He was kissing her before he could stop himself. Her lips were soft against his, and she tasted like coffee. Breakfast might forever give him a hard-on now. Small price to pay for having another shot at Tori in his arms.
Logan knew the smart thing to do was sit down, eat waffles, and talk about their feelings.
Fuck that shit. He wasn’t waiting a minute more to show Tori what was in his heart.
Besides, his words were always getting twisted up. But when he kissed her yesterday—and touched her today, or anytime—it was like all the pieces fell together.
He had to trust that she’d feel it too.
With a little sigh, she opened for him, and he delved deeper, showing her how much he wanted her before back off again. His lips never stopped moving against hers, though, tasting and sipping. Teasing a little. They had all the time in the world, and he was going to take his damn time in loving her the way she deserved.
She was soft and smooth beneath his touch as he began a delicate, careful exploration of her skin. Her chest rose and fell as he traced his fingertips up her thighs and around the sweet swell of her hips. Her waist fit perfectly in his cupped hands, and when she hitched her legs around his hips and pulled him in, he knew they weren’t going to stop until she screamed his name.
How had he kept his feelings a secret for so long? How had he almost let her marry someone else? He was damn lucky, and never again would he let himself be blind to how potent their connection was. Now that he’d stormed through the brick wall around his desire for her, it was madness to think about retreating.
His fingers hooked under the fabric of her tank, and they both froze. “May I?” he asked, his voice raw. She nodded, her hair brushing against his face as they looked down together and he peeled the fabric up.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t already imagined her breasts a million times before. Seen them up close in his peripheral vision. Felt them pressed against him.
But this was the first time it was okay. This was the first time he’d be allowed to cup them and taste them, and his cock was throbbing at the promise.
His fingertips found them first as he worked the snug, thin fabric up her torso. A soft crease of skin, then warm, swollen curves. He twisted his wrists around and went palm-first under her shirt, suddenly desperate for the heavy flesh to fill his hands.
Two things happened at once. He found Tori’s nipples, firm buds that sent an almost painful jolt through his core, and she slid to the edge of the counter, finding his erection between her legs.
And that was just about enough of so-called kissing that Logan could handle.
“Come back to bed with me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let me take you to my bed, Tor.” He was pleading now, rocking hard against her as she sucked on his lower lip and writhed against his touch under her shirt.
But damn it, if he didn’t get her horizontal, he was going to end up fucking here right there in the kitchenette, and that wasn’t how it was going to be their first time.
Maybe their second or third, after breakfast.
“Tori,” Logan ground out, and she tried to drag herself out of the kiss long enough to think about what he’d just said.
Oh right, his room. She nodded. “Yes.”
Then she was in the air, his hands under her bottom, and he was carrying her to his bed. The blankets were shoved to the bottom of it, the sheets still warm from where he slept on them, and she only had a split-second to process all of that before he was on top of her again, crowding her into the mattress.
Yes. She wanted him on top of her, big and heavy and real.
This was happening. Holy crap. She and Logan were making out in his bed. Half-way to naked and it felt totally right.
This time, their kisses were harder. Deeper. She couldn’t stop touching him, and every time she hit the waistband of his shorts, she nudged them a touch lower. Edged her fingers inside and stroked new-to-her Logan skin.
A hot thrill chased through her as he mimicked her movements, rubbing his knuckles along the elastic of her panties inside her sleep shorts.
“Is this okay?”
She registered his touch first, then his words. Everything was happening a beat before she knew it, like she was underwater.
Was your first time with someone supposed to be perfect? Didn’t that set the bar too high? And they hadn’t even gotten all the way naked yet.
She arched her hips, rolling her mound against his questing fingers. “Please.”