Chapter Twenty-Five
LOGAN
My surgical precision and hand-eye coordination were great for many things besides operating. Decorating cookies, however, was definitively not on that list. Even the girls giggled at the lopsided, ghastly faces I attempted to draw on the gingerbread men with icing.
Yet, the day was nothing short of incredible. It had been years since I’d experienced a Christmas that felt so special. For so long, I’d let the day pass by as if it were any other.
After the cookies, we spent the afternoon watching children's Christmas movies. Evelyn had thoughtfully selected films with simultaneous sign language translation.
That night, as I put them to bed, Aurora spent a long while recounting her day.
I still struggled with sign language, but somehow, we were managing to hold a conversation.
With Anna, however, things remained difficult.
As soon as I tucked her in, she turned onto her side and closed her eyes, pointedly ignoring the kiss I placed on her cheek.
Once Aurora’s eyes grew heavy with sleep, I adjusted her covers, kissed her forehead, and whispered goodnight. Then I left for my own room.
Evelyn was already in her pajamas, sitting on the bed and scrolling through her phone. She set it aside the moment I entered.
“Anna still hates me,” I announced, sinking onto the mattress beside her.
She laughed. “Stop being dramatic. She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yes, she does,” I insisted, the frustration evident in my voice. “Is it terribly immature of me to want her to like me so much?”
“No, it’s not. I know material things can’t buy affection, but your kindness—rushing out on Christmas Eve to get those bikes in their favorite colors—that certainly earned you some points.”
“Oh, but that wasn’t me,” I countered with a wry smile. “That damn Santa Claus got all the credit.”
“Someday they’ll know it was you. But like I said, the gifts are the least of it.
Anna is stubborn and proud… too much for someone so small…
but she’s softening toward you.” She brought her hand to my face, her touch gentle, and I met her gaze.
“Maybe it’s not just her. You’ve surprised me in the best way, Dr. Logan Turner. ”
“Maybe because your first impression of me was the worst possible.”
“Actually,” she said, a playful glint in her eye, “my first impression was two weeks earlier, at Camila and Michael’s wedding.”
“Oh, really? And what was it?”
“You know exactly what it was. It shouldn’t be news to you. Especially since I have a thing for doctors…”
“I know… because of that silly TV show you like…”
She immediately became serious, as if I’d committed a grave personal offense. “Grey’s Anatomy is not a ‘silly show.’ It’s the best medical series of all time. You should watch it.”
I laughed, keeping to myself the fact that there was no way I’d waste my time on it. But I couldn’t deny how endearing I found her irritated expression.
I closed the distance, bringing my lips to hers. Evelyn surrendered completely to the kiss. Her hands fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer with a desperate urgency. And I, too, gave in completely to the desire that consumed us.
I pulled back just enough to undress her, my mouth finding hers again in a desperate kiss. She tore at my shirt, her hands sliding down my chest, mapping the planes of muscle as I leaned over her, covering her body with mine on the mattress.
Soon, she was naked except for her panties. I broke the kiss, my eyes drinking her in, worshipping every curve.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed, the words a reverent truth.
Her gaze was a tangible caress, trailing over my abs, chest, and arms, her fingers following the same provocative path.
“I told you we weren’t going to have sex, Logan…” she murmured, her voice husky. “But maybe I changed my mind.”
“Maybe?” I teased, lowering my head to nuzzle her neck.
“Perhaps…”
“Let me know the moment you’re sure,” I whispered against her skin. “Or the instant you want me to stop.”
I reclaimed her mouth before trailing my lips and tongue down her chin, to her earlobe, and along the column of her neck. A soft moan escaped her, a sound of pure surrender that sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through me. I could feel myself growing harder, painfully so, beneath my pants.
“Do you want me to stop here, beautiful?” I asked, my breath hot on her sensitive skin.
“No… Don’t stop, Logan… Please…” she begged, arching into me.
I obeyed without hesitation. I continued my descent, my mouth finding the lush swell of her breasts.
I cupped one, my thumb circling its peak while my tongue flicked over the other.
Evelyn gasped, her hands flying to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pressed me closer.
I took the hint, drawing her nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she was writhing.
“Logan…” she moaned, my name a prayer. “Don’t stop, please…”
“You said you were in doubt…” I reminded her, my voice a low rumble against her skin.
“Forget what I said, just… please…” Her plea ended in a sharp cry as I sucked harder. “Just… don’t stop.”
But I did stop, pulling away just enough to draw a sound of pure protest from her lips. I smiled; I had something better in mind.
I hooked my fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs.
Then I slipped my arms under her knees, lifting her legs to rest over my shoulders.
Cradling her hips, I lowered my head and slowly ran my tongue through her slick heat.
She was already wet, more than ready. Her moan was the most delicious sound I’d ever heard.
I traced her folds with the tip of my tongue, and her hips lifted off the mattress.
“More, Logan… More, please… More…” she chanted, her voice breaking on each word.
“You want more? You like that?” I delved deeper, penetrating her with my tongue, and watched her body bow with pleasure.
I continued tasting her, savoring her essence and the symphony of her moans, which grew louder, more frantic, as I focused on her clit, flicking and circling before drawing it into my mouth to suck gently.
Her whispered pleas became incoherent, a litany of gasps and sighs until she cried out my name one last time. Every muscle in her body tensed and then released in a powerful wave as she came apart beneath my mouth.
I gently lowered her legs back to the mattress and stood, retrieving a condom from my wallet. I held it up, my eyebrow arched as she watched me, her chest still heaving.
“So… will we be needing this?” I teased. “Or are you still in doubt?”
A slow, sated smile spread across her face. “I think you’ve successfully eliminated all my doubts.”
Smiling, I finally shed the rest of my clothes.
The way her eyes darkened as they raked over my hardened length left no room for uncertainty.
I sheathed myself and returned to bed, settling between her legs.
I paused, looking deep into her eyes, losing myself in that connection for a long, breathless moment.
It was an intimacy I’d never bothered to find with anyone else.
I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her yielding to me, inch by exquisite inch. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as I filled her completely. I held still, memorizing the look of pure ecstasy on her face, before I began to move.
My thrusts started slow and deep. My mouth was everywhere—kissing the curve of her neck, her jaw, her lips—while my hands occupied her breasts, her hips, her ass. I couldn't get enough of her. Her own hands were just as greedy, her nails scoring my back, her fingers gripping my shoulders.
I gradually increased my pace, and her hips rose to meet mine, each thrust a demand for more. Her moans mingled with the guttural sounds tearing from my own throat. I held back my own climax, waiting, until I felt the telltale tension coiling in her body, signaling she was close.
Then, we fell over the edge together.
It was just the first time that night.