work of finding the offer papers for the house we’re currently in, flip to the signature page, and sign my name with a flourish. I don’t even bother to look at the details. I don’t care.
“House sold. Done,” I say, tossing them onto the coffee table in the living room. “But one sale isn’t enough to make up for what I put my girl through.” I retrieve another set of offer papers for one of the houses. I don’t know which one, and frankly, it doesn’t matter.
I sign those, too, hoping the commission she’ll get from not one but two sales is enough of an apology that we’re good.
“Logan, you don’t have to…” She trails off, shaking her head.
“I do have to. I do. Because I meant it when I said I’ll take care of you. Because I meant it when I said I was sorry. This is me, literally putting my money where my mouth is.”
She stares at the papers and then looks at me, heat and affection sparking in her eyes. Fuck me, but I’ll do anything to keep her looking at me like that every single day for the rest of my life.
I sink down onto the couch and spread my arms over the back. “Now, what are you going to do with your hostage?”
She takes several slow steps towards me before climbing into my lap, her knees on either side of my hips.
The feeling of Kaylee in my lap is pure bliss. It’s perfection. And more than anything, it feels like this was always where she was meant to be.
“Will you…” She blushes and looks away shyly. I love getting to see all of these sides of her. The professional side, the furiously angry side, the adorably clumsy side, the sweetly shy side.
“Will I what, baby? You already know the answer’s yes.” I slide my hands to her hips, squeezing gently.
Her sparkling blue eyes meet mine, so wide and innocent. “Will you teach me how to kiss?”