“I want you to. But . . .” Logan struggled to find the words.
“But?”
“I’m really far gone.”
My brow pinched. “What—?” He pointed down, and my eyes dropped.Oh.
“This is why I never ask women what they want. It’s not because I don’t want to know, it’s because I’m worried you’ll—they’ll—be disappointed when I try to do it and can’t last.”
I worked to engage my rational brain. “So what if you can’t?”
Logan huffed a laugh. “Um, then it’s kind of over.”
“No, it’s not.” I pushed my hair from my face. “Did you ever think that you not lasting would actually be something I liked?”
He stared at me blankly. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“You being so turned on, you can’t touch me and not respond? That’s like . . . I don’t even know. Like crack for my brain.”
He laughed out loud. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Why? Because you’re supposed to be some sex God? Honestly, if a guy lasted too long, I’d wonder if there was something wrong with me.”
His expression sobered. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah. I’m serious.”
“So, you wouldn’t be disappointed?”
I shook my head. “Only if he rolled over and stopped there.”
“But if he didn’t . . .”
I chewed on my lower lip, debating how honest I was feeling. “Then I’d be a little worried about taking too long myself.”
He looked away, his brow furrowing. “Does it take long?”
My eyes widened, and I quickly schooled my expression. “You don’t know?”
He cleared his throat. “I’m just . . . I don’t know if I’ve ever done it right.”
I took the bottle from his hands. “Yeah. It can take a long time. Especially when you haven’t been together before.”
“Do you ever pretend?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Ever? Try every single time.”
He blinked. “You’re joking.”
I wished I was. “Not joking.”
He stepped closer, planting his hands on my hips. “No.” My breath caught. He shook his head, water droplets from his hair landing on my skin. “Don’t ever pretend with me, okay?”
“But what if I can’t?—”
“No, we’ll figure it out. How can I get better if I don’t know what I’m doing wrong?”
I thought of Bridet, the hockey artist at the dinner table.I’d honestly never thought about it that way before.“But, Logan, when I say alongtime?—”
