“You want to?Still?”
“I’ve wanted you back onmyterms from week two.On any fucking terms I could get since week three or four.So yeah.”
Logan raised an eyebrow.“And yet, you still didn’t call.”
“No.Maybe my pride was too strong.”I held his gaze.“I want to now.Pride doesn’t keep either of us warm at night, or hug us when we’re sad.”
“God, I could use a fucking hug,” Logan muttered.
The Porsche’s console was in the way, but I reached across as best I could, and Logan leaned toward me.He thumped his forehead on my shoulder, and I grabbed him.He was still the same solid, muscular man in my arms.His hair smelled the same when I buried my nose in it.He clung to me like he was drowning, and I blinked my stinging eyes.
After a moment, Logan pulled back and looked up at me, his dark lashes damp.I put a hand under his chin.“Can I?”
His lips parted.“God, yes.”
I bent and kissed him, still squished and awkward with that hunk of plastic between us, and yet that kiss was the best thing I’d felt in a long, cold year.Logan threaded his hands into my hair, pulling me down, his grip almost painful in its intensity.I wanted that, wanted to give him everything I had, everything I was.I opened my mouth for the demands of his tongue.He groaned and put a knee up on the seat to get closer, tipping my head back.All my senses blended in the whirlwind of that kiss.
By the time Logan thumped back down into his seat, I was achingly hard.“Fuck, I need you, but Avery’s at my place and your roommate’s home.”
“You have a backseat.”
“I’m too fucking big for backseat sex.”I cupped the back of Logan’s head and hauled him toward me for another kiss.“Hotel room?”
I felt a shudder go through him but heard the hesitation in the stutter of his breath, before he said, “Yes.Right the fuck now.”
“Or a motel.I can get the room, you can sneak in.”I swore I wasn’t going to push.I’d do the damned hiding for the next five years, if Logan wanted to.
“No.”Logan reached across the console into my lap and squeezed my dick, drawing a gasp from me.
“Fuck.No fair,” I muttered.
He slid his hand up and stroked my neck, then gave my stubbled cheek a little slap.“I’m not hiding anymore.I may not want to come out with speeches and parades, but I will fucking walk into a hotel with you and not be ashamed.Or afraid.At least, I’ll try.”
I caught his hand and kissed his fingers, then clutched them in my own.“The Royal’s pretty discreet.It’s where my teammates stay when they visit me, and they haven’t had issues with the paps.”The Royal was as high-end as Eugene got.
Logan bit his lip.“I bet the beds are nice too.”
“Probably.You’re going to let me pay for the room, right?”
“I’m not a fool.I’m going to let you pay for a bunch of things.”He grinned, only a little twisted.“Not everything.You still need to check in with me.But I’m not going to have sex in a roach motel just because it fits my budget, when my rich boyfriend—” He stopped short.“I probably shouldn’t use that word, huh?”
“Maybe not yet.”I squeezed his fingers.“I want to jump back in with both feet, and also my dick, but…” I didn’t want to put my hesitation into words.“Maybe soon?”
“I get it.”His smile dimmed, but he didn’t let go of my hand as he faced forward.“Drive, dude.”
“I need my hand back and you need your seatbelt.”
“Big football player can’t drive with one hand?”
“It’s icy.Big football player wants to not end up in traction and unable to fuck for another fucking month,” I retorted.
“Good point.”He nipped my knuckles and let go.“Hotel, James.Move your hot ass.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”I buckled my belt and put the car in reverse.Then I stepped on the brakes, leaned over, and kissed him.“One more to last us for the drive.”
Logan’s gray eyes shone, looking up at me.God, I’d missed him.I reversed with more speed than care, despite the sleet, and headed back down the lane toward town.
Chapter 9
