“You could have said no,” Matt clarifies. He holds up a hand to stop me when I open my mouth to talk. “Paul was just trying to protect him. He’s never brought a girl home before. Not one he really likes.”
“I’m the first one he won’t sleep with, I guess,” I murmur, more to myself than to him.
Matt nods. “Yes, you are. That means you’re special.” He tweaks my nose as he walks by and I make a face at him. He has cancer. I can’t be mad at him. Particularly not when he’s being so sweet. He turns back to face me. “He’s never wanted something real with a girl. Give him time to explore it before you start expecting more from him.”
“That’s just it,” I argue. “I don’t expect anything.”
“Yes, you do.” He looks sorry for me, and it pisses me off.
“Apparently, I’m the only girl in the city of New York that he won’t sleep with.” I harrumph like a two year old who just dropped her ice cream.
“I can’t believe I’m discussing my brother’s lack of sexual appetite with his girlfriend,” Matt mutters.
“I’m not his girlfriend.”
“Oh, honey,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re his first girlfriend.”
I turn to look toward Logan’s room. I don’t know what to do.
“Don’t fuck with him,” Matt warns. He’s suddenly very direct. And the intensity in his face is almost scary. “And don’t break his heart.”
“He’d have to love me for that to be an issue.”
Matt snorts. “You’re clueless, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Apparently,” I say.
Matt wraps my head in his arm and squeezes me against him, rubbing my head playfully with his knuckles. He stops and sniffs me. “You smell good,” he says. He laughs. “We don’t have much around here that smells good.”
“Thank you,” I grumble.
He pops me on the tail and points me toward Logan’s room. “Go talk to him,” he says.
I yelp and look back at him over my shoulder. I can’t believe he just did that.
“That was a ‘get your ass in the game’ smack. Not an ‘I want to see you naked’ smack,” he warns. I didn’t doubt what he meant.
“I don’t mess with Logan’s women,” he says. He told me that the first night.
“It’s a brother thing,” we both say at the same time.
Matt grins. “Exactly,” he says.
When I walk in Logan’s room, he’s laying back on the bed with his arm laid over his eyes. He doesn’t look up when I walk in, so I touch his knee. He uncovers his eyes and lifts his head, looking up at me. His blue eyes blink for a moment, and then he sits up. He tangles his fingers with mine and pulls me closer to him. “Don’t sleep on the couch,” he says.
“Matt says we should wake Paul up and let him sleep on the couch.”
Logan’s eyes get wider and he smiles. “I like that idea. But I would rather sleep with you any day.”
“You could have fooled me,” I spit out.
“What?” he asks. Could he not see my lips? Or did he not understand what I said?
“I was standing stark naked in front of you, Logan. And you didn’t have any interest in me.” I hold up a hand to stop him when he opens his mouth. “I get it. You don’t have feelings like that for me. It’s all right.”
Suddenly, Logan jerks my hand, rolling me gently onto the bed. His body covers mine, and his face is a breath away from me. “You think I don’t like you that way?” he asks. He’s looking into my face like he’ll find something he’s missing there.
“You laughed at me.”
“I laughed because the one girl I do want to fuck is naked in my room and I can’t have her!” he growls. “It’s like divine intervention.”
He wiggles a knee between my knees and kicks my legs open wider. He settles there between my thighs and rocks forward so that he presses against my panties. He’s hard. So hard.
“I was naked and you wouldn’t even look at me,” I start. I close my eyes.
“I didn’t want to disrespect you,” he says.
He rocks his hips against me again, and this time the length of him notches against my cleft. My breath catches.
“I want you so bad it hurts.” His voice is quiet, and harder to understand than it normally is.