Reluctantly breaking away, I stare deeply into her eyes.
“Thank you for trusting me again,” I murmur. “You didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you did.” I place another gentle kiss on her lips.
She looks back at me, and for the first time, it feels like she might forgive me.
Chapter Thirty-Four
“As much as I really want to stay here in bed with you all day, I need to get Morgan home so I can feed him.” Logan kisses me on my shoulder before reluctantly rolling into a sitting position on the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. We have been lounging in bed for a while, but we really should start the day. I’m exercising extreme restraint not to pull him back under the covers with me. I don’t even recognize myself this morning; I’ve become insatiable for this man.
“We should get a bag of food that you can leave here for him. And a bowl and maybe some toys,” I suggest, leaning up on my elbows so I can watch him.
“Yeah?” He looks back over his shoulder at me, taut muscles rippling with the movement.
“Yeah.” Am I rushing? Maybe, but I’m finding it hard to care right now. “If you wait, I will get ready and come with you. Unless you have other plans, of course.” I’m exhausted after our night together, but I’m not ready to be away from him quite yet.
“That would be great. I can change at home, and we can grab breakfast at Maggie’s if that works for you.”
He rises from the bed and grabs one elbow with his opposite hand and stretches out the muscles in his shoulder and back,then repeats it on his opposite side before cracking his neck as he rolls it in a circle. Sitting up, I cross my legs so I can watch him. As he takes a couple of steps, I practically drool watching him bend down to scoop up his boxer briefs, pulling them on and adjusting his soft yet very impressive shaft, beneath the fabric. I could bounce quarters off the curves of his ass. Jesus. Looking up, I meet Logan’s eyes watching me.
“You checking out my butt, baby? Or, maybe there’s something else you are interested in?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively as he steps into the leg of his pants.
Shrugging with mock innocence, I say, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He faces me, pulling the pants up over his muscular legs with deliberate ease. Smirking, he winks knowingly.
“Excuse me, sir, you can’t be wearing those pants out in public,” I say, fanning myself with my hand, trying to suppress a giggle.
“Why? What’s wrong with them?” He narrows his eyes looking down at himself and back up to me.
“I can see your dick print from across the room and I’m finding it very distracting. If I can see it, then so can everyone else in town.”
“Oh.” I watch his cheeks flush, it’s cute. “I wear these in public all the time and nobody has said anything before.”
“Shocker, everyone is too busy checking you out. Next thing you know they will be saying you are a Magic Mike dancer instead of just Dancing with the Stars.” Wiggling my eyebrows I shimmy on the bed.
“You’re a brat.” He points his finger at me.
“I know, but you like it.” I shrug.
“I really do.” He nods his head and grins. “If I don’t leave this room right now, I may never go.”
“I wouldn’t complain about that.” Throwing myself back onto my pillow, I pull the blanket up over my head. Cool air surprises me as Logan removes the blanket and pulls me to the end of the bed by my ankles, arms raised above my head. “Hey.” I laugh as my feet hit the floor, and he pulls me up into a sitting position.
“Let’s go.” He gives me a quick kiss on my lips before leaving the room carrying his hoodie.
“Yes sir.” Giving a mock salute, I climb out of bed.
Pulling his discarded T-shirt over my head, I follow him into the kitchen. I wonder if he will notice if I keep this one. The other shirt I kept all those years ago is practically see-through I have wore it so much.
“What’s this?”
My eyes widen in horror as I watch him pause at the fridge and pull the pros and cons list off the door. Fuck my life, I will have to remember to thank Beck later for leaving it there. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it.
“Well, you see, I was having a bit of a crisis about our kiss and the potential future of our relationship, and it was suggested that I write a list.” I cringe as I fidget with the hem of his shirt.
“And this happened at your book club?” Leaning back against the counter, he crosses his ankles and looks at the list and back to me.
“Ummm, yes?” Groaning, I hide my face in my hands. This is mortifying. The last thing I want is for Logan to think I’m shallow and petty, but that’s how I was feeling then.
“And everyone gave input?” He clarifies as his eyes scan the coloured paper.
