"The fact that you're terrified tells me everything."
"I've already hurt him. Three years without a father."
"That's not the same as violence."
He's quiet. Then: "Will you come Thursday?"
"Logan—"
"I know what I'm asking—custody battles, Jessica, a confused three-year-old. Jessica's bringing her life. I want to bring mine."
"Okay."
His head snaps up. "Really?"
"Really."
He reaches for me, hand cupping my face. His thumb traces my cheekbone and I lean into it.
"I thought I'd lost you," he says. "When you left the gala?—"
"I needed time."
"I know." His other hand frames my face. "I'm sorry. For the mess?—"
I stop him by pressing my mouth to his. The kiss starts soft, testing. Then his tongue touches mine and I grab his shirt, pulling him against me. I’m done with the distance.
He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him, my skirt riding up. His hands slide under the fabric, gripping my ass with his strong hands. I grind down and feel him already hard through his pants.
"Reese," he says against my mouth. "Can we?—"
"Yes." I pull back. "I hate the distance."
He stands, lifting me. In his bedroom, he sets me down but doesn't immediately reach for me.
He looks at me with a question in his eyes—making sure. I’m sure.
Instead of answering, I pull my shirt over my head. His eyes flash. I reach for the coffee stain on his shirt, touching the spot before working the buttons.
We undress each other slowly. When he unhooks my bra, his hands tremble. When I push his boxers down, his cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening.
On the bed, he covers me with his body, weight on his forearms. He pauses and looks in my eyes.
"What?" I ask.
"Making sure you're real."
“I’m real. Let me show you.”
I roll my hips up, his length sliding through my wetness, coating him. "Feel real enough?"
"Fuck." He drops his head to my shoulder. "You're soaking."
"Can’t help it."
He slides down my body, spreading my legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. The first touch of his tongue makes mearch off the bed. He groans against me, the vibration making me gasp.
"You taste incredible," he mutters.
