Crush(81)

His lips sought my forehead, slid down my temple, eased over to my ear. “Later, can we talk about it later?”

I threw my head back in answer so he could kiss down my neck.

Soft, velvety-smooth lips grazed my skin and left wetness in their wake. As they grazed back up, butterflies swarmed my belly and it felt like they might escape.

When his mouth found mine, he sighed, and his arms went around me as tightly as they could. “I should take a shower.”

“I’ll come with you,” I offered. I just couldn’t bear to be without him.

He shook his head. “I’ll only be five minutes.”

I started to protest, but his finger brushed my lips in the most soft and sensual way so that I knew it wasn’t rejection. But what was it? We’d never been shy about getting naked in front of each other. And for that matter we’d never really cared where we f*cked. On the floor, on a table, on the couch, or against the shower wall, unless we were making love; then Logan preferred to be in the bed.

All sense in my mind was gone. Completely demolished by the events that had taken place, and his refusal to allow me to join him made my stomach twist. It was evident something was going on in his head and that didn’t soothe me in the least.

Logan kissed me deeply before he got to his feet. I touched my lips with my fingertips and felt them tingling where his lips had just been. Once standing, he walked over to the open blinds and closed them. Before he left the room to shower in the hall bathroom, he grabbed some clothes out of his drawer.

While he was gone, I settled on the bed and leaned my head against the pillows. The last few days had been a roller coaster of emotions. In the dark of the room, I reflected on my actions and chastised my behavior.

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?”