Lee
TRYING TO TURN in my bed is no easy task. The covers are held firmly in place by Logan’s body as he’s lying on top of them. There’s something reassuring and sweet in the fact that he wanted to stay with me last night, but I also know he’ll be leaving me today. And when he does, I should stick to my guns and keep some distance between us. Having him around is torturous.
Logan Walker is not good for my health. He makes me have crazy, irrational thoughts. All about him. I woke during the night and found myself smiling as his hands were exactly where they are now, wrapped around my waist, holding me tight.
I finally stretch out, moving his hand, and open my eyes. The room is bright. It must be late morning.
“How are you feeling?”
His voice startles me; I thought he was still asleep.
I think for a minute. “Truthfully, I still feel crap.” I turn to face him. The sick feeling I had all day yesterday is still there, not as bad as it was, but still there nonetheless.
Our eyes meet and I gasp when I’m reminded of how hot he looks. I have to stop myself adding, ‘I feel so much better for seeing you.’
See, this is why I need to put some distance between us.
“Not good. So, do you feel up to eating?”
“God, no. I can’t face food now. I’ll see how I feel later.” At this moment, the thought of food has me feeling queasy, but that might be what’s wrong with me. I didn’t have much to eat yesterday at all. What with watching the game and then the riot that took place on the pitch, I was a bag of nerves. It’s no wonder I didn’t eat.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tucking a few loose strands behind my ear. Why did he do that? Now there’s a flutter in my stomach that doesn’t belong there. His eyes linger on me with a mixture of concern and something else that I can’t place.
I close my eyes briefly when his fingers trace softly down my cheek and stop at my mouth. Goosebumps spread across my skin. His eyes linger on my lips. He’s going to know my thoughts. As if he doesn’t know most of them already.
“I should get up and get out of your hair.” He climbs out of bed and walks around it, coming into full view. He’s standing before me in nothing but his boxers. Oh. My. God. Everything about him knocks me for six. The bare, well-toned chest that my eyes follow downward until I reach that perfect V. I can’t help it, my eyes dip a little lower for a split second, but long enough to see the erection bulging in his boxer shorts.
Bloody hell.
Lifting my eyes back up, I’m greeted with that damn smirk I know so well. The one that taunts me, even in my dreams.
“You don’t have to.” I cringe at the words that leave my mouth. It would seem I have no filter when it comes to Logan.
He leans down. His mouth is so close; I can feel his breath against my lips. No, we can’t kiss, not now. I need to go and at least freshen up, but if I do, the moment might be gone.
“So, you want me to stay?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Can I tell you something? I don’t want to go. Not yet.” Dare I ask what he wants to do? No, I shouldn’t. “Give me five.” He turns and walks away into my bathroom. That’s where I need to go. Pee, wash, and brush my teeth, all in that order.
This isn’t one of my better ideas, having him stay longer. I should tell him to leave. Tell him I’m tired and need to sleep. That’s what my mind says, but my body wants something completely different, as it always does when I’m around him.
If he was a normal guy, I would be questioning our relationship. Looking to take steps forward. Dating; that would be a natural progression. But this is Logan and he does sex, nothing more, and my body craves that but my heart longs for more.
If only life was simple. Like movies and books. Two people meet, fall in love then live happily ever after. Look at Jess. After all she’s been through this year, she’s happy and in love, and I know she’ll get her happily ever after with Fletcher.
They say a leopard can’t change its spots, but Fletcher has. His life has done a complete one-eighty and he’s a better man for it. Maybe Logan will change. I’m kidding myself if I think that. From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t want to change.
I’m startled when I look up to see him standing before me yet again. Completely preoccupied with my thoughts, I didn’t hear him leave the bathroom. I swear my jaw drops. How can one man look so fucking amazing in the morning?
There’s a cocky smirk on his face as he watches me getting all hot and bothered just by looking at him. He chuckles as I dart from the bed and enter my bathroom. Closing the door, I sag against it. My body slides down until I’m almost sitting on the floor. He has such an effect on me. My head is spinning in too many directions.
Damn you, Logan Walker. I never asked for you in my life. Why couldn’t I have said no that first night? My life would be uncomplicated if I had said one word, two little letters.
Get a grip, girl. I stand and slowly go about my business.
Pausing, I take a long hard look in the mirror, and I look like shit. I need a holiday in the sun. Some time to relax and unwind. I pull my brush through my hair and leave the bathroom.
Cheeky sod.
He’s climbed into bed, and not just under the cover he’d slept under. He’s under the duvet. “Make yourself at home.”
“Let’s not pretend. We both want the same thing.”
If I had any sense left in me I would get angry, but being angry with him for something we both want is laughable. What’s funnier is that I still want him, even though I feel so bad.
“We might,” I say, toying with him and walking closer to the bed. He doesn’t speak, just watches me intently. I’m a step away from the bed when he sits up, reaches out, grabs me, and pulls me into his arms. I laugh as I find myself on top of him. All I see is his cocky smile and wide eyes.
“You look so damn sexy when you pout.”
“When did I pout?”
“When you were watching me, trying to think of what to say to me in your bed. Don’t pretend. You and I both know that’s what you were thinking.”
I have no words. We’re nose-to-nose, and all I want to do is put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him hard. Take his breath away. Share a connection. Share another moment in time that I’ll remember long after he’s forgotten about me.
I sigh heavily and I’m sure he’s about to ask what’s wrong, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes my cheeks in his hands and does exactly what I wanted to do to him. He takes the lead, takes control as he always does in moments like this when I’m debating with myself if this is the right thing to do.
This time, I allow myself to express my feelings in the depth of the kiss. This time, I pour my heart into it, even though I’m sure he’s completely unaware.
We shift and the pace quickens with his demanding lips. I can taste the urgency. This kiss is intoxicating and he’s taking me on a whole new journey of discovery. This kiss is unexpected, yet I welcome it and the warmth that is spreading through my body.
We both pull away at the same time. I rest my forehead against his, our breaths heavy and still on the other’s lips. Emotions are getting the better of me and tears fill my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?
As if sensing something, he changes position and I find myself shrieking as he flips me onto my back and hovers above me, staring, trying to process if I’m okay.
“Lee . . .”
“Whatever you’re going to say, don’t, just kiss me again and make me feel.” I wrap my arms around him. He doesn’t waste a second before his lips descend on mine. For now, this is what I need. I’ll deal with the aftermath when he leaves.
“We both know I’ll make you feel amazing,” he says, sounding almost as breathless as I feel. I’m counting on that. He sits back on his heels and stares at me with a deep intensity that has me trying to second guess his thoughts. Logan Walker isn’t a man I can read, and I think that’s part of the growing attraction. There’s nothing predictable about him. Every time I’m with him, he takes my body on a journey I don’t want to end.
He pulls off my top and his eyes widen as he runs them over my half naked body. His jaw clenches, and the muscle at the corner of his mouth twitches as though he’s fighting the cocky smile I’m sure I’ll see any moment now.
He laughs, and there it is.
“Lee, I’m going to taste you then fuck you. I’m going to make you forget everything that’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours. I’m going to leave you breathless and wanting more. Then when I give in to you, because I’m sure I will, I’ll give you more and leave you so exhausted that your tired and aching body will fall into a deep sleep. And all you’ll dream about is me.”
I clench my thighs together as he continues to stare at me. Bloody hell, he’s good. Really good. Seducing me with words.
I’m done for.