Chapter 47

CHAPTER 47

LOGAN

W ith my best friend pissed at me and the girl of my dreams sleeping in my house, I'd had a lot of steam to blow off in the early morning hours. At the crack of dawn, I'd already been down in the gym, trying to burn off as much energy as I could before she woke up.

Eventually, I'd lost myself to the pounding of the music and the dull ache that took over my muscles. My head had finally gone blank and my brain quiet.

And then she'd walked in.

Walked in wearing the clothes I'd left for her, no less.

Immediately, all that numb serenity I'd found in the workout had gone out the window and my body and mind had spun out of control. On the physical side of things, there was the fact that she was wearing my clothes and looking hot as hell in them.

My cock had roared to life in an instant, and if it hadn't been for the emotional side of things, I'd have had her right there and then. But the emotional shit had been too real. Too raw. For both of us.

I'd seen the embarrassment in her eyes clear as day when she'd walked in and then, with everything else that had followed, I'd thought she was on the verge of a breakdown. The horror, the hurt, the devastation, and the shock had seemed too much.

The very last thing I'd expected was what was happening right now. She kissed me like she was possessed. Like she was making some kind of statement and wanted the whole world to know about it.

I had no idea what it was she was trying to say, but I went with it. I'd hated being apart from her, and crashing back together like this was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Once the shock faded, I caught her face in my hands and kissed her back with every ounce of the passion and ferocity she was showing me. This woman hadn't just gotten under my skin. She'd taken me over.

There was no logic to it. No reason.

Fully knowing that there would be no going back if we did this, I accepted the consequences on the spot. Slate would find out eventually. He always did, and every chance I'd had at making things right with him would be gone.

But he'd written me off, and somehow, I would be okay with that. As long as I had Mira in my life, I didn't care what I had to sacrifice. That was how deeply I cared about her. At some point or another, she had come to mean everything to me and I was done trying to fight it.

Mira's leg hooked around my thigh and I groaned, leaving my thoughts behind and focusing only on what was happening between us right now. I caught hold of her leg, holding it up and then reaching for the other.

She adjusted her grip on my neck to hold on tight as I lifted her against me and walked her to the wall. It wasn't graceful. Probably wouldn't have been pretty if anyone had been watching, but I didn't give a shit.

As far as I was concerned, it was hot as hell. She was hot as hell and I'd missed the shit out of her. Our mouths crashed together again and again. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses and heavy breathing filled the air.

I wound my arm around her back as we reached the wall, breaking the force with which we slammed against it before I moved us over to the little table that held my music system. As I lowered her ass to the wooden tabletop, I kept kissing her and reached for her shirt.

I hooked my fingers around the bottom of the fabric, and she eased back a bit to let me pull it right off her. She tipped her head back as soon as the fabric was clear and I took her mouth again, stepping between her spread legs and wishing she'd been wearing a skirt instead.

As I thought it, she reached for my sweats and underwear and pushed them down past my straining cock before using her feet to kick them off. I was now naked and I was painfully aware of it, but I didn't do anything to seek out the friction I needed.

Instead, I focused on her, finally breaking the kiss again to run my lips along the smooth skin of her jaw to her ear. My hands roamed up and down her sides, finding them free of the bra strap I'd been looking for.

I groaned, my hips begging to rock, but I knew that if I started moving, I wasn't going to last. That was how powerful of an effect she had on me. I dragged my fingertips across her shoulders to her collarbones and down, then brushed her nipples with my thumbs and swallowed her answering moans.

Bending my knees, I kissed a path down her neck and chest, then sucked her hard nipple into my mouth. She cried out as I did it, her head dropping back and her eyes screwing shut. As I glanced up at her, she tugged her lower lip between her teeth and let out a soft sigh that I felt to the center of my being.

It was like I could feel her relief over being back together just as potently as I felt my own, and it was a damn heady feeling. Mira and I weren't over. I had no idea what was going to happen after this, but right now, it didn't matter.

It didn't matter if she tried to break things off again because, one way or another, we'd find our way to each other again. I knew it was probably wishful thinking, but right now, the only thing I knew for sure was that it wasn't anywhere near over between us.

I licked her breasts, alternating between them until her chest started heaving and her hips practically came off the table. Taking that as my cue, I dropped my hands to the waistband of her sweats and pushed them down as far as I could.

She lifted her butt for me and kicked the pants and panties off once I'd lowered them far enough. The scent of her arousal drifted to me and I growled, my fingertips skating up her spread thighs until they reached the apex.

Soft, slick wetness coated my skin as I ran my fingers through her folds. Just about vibrating with need, I pushed her shoulders back against the wall with my free hand, kissing her again as I slid a finger into her.

Once she was half lying down, I brought one hand to her clit while the other remained buried inside her. Then I broke the kiss to watch her as she fell apart. Her lids were so heavy that her eyes were almost closed as she lowered her gaze to that spot between her thighs.

She watched as my fingers sank into her again and again, the circles I drew around her swollen clit getting tighter and tighter. Biting her lips, her brow puckered and her moans kept getting louder as I felt her muscles constricting around me.

At the very last moment, she reached for me again, wrapping her hand around the nape of my neck and yanking me closer. She kissed me hard but then pressed her forehead against mine as her hips started bucking and she came.

As close as I was standing to her, I felt the wet heat radiating from her on my cock and it very nearly made me come too, but that wasn't how I wanted it to happen today. So I flexed my thighs and prayed to Aphrodite that I'd be able to hold it.

Mira whispered my name against my lips instead of screaming it, and although I loved it when she was loud, this somehow meant so much more to me. I closed my eyes, only opening them again to kiss her once I'd seen her through it.

Panting and shaking, Mira's eyes opened too and she smiled as she kissed me back. "Do you have a condom in here?"

Fuck .

I hadn't brought my wallet down to my home gym with me and I had a stash in the drawer under the radio, but I'd never touched it before and I didn't want her to think I had. As much as I didn't want to stop to explain, the urge broke through the lust and I nodded but didn't move away from her just yet.

"After I moved in, I put a box in every room of the house just in case."

Her eyebrows arched. "Every room?"

"Yep." I sighed, looking deep into her eyes as I took her face in my hands, hoping she believed what I was about to say next. "I just don't want you to think?—"

"Shut up and get a condom, Logan," she said with her lips curving into a slight smirk. "Right now, I'm just glad you have them on hand. Whatever happened in here before has nothing to do with me."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, though. Nothing has happened in here before." I reached for the drawer and pulled it open, not looking away from her as I felt around the plastic-covered box. "This place is my sanctuary. I don't bring anyone here. Ever. Only you, okay?"

Her cheeks flushed, and unless I was way off base, I swore I saw relief spark in her eyes, but I didn't stop to ask her about it. Once I finally had the box open, I tore a foil wrapper with my teeth and I was still staring into her eyes as I rolled it on.

Mira didn't break eye contact either, but she'd moved her hands to the back of my head and she was gently toying with my hair until I readjusted my position between her thighs. With the tip of my dick now pressing into her, I wrapped my arms around her and lowered my head to kiss her again as I finally thrust inside.

She moaned into my mouth, her legs hooking around my hips when I started moving. I wasn't one to get all up in my head about sex, but holy shit. This was something else. It was like the world around us had ceased to exist and there would only ever be the two of us from here on.

Pleasure spread through me way before I was ready for it to, but I didn't hold back. I couldn't, but I also didn't want to. Mira whispered between kisses that she didn't want me to either. For the first time in my whole damn life, I came before the woman did. The orgasm raced through me like lightning, exploding out of me so hard that my ears rang and my vision blurred.

Mira clenched around me and trembled in my arms as my orgasm triggered hers, and we stayed together like that for a long time after, just holding on to each other and recovering. Her fingers combed through my hair and she smiled against my lips when she finally caught her breath.

"Should we go make that coffee now?"

"You got it," I replied hoarsely.

Right then, I would have given her anything she wanted. Whatever she asked for. At least coffee was simple. Uncomplicated.

Everything else, however, was still a mess. Up in the air. As complicated as it got. But I had her back and I'd be damned if I just let her go again—no matter how many challenges we had to work through to stay together.