Chloe
The words were stuck in my throat, still. I felt it – I loved him so bloody much – so why was it so hard to say? Well, maybe because I’d said I love you to eyes almost the same bright topaz as that before and look how that ended. Losing Jace was horrific. Even the thought of anything happening to Logan was torture.
And it was also hard because it had been two weeks since we got together and he hadn’t said it again yet. I should’ve just said it back then. He’d said it to me before though, and I didn’t want us to not have that connection.
I’d just wrapped a towel around myself when Logan – or I hoped Logan – knocked on the door. “Yeah?” I called.
He laughed. “It’s me, Chlo, no one else is here. Even the cleaner’s left for the night.” We’d just finished a pretty intense work out and it was Logan’s turn to lock up the gym.
I relaxed a little. “I’m just getting dressed.”
The door opened. “Why didn’t you say you were naked sooner?”
I flushed and shooed him. “Get out! This is the ladies’ changing room.”
“I know that,” he replied.
“Then get out. What if someone comes back in?”
“I locked the doors. No one’s here but us.” He stalked closer, breathing heavier, eyes on fire. “Drop the towel, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t quite sure if I was more turned on or more shocked. Probably equal measures of both.
“Sorry?” I spluttered. He wanted us to have sex in the changing room where he worked. Logan had that look in his eye again and my bones turned to mush. Gulping, I said, “Logan, we—”
With one little flick of his hand my towel dropped to the floor. A rush of cold air did nothing to cool me down under Logan’s hungry gaze. His breath blew across my face, covering my skin in goose bumps.
Oh, we are so having sex in the changing room where he works!
His eyes dropped, raking over every inch of my skin. I didn’t feel the urge to cover up. I wasn’t embarrassed. With Jace I had always changed quickly if it was in front of him. I was never this comfortable.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Chloe.”
“Do you always have to swear?”
“What can I say, you bring it out in me.” Enveloping me in his arms, he feathered kisses across my shoulder. “I’ve never felt every single emotion as strongly as I do with you. Whatever I feel, if it involves you, I feel it a thousand times over. I can’t get enough.” He worked his way up; kissing my skin so softly I barely felt it.
I arched my back and gripped his hips with trembling hands. “This really isn’t a time to go slow,” I said.
He flicked his tongue out, dipping into the crevice of my shoulder bone. Fuck! “Turned on, are we?”
“Don’t tease.”
He added his hands, gliding them over my hip and the back of my thighs. I reached for his jeans and managed to get them down in record time. I half expected him to stop me and really make me suffer before he gave us both what we needed.
His erection sprang free and I gripped it with my hand. Two could play his horrible, teasing game. Logan’s fingertips bit into my skin as I squeezed, rubbing my thumb over his sensitive tip.
“Shit,” he hissed, arching into my hand and slammed his mouth against mine in a rough, desperate kiss that made me forget my own sodding name.
My back hit the painted brick wall and I moaned into the kiss. Logan positioned himself between my legs and the friction was enough to send me to the place I loved most – the place where nothing else but me and him existed. Clawing his back, I nipped his bottom lip, earning a deep growl.
He sank inside me in one sharp thrust, causing us both to gasp. I loved when he first entered me; it was stimulation overload and almost drove me to madness.
“Logan,” I breathed against his lips as he picked up his relentless pace. It wasn’t slow and tender but it was exactly what we both needed and when we came together I thought I would pass out from the physical feeling and the emotion that went into it.
I placed my hand above his heart, feeling the thumping beat. He stared at me, those topaz eyes shining with love, pulling me under. I tightened my legs around his waist, scared that he was going to pull away soon. I needed him to hold me. My heart matched his, wild.
“I love you, Logan.”
He closed his eyes, mouth opened and he sucked in a shaky breath. It felt like an eternity before he opened his eyes again but when he did they were blistering. “Shit… You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.”
That was the oddest I love you, too but I’d take it. After all, it was so completely Logan.
Laughing quietly, I stroked my fingers through his hair. He looked as overwhelmed as I felt. I’d seen Logan struggle to control his emotions before but this time was different. This was happy. This time made my heart ache for him in a completely different way.
“We should probably go soon,” I said after we’d held each other for a while.
He didn’t say anything but very gently pulled out and set me on my feet. My legs were still boneless and if I wasn’t still floating I would’ve collapsed to the floor.
Logan zipped up his jeans and then helped me get dressed. He still hadn’t said anything and I was getting a little concerned. “Are you okay?” I asked, slipping on my shoes.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Really? You’ve not said anything in a long time and that’s sort of not like you. At all.”
“It’s just…” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Sometimes it’s too much and I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Oh,” I said in utter shock. Too much. I could identify with that. The way I felt about him was so consuming it took my breath away.
“Oh?” he asked, now smirking. Logan’s back. “You do have interesting reactions to me spilling my guts.”
“I told you I love you and your reply included two swear words and no mention of love.”
“Hmm, maybe we’re perfect for each other.”
We were.
“Yeah, maybe we are,” I said. “Want to go to dinner now? I’m starving.”
“Sure,” he replied, kissing my forehead, letting his lips linger on my skin long enough to make the ache I felt for him burst back to life.
He took my hand and led me through the empty gym, setting the alarm and locking the door behind us.
“Chloe,” he said once we reached his car.
“Uh huh?”
He bent his head, looking into my eyes. I knew what was coming next but nothing could prepare me for how amazing it felt. “I love you.”
“Logan, you have no fucking idea.”
He laughed and then pressed me against his car, kissing me until we could barely breathe.