Chapter Three
Itwasweird, Elijah decided.
No matter how hard he tried to keep his thoughts reined in, to not look at Logan and imagine kissing the man again, Elijah couldn’t help himself. Six months was a long time to dwell on that kiss, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He needed to figure out if this was something they should pursue or if he needed to put it in the past and bury it forever.
However, to do that, Elijah needed a replay. He needed to experience that soul-searing kiss once more before he could come to a final decision.
The question was, did he make the first move or wait for Logan?
As he sat there, feeling the weight of Logan’s eyes on him, Elijah remembered what happened earlier when Logan had come up behind him in the kitchen. He’d thought for a second Logan was going to touch him, to be the one to make the first move. He could’ve sworn he felt the ghostly caress moving over his bare skin. He could still feel the warmth of Logan’s body behind him, smell the rich scent of his cologne. His reaction to his nearness had been instinctive. He had welcomed the feel of him looming over him, had held his breath in hopes of something more.
Although time had stood still for those precious few seconds, it never came.
Resigning himself to an unsatisfactory end to a relatively pleasant day, Elijah tipped his head back and closed his eyes again.
“Do you regret that night?” Elijah asked as he relaxed.
“No.”
There was no hesitance, no uncertainty.Good to know.
“Do you want me to regret it, Eli?”
Elijah didn’t lift his head, didn’t look up. “No. I’d like to know where I stand, that’s all. Do you think about it? That night?Thatkiss?”
Silence settled heavily over them for a moment, but just when he thought Logan wasn’t going to answer, he heard, “All the damn time.”
That eased some of Elijah’s anxiety over the situation. “Do you think about the kiss? Or about me rubbing your cock while you were fucking Sam?”
He honestly hadn’t meant to speak that aloud, so he wasn’t surprised when Logan didn’t respond. The man had already said he didn’t want to talk about it. Elijah should respect that.
Minutes ticked by while they sat silently, the leaves rustling, the waterfall cascading down from the elevated hot tub. On any given night, the silence would’ve lulled him into a semi-conscious state. Unfortunately, tonight, he was on edge, his body rigid, his cock pulsing as he mentally willed Logan to make the first move.
“Elijah.”
The dark rumble of Logan’s voice had Elijah’s eyes snapping open. He hadn’t heard the man move and wasn’t aware of his nearness until he realized he was staring up into Logan’s dark, brooding face as he loomed over him.
“Enough’s enough,” Logan said, his voice rich with seduction and promise.
When Logan leaned forward and planted one hand on the pool’s edge behind him, Elijah didn’t move. He remained perfectly still, his arms stretched out, his breaths stuck somewhere in his chest. It was like being underwater and kicking to the surface, the anticipation of air taxing his lungs as he waited to see what Logan would do next.
“No games tonight.” Logan’s voice was low, his expression stormy.
Heat swirled in his veins when Logan’s thumb pressed on his chin, his fingers curling under his jaw. Logan held his head still as he leaned in closer, the gap between their mouths disappearing. For a brief moment, Elijah wondered if he was dreaming, if he’d conjured this up in his mind because he’d spent so damn much time fantasizing about it.
“Am I dreaming?” he heard himself say.
Logan smirked. “Do you want to be?”
Going with the truth, Elijah shook his head.
“Have you dreamed about this, Eli?”
Damn near every night. Instead of admitting that, he nodded.
“Me, too,” Logan whispered. “Whatever happens is because we want it to happen. Understand?”
Elijah tried to nod, but Logan’s grip on his chin kept his head still.
