Chapter Fourteen
Four weeks later
Tori upgradedher seat on the flight to San Diego to business class. The legroom was nice, the glass of wine was lovely, but being able to get off the plane first? Worth all the pennies.
She’d packed light, only bringing a carryon bag, and she sprinted through the terminal. Exit, exit, where’s the—
There it was. The automatic doors whooshed open and on the other side was Logan. Tall, happy. Waiting for her.
She flew through the crowds and launched herself into his arms. Somehow he managed to grab her and her little suitcase, and kiss her soundly as well.
“Missed you so much,” she whispered against his mouth.
He kissed her again, harder.
He held her until she was breathless, and then he led her to his car, where he kissed her again. Slower. Hotter. A promise of more to come, just as soon as they were truly alone.
The last time she’d visited him, years ago, she’d stayed at a hotel and mostly played tourist. He’d moved twice since then, and she found herself quite nervous as he drove them through downtown San Diego toward the bridge to Coronado.
She didn’t actually know what Logan’s apartment looked like. What his life here looked like.
He glanced across the car at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “Tired?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
“Nervous?”
“Yeah.” The truth just spilled out, no drama.
And his smile didn’t waver. “Me, too. This feels like a big deal.”
“Long distance is harder than I thought it would be,” she admitted. “So—”
The car in front of them slammed on the breaks, and Logan slowed down quickly.
Tori took a deep breath and laughed nervously. “Concentrate on driving. We can talk later.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“I know you can do both.”
He laughed. “It’s fine, Tor. We’re almost there. I’ve got food to cook for dinner, and a bottle of wine. It’s all good.”
They were almost there, too. Ten minutes later, he parked in front of a low apartment building and ushered her up the stairs. “A lot of military guys live here. I got my apartment from a guy who moved out when he got married.” He stopped on the second floor and pointed to his door. “That’s my place. And it’s got some romantic good luck attached to it. The previous tenant? He fell in love with his next-door neighbor.”
“Aww, that’s really sweet,” Tori said.
Logan put his key in the deadbolt and turned, pushing the door open. “Come here. You’re sweet, and I want another taste.”
She laughed and stepped inside, but as soon as the door closed behind her, the laughing stopped, and the kissing resumed. He pushed her up against the wall, his hands in her hair, his mouth on her lips. “See? Sweet,” he groaned. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
Everywhere he touched her burned. Everywhere he hadn’t yet touched her ached for the next lick of fire. She pulled at his clothes, needing him as much as he needed her.
He growled when he got her pants off and found her drenched, more than ready for him. “You want me to fuck you right here?”
She wrapped her hand around his erection and pulled them together, one of her legs wrapping high around his hips. “Yes. God damn it, yes.”
“Missed you,” he said again as he bent his knees, pushing up and into her as she braced back against the wall. “Love you. Need you. God, Tori. Yes. Just like—”
