32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
LOGAN
Thinking about the last few days with Izzy made me smile. We’d spent every minute we could together. After the way Nikki and Alice responded to the idea that I was going to kiss Izzy on Saturday, I wasn’t really worried about how they would react to us being together. But I knew they would have questions. They’d both giggled this morning when I kissed Izzy on the cheek before leaving for work. It felt so natural and so right, I didn’t even give myself a moment to think about it. Starting tonight, the girls would be with Maggie for the next five days. And I planned to make the most of it with Izzy.
I stepped back and inspected the rig, pride surging through me. I loved giving it a fresh wash. Voices echoed from inside the bay, and I glanced that way. Seth stood, arms crossed, glowering at Zack, who was dancing around like a kid on Christmas morning.
“The probie smiled,” Zack announced loudly, pointing toward Seth. “It was real quick, but he smiled.”
I shook my head. Seth had slowly acclimated to us over the last couple of weeks. He was just quiet and kept to himself. Complete opposite of Zack, who was the most extroverted of all of us. Jay stood off to the side watching the scene with a smirk. He glanced my way, catching my eye, and schooled his features.
I wanted to feel bad for not telling him about Izzy and me, but I didn’t. He thought I wasn’t right for her. Too old. Too much baggage. I got it. I did. But I wasn’t ready to hear it again. Maybe once he saw how happy we were, he would be more okay with it. If not, that was his problem, not mine.
I shook my head and focused back on the truck, sighing when the alarms went off a few minutes later.
After two more calls, I collapsed back on the sofa, stretching out. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out, smiling as I clicked on the text notification from Izzy. I held back the groan that wanted to slip out from the selfie that filled my screen. Izzy, blonde curls falling down around her shoulders, a mischievous spark in her eyes, and the only thing covering her breasts was a bright pink, very tiny bikini top.
Jesus. My dick jumped in my pants.
I ignored the desire pumping through my veins and typed out a message.
Me: Where are you?
Great, Logan. Now you sound like an overbearing parent.
Izzy: Lounging by the pool at my parents house. I stopped by to help my mom with a few things.
Me: Wish I was there.
Izzy: Not sure we’d get away with much with my parents here. Lol
Me: Oh trust me, I can be very sneaky when I need to be.
Me: And we both know you can be quiet when you need to be.
Izzy:
Me: Just wait until I have you all to myself tonight.
Izzy: Food first. You promised I could cook for you tonight.
Me: I remember. And you promised I could have you for dessert.
Me: Wear a dress. No panties.
Izzy: And what if I don’t?
Me: Only good girls get rewarded, remember?
That tingle on the back of my head, like I was being watched, made me look up. Jay stood in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at me. Did he suspect we were together? If he asked me again, I wouldn’t lie to him. At least not directly.
When the alarms went off again, we all groaned. Today was going to be one of those days. We didn’t mind the calls, but when there were multiple ones back-to-back, it could be exhausting. Sometimes physically, and other times it could feel mentally draining as well. Today ended up being busy with simple, routine calls that left most of us dragging. But at least the arsonist was still in the wind and not setting fires.
The exhaustion evaporated by the time I left the station that night. Knowing I was headed home and Izzy was there waiting for me only left me with excitement. I did mentally brace myself for Jay to say something when I changed into jeans and a Henley after taking my shower, but that proved to be a fruitless worry. Either he was too exhausted to ask, or he was waiting for a better time for both of us.
I parked my truck in the drive, entered the house from the side door, and froze. Izzy, long blonde curls cascading down her back, swayed her hips to the music playing from her phone as she stood at the stove. The aroma of something Italian wafted through the air. I set my bag down and shut the door, moving further into the kitchen.
She glanced over her shoulder at me with a smile that stole the air from my lungs. I stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her hips and bringing us flush together, matching her rhythm and moving us to the music.
My dick jumped, hardening against her ass. I fought the urge to lift her dress, bend her over the closest surface, and sink into her soft, wet pussy.
Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I skimmed her ear with my lips, eliciting a moan from her.
“Food first,” she whispered.
“I know.” I smiled, getting the impression she was reminding herself as much as she was me. “I just wanted to dance with you.”
“Yeah?” She pressed back against me and rotated her hips, rubbing against my cock.
“Trying to tease me?”
“Maybe.” She smiled. The oven beeped and she lifted her head back up. “Need to get the lasagna in the oven.”
I looked over her shoulder at the casserole dish sitting on top of the oven before stepping back and letting her put it inside.
She set the timer and then spun toward me. “That has to bake for about thirty-five minutes, and then I’ll need to uncover it.”
I took a minute to admire her sundress. It held her breasts with only two thin straps and tied in between before flaring out midway down her stomach. Yellow, with red cherries, it even matched her personality.
“So what you’re saying is I can have my dessert first?”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as pink dusted her cheeks.
“Because all I’ve thought about all day is getting my mouth on you. Feeling you grip my hair as you come on my tongue.” I took a step toward her and gripped her waist, bringing her hard against my chest. “You want that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
I lifted her and placed her on the granite countertop of the island. “Did you do what I said?”
Her eyes flared as she nodded.
Fuck . “Show me.” The words came out husky as I thought about her bare pussy ready for me.
She pulled the hem of her dress up slowly, until it was bunched around her waist, and my fingers dug into her thighs at the sight.
“So fucking perfect.” I pushed her legs further apart. “Lay back.”
She lowered herself to the counter, and I placed a kiss on the inside of one thigh before doing the same to the other one, hoping the slight scruff on my face would leave its mark.
“Logan.” I gripped her hips as they lifted slightly off the counter, keeping her anchored.
“Patience.” I trailed my tongue up her leg, stopping so close to where I knew she needed me. “I want to take my time.” I repeated the same motion on the other side.
She threaded her fingers into my hair. “Please, don’t tease me.”
I smiled up at her from between her thighs and licked up her slit. She arched her back, and her fingers tightened in my hair as I explored her with my tongue.
“You like that?”
A breathy moan escaped her. “Yes.”
“Good.” I covered her clit with my mouth, sucking and flicking back and forth until her moans were echoing around us. I pushed two fingers inside of her and curled them, seeking that spot that I knew would send her flying.
Her grip on my hair tightened. “Oh my God. Right there.”
I sucked hard on her clit and spasms racked her body as she screamed out in ecstasy. But I wasn’t done, continuing my assault and letting her ride out every wave of her orgasm until she went limp. I placed gentle kisses along her belly and over her hip before helping her sit up and bringing her into my chest.
Holding her, breathing her in, was everything. I could spend forever like this. Dancing in the kitchen and then pleasing her. Even watching her move around my kitchen as she finished making salads to go with the lasagna—it was like she belonged here, had always been here.
I swallowed, my chest suddenly feeling tight.
She looked up, a dusting of pink breaking out across her cheeks. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful and I like watching you cook.”
I stood up and headed to the wine rack that sat on top of my fridge. “White or red?”
“Red…maybe the Pinot Noir?”
I poured us each a glass and helped her carry the plates to the table. As we sat and ate, we talked about the girls' first soccer game coming up on Saturday and how Jesse, Maggie’s boyfriend, planned to be there too. I also thought about the surprise I had for Izzy after the game.
“How was your shift today?”
I blinked, the sudden change of conversation bringing me out of my thoughts. “It was busy. But only a bunch of small crap.” I went on to tell her about some of the calls. Having someone to talk to at the end of the day wasn’t something I thought I was missing, but sitting here with her chatting about my day felt perfect.
“I think Seth is settling in better now.” I smirked. “Although he still doesn’t really smile.”
She chuckled. “I could’ve said the same about you.”
I paused with my fork halfway to my mouth. “I smile.”
“Now you do. But before all you did was glare and growl at me.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Oh. Yeah, well, that was extenuating circumstances.”
She rolled her eyes and I pushed my plate back before asking her about her day. I sat back in my chair and listened to her talk about her day at the hospital and then with the girls.
As she talked, I couldn’t stop staring at her, and the realization that I was falling in love with her hit me square in the chest. I just prayed she felt the same.