TWENTY-ONE
LOGAN
Todd’s chestrises and falls beneath my cheek, his skin still damp with sweat, his breath warm against my temple.
I should move or say something cocky or dumb to break the silence. But I don’t.
I just lie there, draped half across him, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his ribs as though I have the right to. And I’m not already addicted to the way he smells right now—sex and skin andmine.
I shift just enough to press a kiss to his shoulder. Then one to the curve of his throat. Then another, just below his jaw.
I can’t stop.
He moves just enough to glance at me, lips twitching. “You know, for a guy who swore he wasn’t looking for serious, you sure do cling like it’s your job.”
I don’t even pretend to be offended. I just tighten my arm around his waist and bury my face against his chest.
“You smell too fucking good to let go,” I mutter.
He snorts, but he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t try to escapethe way I’ve practically wrapped myself around him like some overgrown heat-seeking blanket.
“Uh huh,” he says, amusement thick in his voice. “Should I be worried I’m going to wake up handcuffed to the bed?”
I grin against his skin. “Only if you’re lucky.”
His laugh rumbles beneath my cheek, and I swear, the sound settles something wild in me. I keep my hand splayed against his ribs, thumb brushing the edge of his skin, unable to get enough of the feel of him.
Maybe I’m breaking all my own rules.
But if he pulls away or it blows up in my face, I guess that’s the price I’m willing to pay for this moment right here. I stay exactly where I am, half on top of him, face buried against his chest.
Todd shifts just slightly, angling his chin down enough to press a kiss to the top of my head. His fingers curl at the base of my neck, holding me to him. And it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“I like this,” he murmurs. “Us. Like this.”
Instead of answering, I press a kiss to the curve of his shoulder, then another just below his jaw. I trail my mouth slowly up his throat, savoring every inch of skin, until he shivers beneath me and tilts his head, giving me more.
I don’t say a word. But I don’t have to. Every touch says it for me.
Todd lets out a breath that catches halfway, and when I finally reach his lips, he kisses me like he already knows the things I won’t say out loud.
I could stay like this forever.
Wrapped around him. Wrappedinhim.
But when I break the kiss and meet his gaze, Todd’s grinning.
“What?” I ask, brushing my thumb across his bottom lip.
His blue eyes sparkle. “For a guy whose profile said he wasn’t looking for serious, you’re doing a terrible job.”
I snort, trying to hide the sudden flutter in my chest. “Youreadmy profile?”
“I memorized it,” he says, smug. “And nowhere did it sayoctopus-level clinginess included.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, even as I nuzzle closer.
He laughs, soft and full of heat, and drapes his arm more securely around me like he’s not letting me go anytime soon.
