She twisted out of his arms and narrowed her eyes. “This better not be a proposal, Logan. I haven’t even had a chance to yell at you properly for breaking my heart.”
“You broke her heart?” Evan asked, his scowl returning.
Lacy threw her hands up in exasperation. “Go home, Evan. Turn that annoying overprotective nonsense of yours on Eryn. Poor girl.”
Evan glanced at Logan, hesitant to leave.
Logan reached out to put his hand on Evan’s shoulder. “I won’t hurt her.”
Evan’s expression cleared. “Yeah. I know you won’t.” And with that, he walked back to his patrol car and climbed in.
Lacy turned to look at him. “You told Evan you loved me before you told me.”
He grinned. “He forced my hand. Guy packs one hell of a punch.”
His words sent Lacy’s gaze to his left cheek. “I think you’re going to have a black eye.”
“Great,” he said with a grimace.
“Why did you leave last time?”
He looked up at the dark sky. “It’s raining, Lace. Do we have to do this here?” They were both drenched.
“Come on.” She accepted the hand he proffered and the two of them returned to her apartment. Once they were inside, Lacy went to the bathroom to grab them a couple of towels. He wiped off his chest as she used hers to dry her hair.
“Here. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t get out of those wet things.” Logan drew her wet t-shirt over her head, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. Her breasts were his kryptonite, and they needed to talk before they continued with anything else.
She peeled off her jeans as he did the same. They threw their wet clothing in a heap on the floor of her laundry room, and then returned to the living room.
Lacy grabbed a fleece blanket and tossed it to him before getting a second one for herself. They curled under them on the couch. Lacy didn’t resist when he tugged her legs over his thighs so he could rub her feet.
“Jane did a number on me.”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I figured that much out. It’s just…you said you weren’t brokenhearted about her leaving.”
“I’m not. That’s not what I mean. When we first started dating, I thought the two of us were compatible lovers. She seemed to enjoy my rough edge, although I’ll admit I didn’t…” He paused, trying to find the right words.
“Unleash the Full Monty?” she supplied helpfully.
Logan laughed. “Something like that. I didn’t want to scare her right out of the gate, so I took things slowly. However, the more I tried to introduce BDSM into our sexual relationship, the more she resisted. I was in love with her, Lace. So I held back.”
“I’m not afraid of what we do, Logan.”
“I know.”
“Have you been holding back with me?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “No. Not at all.”
“Phew.” She pretended to wipe her brow. “That’s a relief. I’d hate to have to deal with twenty or thirty more orgasms every time we crawled between the sheets.”
He playfully messed up her hair. “Smartass. You realize that’s just daring me.”
“Good. That was my intention.”
Logan took a deep breath and said what had been keeping him from her, though even as he said the words, he knew exactly how stupid he’d been. “I can’t do vanilla. It’s not in my nature.”
“It’s not in mine either. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. You ruined me when I was seventeen.”
