10. Logan
LOGAN
Savanna runs a hand absently over Panda’s fur. The cat purrs and looks at me with what resembles a smirk, as if to say you’ve got a long way to go before you get to be the one in her lap.
He’s right. It’s going to take more than one dinner. But the night isn’t over yet. I’ve got another idea of how I can make it up to Savanna, if she’ll let me.
I sip my hot chocolate, and it’s delicious and minty. I like how Savanna still drinks hot chocolate. Everything about her house shows she’s a fully grown-up woman: the tasteful furniture, the houseplants, and the loyal black and white cat. But she still has a sweet tooth, as she always used to.
I put my empty mug on the coffee table and sit back on the couch, this time a little closer to Savanna. My hand goes over the back of the couch, and my fingertips trail over the back of her neck. Savanna gives a little sigh, and she leans into my touch.
I edge closer and accidentally on purpose give Panda a nudge. The cat stretches, then jumps off Savanna’s lap, and I use the opportunity to move closer until our thighs touch.
Savanna turns her head to me, and I’m struck by how beautiful she is. Some strands of hair have escaped her topknot, and I reach behind her and tug the hair tie out of her hair.
“What are you doing?”
“You look nice with your hair down, beautiful.”
She shakes her head, and the tresses fall over her shoulder. “It gets in the way at work.”
“You’re not at work now. And we’re not in your treatment room.”
I lean forward, and her gaze dips to my lips. “And you think that means we can make out?”
I run my fingertip down her cheekbone and over her chin and down her throat, tracing the smooth line of her jaw. She swallows hard, and her eyes dart to mine. There’s desire in her eyes and uncertainty, and I want to kiss that away and make her only feel desire.
“Can we?”
She doesn’t say anything as I tilt her head and press my lips to her jaw.
“Maybe,” she sighs.
I trail kisses across her neck and to the skin behind her earlobe. She tastes incredible, and she smells delicious, and her skin is hot and smooth and better than I remember.
“How about now? Can I kiss you now?”
My mouth moves slowly back to her throat and her jaw until I’m kissing the side of her lips.
“If we make out, it doesn’t mean I forgive you.” She murmurs the words against my lips.
“Of course.”
My mouth finds hers, and it’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. Our bodies move until we’re facing each other, and I reach for her as she reaches for me. Then my hands are in her hair and her hands are around my neck, and it feels so damn right.
Eleven years of waiting make me impatient, and I slide a hand up her top. She moans when I stroke her breasts.
“Just because I let you get to second base doesn’t mean I forgive you, Logan.” She moans it into my mouth at the same time as she angles her chest forward so her breast fills my palm and my finger strums her nipple.
I’m hard as a rock thinking of what I want to do to Savanna, but this is not about me. Maybe if I give her a hundred orgasms, she’ll remember why we’re good together.
“How about third base?”
My hand slides over her yoga pants, and I cup her hot mound. The fabric is damp, and her tangy scent fills my nostrils. Savanna moans, and I apply a little more pressure.
“I like it.” She pants the words as my hand slides between her legs. “But you’re still not forgiven.”
“Then I’ll have to work harder.”
I slide my thumbs into the top of her waistband and tug her yoga pants down.
She lifts her butt off the sofa, and I take her panties off at the same time.
She gasps as I slide to my knees on the floor in front of her.
Savanna’s panties and yoga pants are around her knees, and I pause here to run my hands up her thighs and kiss her soft skin.
My hands slide around the back and I cup her perfect ass cheeks in my palms.
“Ah, there’s my peaches.”
She chuckles, a soft, throaty sound. “They’ve grown bigger since you last held them.”
“Bigger and better.”
I slide my hands back down her thighs and continue taking her pants and panties off. I pull them off her ankles, then nestle between her thighs.
Savanna looks down at me with hooded eyes. I keep my eyes on hers as I slowly kiss up her inner thigh.
“Doing this won’t earn my forgiveness, Logan.”
I kiss her skin and trail my fingers higher. “So you’re going to use me for orgasms?” My finger reaches the apex of her thighs, and she sucks in a breath.
“Yes.”
She’s a woman who isn’t afraid to take what she wants, and that is hot as fuck.
“Use me any way you like, Peaches, and then discard me if you want. I’m yours to do what you want with.”
My hand cups her mound, and she moans. Her head tilts back, and she angles her hips toward me.
“Then stop talking and kiss me where I need to be kissed.”
Fuck. This version of Savanna–a confident woman who knows what she wants–is beyond anything I ever imagined. I’m hard as a rod, and the view from between her legs is spectacular.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I dip my head between her thighs and do as commanded.
Savanna bucks her hips at the first contact, and I hold her in place as I press my lips to her most sensitive places.
She tastes as good as I remember, and her scent drives me wild.
I want to take it slowly, but she tangles her hands in my hair and pulls me toward her.
I kiss slowly and lick hard, working her into a frenzy. Her cries fill my ears, and I’ve missed that sound so much. I lap at her hard nub until her body quivers and her release coats my tongue. When she stops shaking, I start up again. If this is how I earn forgiveness, then I’m here for it.
I draw her to orgasm over and over again until her legs are floppy and she’s forgotten to be mad at me.
Only then do I stand up and wipe her juice from my chin. I find the bathroom and come back with a warm washcloth to wipe her sticky thighs.
She’s sleepy as I help her back into her yoga pants.
“Come on, Peaches. I’ll put you to bed.”
I follow her into the bedroom and pull down the sheets. I want her to invite me in, but we’re not there yet.
“Don’t think this means anything, Logan,” she says as she climbs between the sheets. “You’re not forgiven.”
I pull the covers up to her chin, and Panda jumps onto the bed, taking what should be my spot in the space next to her. He glares up at me, sticks his leg in the air and begins to lick his asshole. Damn cat’s giving me a warning too.
“I can never change what happened, Savanna, but I hope I can make your life better now.”
She gives me a sleepy scowl. “You can make it better with more orgasms like that, but don’t get any ideas. I trust you with my body, Logan, but I’ll never trust you with my heart again.”
I leave her in bed with her words ringing in my ears. I should be happy. The woman I love has given me her body, but it’s her heart I want, and that’s going to be harder to claim.