Chapter 23

Logan

“I’m pregnant,” Katie repeated it.

I didn’t let go of her, couldn’t quit touching her, but thoughts rushed through my mind, whipping in and out too fast to grasp. Pregnant. She’s pregnant.

“You’re the father,” she continued, “just in case that isn’t clear. I only found out today. Here, wait.” She fumbled in her bag, which was still slung over one of her shoulders, and brought out a thick envelope. “Here, this is the picture. I— God, I’m doing this all wrong. These are the sonogram pictures.”

I took the envelope from her and slowly opened it. I drew out two images, both black and white, and containing the outline of what looked to be a bean.

“That’s the baby,” she said and tapped the image. “I think. It’s really small still, obviously.”

I held the picture in both hands, then switched to the second. It was slightly different, but still with the same bean-looking part in the middle. A baby. My baby. In the woman I love.

“I know this is a huge shock,” Katie said. “It was for me too, but I think it’s because of the night when I was kidnapped. I didn’t take my pill that night, and we had sex the next day. The thing is, even then the chances should have been really slim.”

Meant to be—that was what I’d said, and it was goddamn true. This was meant to be. This woman, this gorgeous, perfect woman, was meant to carry my child and be mine.

“I want you to know that I only found out today, this morning to be exact, and my friend got me a rushed meeting with an OB-GYN. I was going to call you right after I told Mom. Okay?” She squeezed my arm and I lifted my gaze from the picture of our baby to her face.

Those sapphire eyes were moist, and worry wrinkled her usually smooth brow. One day, far in the future, those wrinkles would stay, and I’d love them as much as I did now. Christ, what had happened to me?

I’d gone from the man who didn’t want to feel anything for anyone, to the man who couldn’t picture my life without this woman and the child growing inside her.

“You don’t have to be involved,” she said. “I mean, you can be as involved as you want to be.”

“Katie.” She quit squirming and talking and looked into my eyes. “Involved as I want to be?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“What if I want to be incredibly involved?”

She held her breath but didn’t reply.

“You’re telling me I’m the father of your child, and I’m telling you that I love you.”

“Yes, but I figured you might change your mind once you found out—”

I put the pictures on the coffee table, then took her hand in mine and tugged her a little closer. “Tell me you don’t love me, woman. Say it to my face.”

“What? No!”

“Why?”

“Because I— I—”

“You do love me,” I replied, with so much certainty that she blushed. “If it’s true, say it.”

“I love you,” she whispered. “Though, I don’t know how it can be possible after such a short time. Logan, I couldn’t do anything but think of you for the past six weeks, and it scared the hell out of me.”

“You don’t need to be scared when I’m around,” I said and drew her into my arms. Fuck, hugging her was like drinking water after dying of thirst. I fucking drowned in her scent.

“I know,” she whispered. “I always felt safe with you.”

I kissed her forehead, then either eyelid, the tip of her nose, her mouth, and moved onto her collarbone. She moaned and her head fell back, eyes closed. “Logan,” she whispered, “it’s been so long.”

“So long,” I agreed and worked off the cardigan she’d had on. Her nipples pressed against the silk of the camisole she wore underneath. No bra. Fuck, I was in trouble here. She’d always been my kryptonite.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I want to be a part of your life. I want to be a part of our baby’s life.”

“God.” She leaned back further and I dragged the straps of her camisole down and exposed those perfect breasts. I’d missed them. They’d been the object of my fantasies for the past six weeks, these tits.

Fuck, I’d love to bury my cock between them, fuck that soft flesh and come all over her face, but now wasn’t the time.

I lowered Katie to the sofa, and she stared up at me, desire brimming from her. She needed this as much as I did. She reached between her legs and rubbed her palm against her jeans, groaning.

I ripped my shirt off, and then my pants, and brought out my cock and stroked it a couple times as I watched her. Precum dribbled from the tip and she lurched up from the sofa again, took the tip of my dick in her mouth, and sucked.

“Katie—”

“I’ve always wanted to taste you,” she said, her lips moving against my skin. “I want this.”

“You can have whatever you like, gorgeous.”

She dragged her tongue around the ridge of my head, dipped it underneath, then took as much of it into her mouth as possible. She slid halfway down my dick, then gagged.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and smoothed her hair back from her face. “Fuck, Katie, that’s good.”

She dragged her lips back, my cock so thick in her mouth she struggled, then dove back down again, and gagged. She popped off the end and sighed, “You taste so good.” She continued, tasting, probing, sucking and genuinely driving me wild with her lips, her tongue. Christ, I couldn’t take much more of this.

“Wait,” I said.

Katie didn’t stop. She picked up the pace, her spit dripping down her chin now, her gaze fixed on mine. She wanted me to come in her mouth, but that wasn’t how tonight would go. I took her by the chin, gently, and brought her off my dick.

“I’m going to finish inside you,” I said. “And I’m going to make you come first. Lie down.”

She did as I’d commanded, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, gasping. “God, they’re sensitive,” she said.

I made a mental note of it as I undid her jeans and slid them from those creamy, white thighs. She had a pair of lacy hot pants on. I slid those off too, my dick throbbing to be inside her now.

“Fuck,” I growled. Her pussy lips were so fucking swollen and wet already, so ready for me to plunge inside her.

I didn’t. Instead, I lowered myself beside the sofa, and tasted her, pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger. “That’s my girl,” I said. “My woman. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to shatter.”

She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. It made me want to torture her a little before she came to climax. I blew on her clit, pulling the hood back and exposing that sweet bud.

“Logan,” she said and pulled again. “Baby, please. That’s not fair.”

“Massage your tits while I do this,” I replied, tone brooking no argument.

Katie massaged and moaned, grinding her hips and that curvy, heart-shaped ass into the sofa cushions. Her cunt had already produced so much fucking wetness that it dribbled between her legs and to her tight asshole.

I bent my head and licked her lips. I swirled my tongue between them, collected her juices, and then pushed them over her clit and toyed with it.

“That’s too good,” she gasped. “Too good.”

“Don’t stop playing with yourself,” I grunted.

I worked her pussy with two fingers and focused my tongue on her clit, eating her, fucking devouring her until she broke apart. Her back arched, her fingers dug into the meat of her breasts, and she tilted her head back and jammed through her climax.

Finally, she sank back to the sofa cushions, whimpering. “That was so good.”

I gave her one last lick, then kissed my way up her body. It was good, and it certainly wasn’t over yet.