Why hadn’t I looked for him?
What had happened to him?
Where had he been?
Did his disappearance have something to do with the Blue Hill Gang?
It must have, and the thought sickened me.
The bed dipped, and I was surprised I hadn’t heard the creaking of the floor. Logan crawled up to the top of the bed and lifted the sheet. “Come here,” he beckoned.
My skin tingled and I didn’t hesitate to join him under the safety of the soft fabric. “Logan, are you okay?” I asked, still wondering and still worried.
Without hesitation he scooped me in his arms and kissed my head. “I am now. I just need to feel you for a little while, just like this.”
He kissed me again.
And again.
And one more time before he pressed my head to him.
I stayed like that for a long while, and then I couldn’t stand it any longer and lifted slightly to look at him. It was dark and all I could see were shadows of his face. His hair was gone and even without it he was breathtaking, or maybe without it he was even more breathtaking. I couldn’t tell, nor did it matter. All that mattered was that he was here with me. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
His head began to shake. “Shhh . . . no more talking about it right now, please.” The tremble in his voice told me just how wrecked he was. Not one to cry, his emotional outlet came in different forms, and right now I knew that form was me.
I straddled him and ran my palms over his now short hair, and then I found his face and his mouth with my lips and kissed him all over. I found myself whispering to him in the dark. “I need you so much, Logan.”
He was silent but his hands roamed my body, pulling my shirt off, and then tugging my jeans down.
Naked on top of him, I couldn’t stop kissing him. I needed to feel him against my lips to believe this was real.
His hands found my slick flesh, already wet for him, and his fingers teased the folds of my clit. Soft. Gentle.
Slowly, I lifted his T-shirt over his head.
His fingers continued to tease me and I reveled in how good it felt.
Through the material of his sweatpants I could feel his cock swell, and I slid down his body so I could kiss him there too.
My lips left wet marks on the fabric all along his hardness, and then I pulled down his sweatpants and kissed the bare skin of his cock. My hands and my mouth worked in tandem down its length to his balls, and back up. When I took him in my mouth, he made a mewing sound like he was home, and everything came crashing down all around me. The enormity of our time apart felt like a weight I couldn’t bear. I needed to see him. To hear him tell me how he felt with his eyes and his mouth.
Abruptly, I stopped what I was doing and crawled up the bed to turn the light on. When I did, I knew immediately why he hadn’t wanted me to shower with him and why he’d closed the blinds.
“Oh my God, Logan,” I gasped.
He reached for the light. “Turn it off, Elle.”
I shook my head. “No, tell me what happened. Where did you get all of these bruises?”
Logan reached for me and rolled us over so he was hovering over me. “I didn’t want to do this now,” he sighed. “I was pulled over and detained by some cops who I’m pretty certain are on Patrick Flannigan’s payroll.”
I gasped. “Why?”
“For Agent Blanchet and her task force, although she claims she knew nothing of my extended stay and poor treatment while there.”
The squeak that left my throat was completely incomprehensible. “Treatment. Oh, my God. Logan. Are you sure you’re okay? Should we take you to the emergency room?”
He smoothed my hair. “I’m fine. I really am. And I told you, I’ll tell you everything, just please, not now. I just can’t think about it right now. I just want to be with you.”
I believed him and I understood. I wanted to be with him too. I wanted to touch him. To feel him. Every beautiful inch of him. “Turn the light off,” I told him.
There was no hesitation in his compliance.
“Logan,” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Talk to me.”
“Please, Elle, not right now.”
“No, not about what happened to you. Tell me how you feel about me?”
He fell back onto the mattress with a sigh that sounded so erotic it made my own body tremble. “That’s easy,” he said. “Ever since I met you, you’re all I can think about. It’s like you’re the air that I need to breathe. The reason my heart beats. Being with you makes me feel like everything in this fucked-up world we live in is right side up instead of upside down.”
“Oh, Logan, I feel the same way. I was so lost without you this past weekend.”
He sucked in a breath that I knew was one of guilt.
I didn’t want him to feel that way. I wanted to make him feel good. To relieve the suffering. I went farther. “What do you feel when you kiss me?”
“Like you’re the universe giving me what I need.”