I needed fire. I wouldn’t settle for less and I hadn’t realized I needed it until Cole had showed me.
With his eyes still taking in my chest, Logan wet his lips and took a step back. He obviously didn’t trust himself to stay close to me, and I could see why as he continued to look at what was inside my bra like he wanted to see what they tasted like.
And then something Dani had teased me about popped to mind.
I grabbed Logan’s hand before he was out of reach. Pulling him back in a way that wasn’t quite gentle, I lifted his hand, splayed his fingers, and lowered it to my breast. I kept my hand over his and curled his fingers deep into me, to the point it was almost painful.
Logan shuddered before his fingers worked of their own accord, no longer needing my encouragement. They kneaded me almost frantically. It was so unexpected, so intense, my eyes closed as Logan’s hand continued to work over me.
I recognized the noise that slipped from my mouth as the same kind I’d made last night, but Logan’s mouth covered mine before it was finished. His tongue forced my mouth open, although it didn’t require much force. Shoving me onto my back, his weight held me to the mattress while one hand fisted into my hair and the other one continued its torturous assault on my breast.
My mind went blank. All manner of reason flew out the window as my body felt things it never had before from the body pinning me. I didn’t acknowledge that my boyfriend, who hadn’t so much as intentionally grazed me, was tugging on my nipple. I didn’t acknowledge that should his parents have come home early and gotten an eye full of us going at it on his mattress, we’d be in a whole heap of trouble. I didn’t even acknowledge that me making out with one man last night, only to be making out with a different one now, was wrong in every way wrong could be interpreted.
I just gave over to the need and the fire coursing through my body and hoped reason and consequences wouldn’t be around when I resurfaced.
It was a foolish thing to hope for, of course.
When Logan’s mouth left mine, I gasped when I felt where it had re-adhered to. My eyes were still shut, I couldn’t seem to open them, but when Logan’s tongue played with my nipple peaking through my bra, I tried opening them. I wanted to see his mouth on me, but my eyelids wouldn’t cooperate.
The way we were aligned, I could feel Logan hard against my thigh. Pressing my thigh harder against him, he made another noise with my nipple in his mouth and I felt quite certain I might die if I didn’t find some sort of release. After last night, and now this, I would lose it if I didn’t let my body go.
Adjusting myself below him, I didn’t stop moving until I felt his h*ps against mine. Pressing mine against his, I almost cried out when his hardness pressed into the thin material of my skirt, right between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed, moving against him slowly at first, but I was literally so close it didn’t take long before I wasn’t moving slowly anymore. His mouth still played an agonizing game with my nipple, sucking, flicking, and nipping at it. I probably could have found my release just from what he was doing with his mouth, but what was hard and pressed between my legs wasn’t hurting either.
Before I knew my hands were going there, my fingers worked at his zipper. I had it down and was just moving for the button when the body and mouth covering mine were gone. Almost immediately, my body got cold and reason made its way back in. I could finally open my eyes. When I did, the first thing I noticed was Logan still breathing heavily as he paced in front of the bed with his hands on his hips. He wouldn’t look at me, and I wasn’t sure if that was because he was ashamed, or if he was afraid that if he did look at me, we’d pick up right where we’d left off.
I sat up, adjusted my skirt, and waited.
“Okay,” Logan said to himself. “Okay.” He ran his hands through his hair and kept them there. “I’m sorry about that, Elle.”
“I’m not,” I said, almost defiantly.
Well, I hadn’t been. Right up until I opened my eyes.
Logan came to a stop and slowly let his eyes drift back to me. He was careful to keep them north of the neck. “I thought we were waiting until we were married.”
I didn’t like the way he was looking at me or the words that had just come out of his mouth. One minute ago Logan had been all but worshipping me, and now he was treating me like I was a hazard. That flame we’d lit a few minutes ago had just fizzled out.
All the way out.
“No. That was what you decided,” I said, keeping my eyes on his. I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t going to be the first to cave. I was done taking a backseat in my life.
His mouth opened, but no words came out. Clamping it shut, he inhaled and tried again. “But we made it this far. We’re so close to getting married,” he said, his words almost a plea.
Glaring at him, I stood. “That’s also something you decided on your own.”
Logan’s brows came together. I don’t think he would have been more shocked if I’d just slapped him across the face.
“Never mind,” I said, snatching my tank off the ground as I marched towards the door. “I’ve got to get to work.”
“Elle?” Logan sounded a little lost and a lot confused.
“Give me some space, Logan,” I barked back at him before jogging down the stairs.
I wasn’t really expecting him to listen to me; ordering Logan around in any kind of way was a new thing for me. When he didn’t chase me, I wasn’t sure whether to be happy he’d listened or disappointed he hadn’t thought me worthy of the chase.