A few minutes later, I hear the shower switch off, and once I hear the bathroom door open, I leave my bedroom. Logan is shirtless, small water droplets bead down his chest and over the ripped muscles of his torso. A sharp V tapers down and disappears under the waistband of his jeans that hang loosely from his hips.
All I can do is stare. He’s like a Greek God or something. A man that looks like this is a danger to society and to the entire female population, and male for that matter.
My dad’s shirt is tight in his fist and his hair is damp and dishevelled, it looks almost black.
Why does a guy look so good with damp, messy hair?
“You done checking me out?” He smirks.
My eyes dart up to his and as if on cue, my cheeks are ablaze. I drop my gaze, only to have Logan close the distance between us, backing me up against the wall with my chin gripped tightly between his thumb and forefinger, the tip of his nose grazing mine ever so slightly, his breath fanning across my face. “You can’t help but blush around me can you?”
“I…I…” His close proximity has me at a loss for words, I can’t even string one sentence together.Smooth, Amy.
“I’m just teasing, babygirl. Iloveit. It does things to me, makes me want things... things it shouldn’t.” His voice is low, the rumble sending shivers through me, deep down to my bones and heat pooling in my belly and between my thighs.
“W-What kinds of things?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“I think you know what things.” He runs the tip of his nose over my cheek, “bad things,” he continues, trailing down to my jaw and further to my neck where he plants a delicate kiss on the sensitive skin there. “Dirtythings.”
I release a small whimper, the ache between my legs throbs, and my pussy feels like it has its own pulse. The sexual tension between us is so thick that you can almost taste it.
Logan dusts his lips over my skin once more before pulling back, his eyes filled with lust. “Thanks for the shirt,” he says, his mouth curved upwards as he takes in my flushed cheeks, my heaving chest…
He loves it.
“N-No problem,” I stutter, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Shall we go and eat? Your mom’s cooking smells amazing.” And with that, he saunters his way across the landing towards the stairs while pulling on my dad’s shirt, leaving me staring after him, seeking stability from the wall behind me to keep me on two feet.
I make my way downstairs on shaky legs, wondering how I’m going to sit through dinner, with my panties soaked, my cheeks a blazing inferno, pretending that what just happened, didn’t.
This is going to be a long dinner.
Chapter 11
Logan
The next day I’m back working on the car in the sweltering heat. Christ, I wish this heatwave would just fuck off already, I must have lost at least ten pounds just from sweating alone. If it gets any hotter out here, I’m sure I’m just gonna melt into a puddle right where I’m standing. This is Chicago, and it is never this hot, trust me to agree to do this during a freak fucking heatwave. Though, in spite of all that, these are the days I love. Here, in Amy’s garage fixing up her car, I’m in my element, and I don’t think there’s a better feeling than this.
I’ve always loved working on cars and bikes, I’ve always had a knack for it, it’s one of the few things I’m actually good at besides sex. But what makes working on the GTO even better, is having Amy by my side everyday while I work, keeping me company, even if it means not exchanging a single word for hours. Just having her here with me is more than enough, and if that means shedding my body weight’s worth of sweat and die from heat stroke, I’ll die a happy man.
Last night on the landing outside her bathroom door, it took every shred of restraint to not drag her into her bedroom and have my wicked way with her, knowing full well she’d love every fucking second of it. Hearing those little whimpers that escaped her lips while I teased and kissed her neck, had my cock like a steel rod, pressing painfully against my zipper. It had me wondering what her lips taste like, wondering what sounds she’d make while I’m deep inside her body.
Throughout dinner with her mom, I made it my mission to have her cheeks flaming red all night, and I enjoyed watching her trying to hide it from both me and her mom. I watched the way she squirmed in her seat and how she’d try to steal glances at me when she thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my skin prickles whenever I feel her eyes are on me. It’s a feeling I could get used to very quickly. When my eyes met hers across the table, she would glance away quickly, fighting a smile that tells me she knows she’s been caught, and I love it.
I like how I affect her, and I enjoy seeing how hard she tries to cover the way I make her feel and fail miserably trying to do just that. She’s like an open book, her face just as clear and easy to read.
Judging by her reaction to me, I’m assuming she doesn’t have much sexual experience, so I need to tread carefully, making sure I don’t exceed her boundaries or cross the line in any way. I would hate to think I scare her or make her feel uncomfortable, but last night proved to me that she feels the same.
She wants me as much as I want her, and with every passing day it’s getting harder and harder not to take her right here on the hood of the GTO, so I try my best to push those thoughts aside.
Some days we’ll talk endlessly about shit that doesn’t even matter, but days like today, every now and then I’ll glance over to find her with her head buried in a book that she’s reading, or writing in her little pink notebook which is apparentlytop secret.
I’m dying to know what she’s writing in there, and as she continues to refuse to tell me, it only makes me want to know all the more.
While I’m in my happy place working on the car, I can tell she’s in hers while she reads, she’s totally at peace in whatever fantasy land she’s immersed herself in. I love how she bites her lip in concentration as her eyes drift over the page, and how she smiles to herself or her face contorts with a frown at whatever she’s reading. A romance novel most likely.
I could watch her like this all day.
