Chapter 5 #3
He kissed me again; a kiss I returned with everything I had in me. I don’t know if I was trying to tempt him, trying to get him to say he’d try a relationship, or prove to him I wasn’t asking him for one.
We took it into my bedroom and spent the next hour in bed taking turns bringing each other to the brink.
What he did to my body was as amazing as it was last night.
After we both came again, we took a nap.
I loved the feeling of him holding me. Gary always rolled over after sex.
Logan practically fell asleep on top of me. When I woke, we were a tangle of limbs.
Logan
Several more of my rules broken. Fuck, what was it about this woman? I came awake holding her and knew I wanted to be inside her again. I was so hard; you’d think I hadn’t had sex in weeks. I flipped her onto her back and kissed her, my knees spreading hers.
“Logan, I’ve got to pack,” she protested. “What time is it anyway?”
She tried to reach for the bedside clock to see the time. I took her by both hands, pinning her in place. “It’s time for you to scream my name again.” The truth was I’d nearly screamed hers. I pressed in. She was soaking wet, ready.
“Logan, stop.”
I stopped right where I was, but I didn’t pull out. “Do you not want to or are you worried about the packing?”
“Of course, I want to, but I still have so much packing I need to do.”
I smiled; my eyes invaded hers. “I’ll help you pack, however long it takes to get done what you need to today.
” Then I kissed her again and pressed rest of the way in, until I was buried deep inside of her, my balls up tightly against her.
Pure heaven! I moaned and didn’t stop until we both came again.
Gia
There was something about the way Logan looked at me after we had sex after our nap that made me think this was more to him than just sex.
His hands cupped my face, and he hovered over me.
He was still buried deep inside me. His eyes penetrated mine for so long.
It was so connecting. I don’t recall ever gazing into Gary’s eyes this long for any reason.
God! He was handsome, strikingly beautiful if a guy can be considered beautiful.
Those eyes held mine and nothing else mattered.
Logan kept his word and helped me pack. After several hours, I realized I was starving.
I hadn’t eaten anything since my protein smoothie before I had left for my appointment at Stevens Street Gym.
We’d gotten up and began packing right away.
I didn’t have a whole lot of food in the apartment, I was letting it dwindle down, so I’d have less to move.
I looked through the refrigerator and cabinets for the second time.
Logan came up behind me and looped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. I felt his face nuzzle my neck.
“Are you looking to pack something, or hoping something better to eat will appear?”
I laughed. “Maybe both.” I ran my hands over his on my stomach enjoying the feeling of his hands holding me. I turned to look at him, at his handsome face. “Thank you for staying to help me.”
His smile was genuine. “You’re welcome. I told you I would. So, are you at least going to feed me? I’m hungry too.”
“I guess I need to go to the grocery store, the prospects aren’t too good.”
“You ever get sandwiches from Rubenstein’s Deli?”
I didn’t eat much bread or deli meat. “No, I haven’t.”
“Really? They’re only a few blocks over. They have an amazing pastrami, huge, big enough for us both. And their Kosher pickles are to die for.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. As tight as his abs were, I couldn’t imagine he ate anything but healthy food. “I’ll trust you.”
He took a few steps towards the door. “So, we’ll share the pastrami?” He opened the door.
“Sure but get me my own pickle.”
Logan
Damn, another rule broken, buying the meal for her, way to date-like.
But we did have to eat, and she didn’t have much in her refrigerator.
Besides, I was the one delaying her packing by keeping her in bed.
Just the thought of it had my lips forming a smile I couldn’t stop.
I wanted to keep her in bed a lot more. Damn, what would this look like with her working at the gym?
If I were smart, I would cut this off right now.
I knew I couldn’t do that though. She had to understand though; this wasn’t a relationship.
I brought the food back into her apartment, not bothering to knock on the door as I entered. She had the wine open, and two glasses poured. We sat next to each other at her dining table. She raised her glass into the air towards me. “To my new job and us keeping it from getting messy.”
I tapped her glass, and we drank. “You know I am going to think of nothing besides getting you into bed whenever I see you in those form fitting yoga pants and tank tops you wear.” She smiled in a way that said she was not only flattered but conveyed that she would be feeling the same way about me.
“I can’t make you any promises about anything, little girl, except that I will be honest with you. ”
“That’s more than a lot of people will do or can do.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. I really wanted to ask about her ex-boyfriend, who had obviously lived here with her.
I didn’t though. I didn’t feel it was my place to ask.
I took her glass from her hand and sat it back on the table.
I kissed her, to cover up for my lack of anything to say to her statement.