She was a fucking mess.
If he’d simply come here to use her for sex, she’d…what?
Kick him out?
She wouldn’t do that. All he’d had to do was tell her to move and she was all but running to her bedroom. She should hate him for that.
Or maybe she should hate herself.
Once she unlocked her door and entered, Logan was right behind her.
“Bedroom.”
“Logan—”
“We’re going to talk, Lace. We’re going to say every single fucking thing that needs to be said. I promise. But if I’m not inside you in the next five minutes, I can’t be held responsible for my own actions.”
Every ounce of pain she’d felt in the past five days vanished. She wasn’t going to let him leave again without that conversation. But he was right. The physical aches needed to be quenched first or she wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent.
“Fine.” She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom quickly. It sounded as if he had turned the corner on whatever had been holding him back.
At least she hoped he had.
If not, she was making the mother of all mistakes.
Not that it mattered. She was diving into this fire feet first, aching for the burn, because as much as her heart ached, her body was currently suffering more.
As they entered the room, she lost no time. She turned to face him and unbuckled his belt, her fingers grazing his erection as she worked. He was rock hard. How long had he been suffering with that condition? The petty part of her that was still pissed he’d made her wait hoped it had been a while.
She unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper down, wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked it slowly. She shuddered as she considered how full she would feel with him inside her.
“I want you so much, Lace.”
She smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m right here.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “For the way things ended last time.”
He had promised her they would talk. After. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. “It’s okay.”
He shook his head as if to disagree, so she forced him to look at her. His apology had gone a long way toward soothing her anger, her pain. So had the fact he’d shown up here tonight. They would discuss whatever had compelled him to leave, but not right now.
“I mean it. It’s okay.”
Logan gripped her cheeks in his large palms and gave her a kiss so passionate it took her breath away. This was what she’d hoped for on her eighteen birthday. There was nothing on earth so magical as being kissed by someone who clearly adored you.
“God, I missed you.”
She grinned at his confession. “Ditto.”
He was obviously trying to hold back, giving her the chance to tell him to take a hike.
“It’s time.”
His jeans hung on his hips, so he reached back, trying to dig out his wallet. Lacy gripped his upper arm to stop him.
“Don’t. I’m on the Pill.”
“Lacy—”
