“It’s about time,” Logan said softly, stepping forward, his hands slipping out of his pockets.
Elijah stood his ground, keeping his eyes pinned on Logan’s face. He wasn’t sure what would happen next. He hadn’t made it that far in his thought process, always getting hung up on how Logan might react.
“I figured it was time to take the leap,” Elijah told him, hoping the man understood the double entendre.
Since Logan continued his approach, he had to believe he got the meaning. And when he stopped directly in front of him, their chests nearly touching, he felt his resolve strengthen.
“Did you mean what you said the other night?” Logan asked, his voice low, a hint of gravel in the tone.
Elijah knew he was referring to his admission in the text message. “Every word.”
Logan’s eyes danced over his face as though reading his expression for a hidden meaning.
Behind them, Sam cleared her throat. “Am I interrupting?” There was a hopeful wisp to her tone, definite approval in her soft sigh.
“Not at all,” Logan said, never taking his eyes off Elijah’s face.
“Well, I’ll just set the table then.”
Logan’s soft growl could’ve been an approval of her suggestion, or maybe it was his acceptance of whatever he’d intended to do, because the next thing Elijah knew, their lips were fused, and he was stumbling backward. He reached for the counter to keep himself upright as Logan kissed him fiercely. He groaned in response, sliding his hand behind Logan’s neck and holding him there while the kiss ignited.
This was dangerous territory, this unknown path they were forging down, but Elijah had been hoping for this. They’d spent the past month dancing around what was happening between them. The night at Luke’s had felt like a turning point, but Elijah knew better than to assume anything when it came to Logan. Hell, he hadn’t been exactly sure which direction he’d wanted to go himself.
But here they were.
Elijah sank into the kiss, inhaling Logan’s dominance with every breath he took. He’d never been kissed like this before, and it wasn’t because Logan was a man. There was something deeper, far more complex than anything he’d ever felt. A tension he could sense, one that threatened to snap at any moment.
A throat cleared, then Sam said, “Would you boys like some privacy? Because I can … uh…”
They were both panting and breathless when they released each other. Logan’s laugh was the tool that untightened that last knot of concern in Elijah’s gut.
“We never need privacy from you, baby,” Logan told her.
Elijah stared at him, wondering why Logan had yet to fill Sam in on their encounters if that was the case. He knew she wasn’t privy to what had transpired in the gym the other day, but he wasn’t sure why Logan was keeping it to himself. They both knew Sam would enjoy the hell out of hearing the raunchy details.
“Good to know,” Sam said sweetly.
Logan’s gaze swung back to Elijah. “Let me change; then I’ll help with dinner.”
When he slipped out of the room, Elijah turned to Sam, cleared his throat. He had a feeling his face was red, but he pretended it wasn’t. “That’s how I like to be welcomed home, by the way.”
Her smile widened as she moved closer. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely.” He reached for her, dragging her against him before sealing his mouth to hers.
She giggled softly, grinning up at him. He loved how pliant she was as she leaned into him, her tongue dancing with his. Elijah kissed her hard, letting her feel the pent-up tension coiling him tightly.
“Is it wrong to admit that I like that this”—she reached down and brushed her knuckles over his erection—“is also for Logan?”
Elijah growled roughly and kissed her once more, slow and deep, before releasing her.
She was breathless as she backed away, her eyes never leaving him.
It took tremendous effort, but Elijah managed to finish cooking and even made it through dinner without spontaneously combusting.
***
Throughout dinner, Sam had felt the pulseof arousal as it beat in time to her heart. She knew she wasn’t the only one on high alert, waiting for something while pretending that all was normal. And by the time the meal was finished, she was a hairsbreadth away from losing her mind. They were driving her absolutely crazy with their subtle glances—at her, at each other.
