Chapter Nineteen
Logan leads me back to his truck without another word.
He pulls down the tailgate, and I climb up. He disappears inside his cottage, only to reappear with a pillow and blankets.
He spreads the thick down comforter across the bed of the truck, and we sink onto it together.
Even though it’s hot, he pulls over us the light southwestern blanket patterned with squares of a cowboy riding a horse.
Stars litter the Texas sky, and I snuggle in next to Logan, our heads sharing the pillow.
“So beautiful,” I say softly.
“I agree,” he says.
I turn, and he’s looking at me. Not at the sky but at me.
Before I can speak, he leans in and brushes his lips over mine. Then, he pulls back slightly and ghosts my mouth with his.
He’s not even touching me, but I can feel his hot breath that smells like mint hit my lips, and he leaves me no room for thought.
He’s all I see. He’s all I feel. And that’s exactly what I need tonight.
“I know this doesn’t change anything between us going forward,” I say softly.
He pulls back a fraction of an inch so he can look at me. “Don’t overthink it.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this,” I say.
The hazel of his eyes darkens with lust. “I’m okay with it. We’re still on the same page, Mace.”
I look down at the ruby ring on my right ring finger and twist it around and around. My throat clogs with emotion.
“Last night, you wanted a fantasy.” Logan tips up my chin with his thumb. “What about tonight?”
“Are you taking requests?” I tease him.
“For you? Always.”
I bite my lip. “Make me forget,” I say simply. Okay, maybe not that simply because my voice cracks a bit on the last word.
Logan gives me a scrutinizing look. “Something’s going on, isn’t it? More than the accident, more than the hospital and the upcoming intervention.”
I can’t lie to Logan, but I can’t talk about it either. Because I’m scared of what I’ll see in his eyes when he learns what I’m about to give up. He’ll reflect the crushing feeling I’m afraid will bury me. And I can’t see that right now.
I put my hands flat on his chest, relaxing in the feel of his solid heartbeat against my palms.
“I’m being honest when I tell you I truly can’t talk about it. Not tonight.”
I expect him to fight me, but he surprises me by pressing his lips to my neck. “You want to forget all the darkness?” he murmurs against my skin.
I shiver at the feel of his hot, wet tongue. “Yes.”
“Take off your shorts,” he commands me. “Strip off all of your clothes, and I promise I’ll make you forget everything bad in this world.”
As soon as our clothes are off, Logan slides over me. His mouth latches onto my pebbled nipple so fast I cry out.
But as he shifts over to the other nipple, I start squirming.
