27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
IZZY
The last twenty-four hours kind of sucked. I couldn't lie about that. I worked at the hospital yesterday after dropping the twins off at school. Then I was back at Logan’s by six, but he had to leave early because of a large house fire that needed more guys. So I literally only got to see him for a few minutes.
I glanced at the time on my phone, hoping he would be home soon. The girls were still sleeping. It was a Saturday, so no need to wake them, and I probably kept them up a little too late last night. But I'd texted Logan to make sure a movie and popcorn until eleven was fine.
The side door opened, and I immediately started moving toward him. He didn't miss a beat as he dropped his bag and his hands grasped my waist before he pulled me flush against his body. My core throbbed as his tongue thrust into my mouth, teasing, exploring. There was so much need in this kiss. So much desire. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I wanted more. More of this. More of him.
He pulled back, his gaze so dark and needy, likely mirroring my own.
“Assuming girls are still sleeping?”
I nodded and he grabbed me by my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned, pressing me back against the wall.
“Good.” His lips found mine again.
He rotated his hips, rubbing his hard cock along my clit. I broke the kiss and let my head fall back against the wall with a moan.
“Shh.” He moved again. “You need to be quiet, sweetheart.”
His lips brushed along the column of my throat where my pulse pounded hard. He continued to swivel his hips, grinding against me as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Logan.” I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip, attempting to quiet my moans. Jesus, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The need to be with him was so overwhelming, I wasn't even sure I could form words.
“What is it you want?”
“You. I want you.”
He spun suddenly, still holding me to him, and took two steps before bracing me on the edge of the kitchen table. “Can you be quiet?”
Oh, fuck yes. I nodded and pressed my teeth harder into my lip. I wasn't sure what he had in mind. I doubted he planned to have me right here with his kids asleep upstairs. But his gaze was all sorts of serious, and I'd agree to just about anything if it meant I could feel him. His touch. His mouth. Any of him.
He glanced down at my sleep shorts and groaned. “Do these even cover your ass.”
I smirked. “Mostly.”
He slowly looked back up my body as his fingers danced along the hem of my shorts. I braced my hands behind me and leaned back, giving him more access.
“You like teasing me?” His thumb disappeared under the fabric of my shorts and pressed hard against my clit.
My hips bucked, and his grip tightened on my hip, holding me still.
“I like the way you look at me.”
“And how do I look at you?”
I stared at him, trying to find the right words to describe it. “Like you couldn't possibly go another minute without kissing me. Or touching me.”
“That is very accurate.” He smiled. “Even if you were wearing sweats that covered your gorgeous body, I'd still want to touch you. To feel your lips against mine.” He pushed the fabric of my panties to the side before running his thumb through my wetness. “Jesus. You're soaked, sweetheart. This all for me?”
I nodded, although he knew the answer to that. “I've never been so turned on in my life.”
His lips lifted into a cocky smirk.
“Logan, please.” My body was vibrating with need.
“Please, what?” His thumb continued to move up and down. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” I pulled my lip all the way into my mouth. “Please. I can't?—”
He pushed two fingers deep inside me, cutting off my words as I fought to keep quiet. Finally, he was no longer teasing me as he slid his fingers in and out of me, working me over until I was panting and moaning.
He growled as his hand holding onto my hip slid up my back and pulled me forward. His mouth slammed down on mine, and he swallowed down my moans as his other hand continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
My body pulsed with pleasure as my core tightened and my orgasm tore through me. His movements slowed and he removed his hand, pulling back enough so he could press his lips to my forehead.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Next time it’ll be my mouth making you come.”
I sagged into his hold, and his arms tightened around me. We lived in that quiet moment until the sound of little feet came from upstairs. I wasn’t ready for this interlude with him to end, but this probably wasn’t the way he wanted to tell the girls about us.
He stepped back, and I slid my feet to the floor. He searched my face, longing still blazing in his gaze. Finally, Alice and Nikki twirled into the kitchen like mini tornados.
I moved further into the kitchen. “Okay you two, pancakes, waffles, or French toast?”
“Waffles,” Alice exclaimed.
“French toast,” Nikki countered.
I smiled at them and shook my head. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this issue. “You know my rule.”
They turned toward each other and put out their little fists. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”
“Scissors cut paper.” Alice smiled proudly.
I glanced over at Logan. “Are you heading to bed or joining us?”
“I’ll wait and eat breakfast. I’m suddenly starving.” His lips lifted into the sexiest smirk I’d seen him wear so far.
“Really?” I dragged the word out and matched his smirk with one of my own.
“But Dad, you don’t eat waffles.”
“That is true. But you and Izzy make the best. I can’t possibly pass them up. I am going to make some scrambled eggs, though. Who wants some with their waffles?”
“Me,” both girls said in unison.
Logan stepped up to the sink and washed his hands with another sexy smirk aimed at me. The reminder of what we just did caused my body to come alive with need all over again. I still didn’t understand how one look from him was all it took.
The four of us worked together in the kitchen, prepping the eggs and waffles. I struggled to keep my gaze from continuing to drift to Logan helping his girls. He was so good with them, even when it was obvious letting them make a mess was not easy for him. It all felt so domestic, and I loved it. I understood the responsibility that came with having a family, but I wanted him to know, to see, this could be the kind of life I’d find joy in. I didn’t see the twins as a negative thing, but an added bonus.
He carried over the bowl of beaten eggs and waffle batter. Standing next to him at the stove, I started pouring the batter into the waffle pan as he began scrambling the eggs.
“Would it be okay if I take the girls to the spring festival in town after breakfast?”
He studied me for a heartbeat before his lips lifted into a small smile that had my belly fluttering again.
“Yeah, that's fine,” he said with a slight nod of his head. “Or if you wanted to wait, we could go together. I only need a few hours of sleep and I'll be good.”
“You sure?” He didn’t need to offer that. He could totally have a kid-free house for a few hours, or rest and then take them himself, but was it dumb to hope his offer meant he wanted to spend more time with me too?
He leaned over, his warm breath close to my ear sending a shiver racing down my spine. “I like spending time with you, sweetheart. So yes, I’m sure.”
Warmth blossomed in my chest, spreading through my body, and I turned slightly to look at him. Our gazes met, and when his drifted down to my lips, my breath caught. Only a few inches lay between us, and I wanted so badly to kiss him again.
Giggling erupted from the other side of the island, and we both turned our gazes toward the girls.
“Are you guys gonna kiss?” Nikki asked as her nose scrunched.
Logan paused and surveyed them thoughtfully. “Would you think that was weird?”
Nikki shrugged. “Jesse kisses Mom. She says when two people really like each other, they kiss.”
“And you really like Izzy,” Alice added with a wide smile.
He chuckled and glanced back at me. “I do really like Izzy.”
Heat spread up my neck and into my face. I pulled my gaze away and focused back on the waffles, turning the pan over. Willing my face to turn back to its normal shade.
As we sat at the table together and ate, we told the girls about taking them to the festival. They were so excited, as soon as they finished their waffles, they took their plates to the sink and ran upstairs to get dressed.
“I don’t think they realize we’re not going until after you wake up.” I stood with my plate in my hands.
He chuckled. “I don’t think they do either. You still okay with that plan?”
“Of course.” The fact that we were going to do this together, the four of us, made me so utterly happy. I reached over to grab his plate and a sudden whiff of charred wood hit me. I leaned closer to his hair, breathing him in.
A chuckle left his lips. “Did you just smell me? I mean, I smell you all the time because you smell like strawberries. But I probably still stink from my quick shower this morning.”
“You don’t stink.” I shook my head. “I love the way you smell. It’s the smoke.” How did I explain this? I shrugged. “Reminds me of my father, my childhood. I find it comforting, familiar. I don’t know, it probably sounds stupid.” I could already feel my face heating.
He stared at me for so long I felt the need to squirm.
“Not stupid.” His fingers trailed up the back of my leg leaving gooseflesh in their wake. “I love that. Love that you can find comfort in something I can give you.”
There went those damn butterflies again.
“Go sleep. So we can go to the festival.” I leaned down and brushed my lips quickly against his before moving toward the sink.
He headed up to bed, and by the time I finished cleaning up the kitchen, the girls were playing quietly with Legos in the great room. I told them I’d be right back and went upstairs to change.
I loved the flowy tank top and cutoffs I brought for today, and when Logan entered the great room an hour later and his heated gaze skimmed over my body, it was obvious he did too.
As we rode in his truck to the festival, he entwined our hands, bringing mine to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on the back. I glanced at the girls in the back as they giggled. I loved how simple the whole thing was. Even when he won them both a stuffed bear at a carnival game, they told him he had to get one for me, too.
“Of course, I have to win my girl a prize.”
His girl . The sheer happiness those words evoked was indescribable.