She laughs. “Well, take care of her for me.”
“Always.”
“Have fun you two.” She pulls me into a hug before Logan and I leave the house and climb into his truck.
Once he shuts the door behind him, he turns to me. “Now I can kiss you properly with no minors and parents around,” he says, gripping the back of my head and smashing his mouth to mine. I melt into his touch, allowing him to control the kiss, his lips gliding seamlessly over mine.
God, why is he so good at it?
“Fuck, if we don’t stop now, we’ll never make it to my house,” he pants against my lips.
“I guess you’re right, and I’m really looking forward to this top secret Cooper recipe of yours.”
He smiles. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”
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I’m not really sure what I was expecting when he told me he was cooking me dinner, Logan’s always been unpredictable. In my head, I pictured him slaving away over the stove all afternoon like a head chef at a five-star restaurant cooking something that would put even Gordon Ramsey to shame, but I definitely wasn’t expecting this.
He drops the plate in front of me and I snort a laugh. Hot Dogs. Fries. Ketchup.
“Are you laughing at my exceptional culinary skills, Miss Moore?”
“Nope. Not at all,” I reply, still fighting a smile. He raises an eyebrow. “Honestly, it’s kind of perfect.”
We laugh and talk through dinner, and the hot dogs were actually pretty good. When I’m with Logan, it’s like everything else in my life fades into the background, he makes me feel good and for even just a short while, takes my mind off my dad.
He makes me happy.
Even if all we are is just sex and a bit of fun, it means I get to spend more time with him, something that I’m not sure I can give up. I’ve always been independent, but recently, I’ve come to be dependent on him, something I’m not exactly proud of, but something I can’t deny.
Once we’ve finished eating, I give him a hand with the dishes, where rather than doing theactualdishes, he spent his time standing behind me, sucking on the sensitive skin below my ear and his hands roaming my body.
“What do we do?” I ask, turning around in his arms. “I mean… what are we going to say to Quinn and Dwight?”
“We don’t have to tell them anything if we don’t want to. I can’t promise you anything, Ames. All I know is that I don’t wanna let this go. Why don’t we just see where this thing between us takes us, yeah? No labels or definitions, we just take each day as it comes? If you wanna tell Quinn, then that’s okay. I guess they’ll find out eventually, they always do.”
“I’d like that.” I smile, rising on my toes to kiss him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Was there a reason… why you waited to have sex?”
“I guess I was just waiting for the right guy. I was never popular in school, especially with boys, I was the loner girl buried in a pile of books who everyone avoided like the plague.”
“I find that hard to believe. I mean, fuck, if you were in my class at school… I’d never take my eyes off you,” he says, and my heart skips a beat.
A blush I can’t stop creeps up into my cheeks.
“I swear, that fucking blush…” he cups my face in both his hands before leaning in closer, grazing his lips over my heated cheeks, his breath fanning across my face, “that blush is gonna be the fucking end of me, babygirl. I’m addicted.”
“There’s worse things you could be addicted to, I guess.”
“Mmm… a lot worse,” he breathes out before sealing his lips over mine.
I lock my arms around his neck and his hands reach down to squeeze my ass, pulling me further into his body. He spins me around and lifts me, carrying me over to the sofa where he sits down with me straddling his lap, my knees locked tight at his hips. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down gently, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it. My fingers dive into his hair as we kiss, and I can feel the outline of his erection against my pussy and I grind down, circling my hips.
