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Chapter 26

ChapterTwenty-Six

He had Jeanie up against the wall as soon as they stepped into her apartment, his mouth on hers, devouring her, because he couldn’t seem to help himself around Jeanie. Today was too good. She had been too good, too exactly what he wanted, too freaking close to perfect that it scared the crap out of him.

But he wanted it.

He wanted her.

He wanted to keep her.

Little moans and sighs escaped her lips as he kissed her and he wanted them all, her noises, her sweet body pressed against his. All of it. All of her.

Everything he had tried to hold back, to deny, to pretend wasn’t happening was unraveling rapidly with every shift of her hips, with every scrape of her teeth on his neck, with every tug of her hands in his hair.

He’d been an idiot to try and act like he didn’t want her, that he didn’t want everyone in this damn town to know she was his.

Shit. He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. He wanted Jeanie to be his.

She smiled up at him.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, already out of breath, her cheeks a delicious pink.

‘Hey.’ His voice was rough, his hands still tracing the curves of her body. He couldn’t seem to stop mauling this woman every time he got the chance.

‘My room’s down the hall.’

‘Right, sorry.’ He backed up, unpinning her from the wall. Slow down, Logan.

She took him by the hand and started to lead him down the small hallway off the living room he just now realized they were standing in. He tugged her to a stop, and she glanced back at him.

‘We don’t have to,’ he blurted.

She frowned.

‘I mean ... I just didn’t want you to think that we had to...’

‘Logan,’ she said, her smile growing into something warmer, heavier. ‘I want to.’

‘Okay.’

‘Okay.’ She pulled him with her to a room at the end of the hall, then flipped on a bedside lamp that cast the room in a cozy glow. ‘It’s a little messy.’ She shrugged. ‘Still getting settled.’

Logan forced himself to ignore the flash of anxiety he felt at the sight of the still-packed boxes in Jeanie’s room. A mirror leaned against one wall, still not hung. The lamp by her bed sat on top of a large cardboard box. The bed was covered in a random assortment of pillows and blankets. The windows had blinds but no curtains. The walls had no pictures, no art.

Temporary.

Unsettled.

This room screamed impermanence.

Logan ran a hand through his hair, shoving down the panic rising in his throat. Had he gotten it so wrong again? Was he wrong about Jeanie wanting to stay? About her fitting in here?

She turned back to look at him where he stood frozen in the doorway. Her face fell. ‘Oh, God, is messiness like a deal breaker for you? I should have tidied up a bit more.’ She kicked a sweater under the bed and Logan tried not to wince.

He did like things to be neat, but that’s not what was causing his heart to race haphazardly in his chest.

He cleared his throat.

‘No, no. Sorry, that’s not it.’

She waited, watching him. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was afraid she would leave. That she would find him and his life and his town lacking just like Lucy did.

He refused to let Lucy have that power over him anymore.

Not with this adorable, nearly perfect, messy, funny person standing in front of him, with her cheeks still pink and her lips still red from kissing him. He crossed the room and took Jeanie’s face in his hands.

‘Just trying to take this slow. That’s all.’

A relieved smile crossed her face. ‘Oh, good. I’ve tried to be neater, but it never really sticks.’

Logan shrugged. ‘I like you messy.’

She paused, her dark gaze meeting his, her smile even bigger now. Bigger and somehow more genuine. Happier. She hopped up into his arms and he caught her with a gruff laugh.

‘Thank you.’

‘What are you thanking me for, Jeanie?’

She shrugged and buried her face in his neck, her lips warm on the skin above his collar. ‘Thank you for saying that, for being here.’

He gave her ass a squeeze. ‘I wouldn’t be anywhere else.’

She made a little purring sound against him, and he shoved down the wish that she’d say it back, that she’d assure him there was nowhere she’d rather be either. She was here now, in his arms and he’d be an idiot if he didn’t take this chance to be with her.

He backed her up toward the bed and lowered her onto the mattress and seeing her there with her big brown eyes and her pink cheeks, watching her teeth dig into her bottom lip, snapped any control he had.

Taking things slow flew right out the damn window along with any fear that they shouldn’t do this.

Jeanie was already kneeling on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hands inside, tugging it off his shoulders.

‘This too,’ she said, lifting his undershirt and running her hands across his abs with wicked fascination. He pulled the shirt over his head, and she kissed his stomach eliciting a sharp gasp from his lips.

She grinned up at him. ‘These are really good abs,’ she said. ‘Like, I honestly didn’t know these were a real thing on real people.’

He huffed another surprised laugh, feeling his face heat under her appraising stare. Would he ever be able to predict what was going to come out of her mouth next?

She ran more kisses from his stomach up his chest to his neck, her fingers tracing their own path. Logan clenched his fists at his sides, wanting to grab her but not wanting to stop her, her light, soft touches along his body like torture.

By the time her hands were in his hair, tugging him closer and her mouth was on his, her tongue flicking against his lips, Logan had lost all sense of time and place.

His only thoughts were of Jeanie.

Jeanie’s lips on his.

Jeanie’s cinnamon-sugar taste.

Jeanie’s soft body pressed against his own.

These clothes had to go. He was tired of barriers between them. He didn’t want another frustrating make-out session. He didn’t want to be scared of this anymore.

He wanted skin, warm and bare against his.

He ran his fingers beneath the hem of Jeanie’s sweater, skimming the top of her jeans. Her stomach was hot and soft. He ran a hand up her back, tracing the dip of her spine.

She shivered when he touched her around the band of her ribs, letting his thumbs drag along the underside of her breasts. She broke their kiss to pull the sweater over her head and then her mouth was on his hot and wet and demanding.

Her torso when she pressed it against his was scalding.

Damn, how was she so perfect? So, everything he wanted?

His fingers dug into her flesh, wanting her closer, needing everything. He found the clasp for her bra, undid it, and tossed it aside. He cupped her breast in one hand, running his thumb over the peak. Jeanie’s half sigh, half whimper at the contact nearly undid him. He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Jeanie arched into him as he swirled his tongue around her. She gasped, his name a broken whisper on her lips.

More. He wanted more.

He sucked and licked until Jeanie was quivering and then broke away for long enough to lay her back on the bed and peel the jeans from her body. More skin. More Jeanie.

With every layer he tore away, he could feel himself falling deeper, faster, more irreversibly in love with this woman.

Love.

Damn it. He’d done it again, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. Not now. Not with Jeanie spread out in front of him, her skin golden in the soft light of the lamp, her dark hair tangled on the pillow.

She looked at him with dark, hungry eyes, but he was frozen.

Something was necessary here, wasn’t it? A declaration? A discussion about what he wanted from her, about what she wanted from him.

Weren’t they doing this all wrong?

But what did he expect her to say? That she loved him, too? Already. After so short a time. She hadn’t even unpacked all her clothes yet. How could she have possibly decided to love him?

‘Logan?’

He blinked.

A furrow appeared between Jeanie’s brows, and she went to cover herself with a blanket. Logan stopped her with a hand on hers.

‘Don’t. I want to see you.’ His voice was low and rough. He didn’t recognize it.

Jeanie dropped her hand, her gaze steady on his. He took her in, all of her. He’d take her for however long he could have her. He was a fool if he’d thought he could turn back now.

‘Logan.’ Jeanie’s voice was a soft whimper that obliterated Logan’s doubts completely.

He covered her body with his and took what he wanted.

* * *

Whatever Logan had been about to say as he knelt over her, he never said it. Jeanie only had a few seconds to wonder about it before his mouth was everywhere. His lips, warm and firm and insistent on her body, the coarse hair of his beard tickling the skin on her chest, her stomach, her thighs.

She tried not to think about the look she kept catching on his face tonight. The look that said exactly how he felt about her. Like he wanted to keep her. Like maybe this was more than an attraction. Like he wanted to do more than just be a helpful neighbor.

Logan’s head dipped between her thighs and Jeanie’s thoughts scattered like fall leaves, impossible to hold onto while Logan kissed her there.

There in the center of her, building her pleasure until the sheets were fisted in her hands and she couldn’t stop the low, keening moan from escaping her lips. Logan licked her with the persistent determination of a man used to doing a job right. His tongue was fast and firm and just freaking perfect. So perfect Jeanie thought she might cry.

She nearly did cry when he slipped a finger inside her, his groan vibrating against her sensitive flesh. He added another finger and crooked them, touching something inside her she previously thought was myth. The pleasure was deep and aching, now, but he didn’t relent with his tongue or his fingers. Logan, steady and reliable, kept going until the pressure was too much, until her back bowed from the bed, her feet digging into the mattress. Until she came apart under his tongue and his hands. Until she couldn’t remember for the life of her why she shouldn’t be with this man.

There was no reason at all.

He was good and kind, and the abs, dear God, the abs.

Why was she standing in her own way?

He grinned up at her, a little sheepishly. ‘Good?’

Jeanie let out a disbelieving laugh. ‘Very, very good.’

He shifted from his position between her legs and shucked off his pants. He moved his way up her body, letting the length of him slide against her. He rained a path of kisses across her clavicle to her shoulder and buried his face in her hair.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered, and she thought that might actually be true, with the way he squeezed her thigh in his hand and rocked against her with his hips like he couldn’t help himself.

She wanted more of him. She wanted all of him, in fact.

Words bubbled up in her throat, trying to push their way out. Words about how she felt about him. Words that were way too strong and way too soon and way too intense for how she should actually feel about him.

And Jeanie didn’t want to scare this one away.

She didn’t want to be the intense girl. Or the woman who was a bit too much. She didn’t want to overthink this or overdo it.

She just wanted to be here with Logan in this one perfect moment on this one perfect day. So, the words that came out of her mouth weren’t big and emotional and important.

Instead, they were practical.

‘Condoms are in the bathroom.’

Logan stilled. ‘Right.’ He pushed off of her and made his way into the bathroom that Jeanie knew was also a mess, but maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe he could actually overlook her too muchness, her messiness. Maybe he wasn’t lying when he said he liked her messy.

At least for now.

‘In the medicine cabinet,’ she called, and he came back a second later with the packet in hand, wasting no time to slide one on and rejoin her in bed.

‘You’re sure?’ he asked, even as she wrapped her legs around him, even as her whole body called for his.

‘Yes.’ The word had barely left her lips before he was in her, filling her, his arms holding her, and it was so much. It was everything. And Jeanie didn’t know how they’d gotten here so soon, or where they went next.

But for tonight she was going to let Logan hold her.

He paused, his forehead pressed against hers, letting her adjust. Or by the look on his face, his pupils blown wide, letting himself adjust.

‘Jeanie.’ His voice was as awed as she felt. ‘I—’

She kissed him. Afraid of what he might say. Of what she might say in return.

This thing between them wasn’t what she expected. But, damn it was good, and she wasn’t ready to let words mess it up. So, she held him tight, her legs wrapped around his back, and deepened the kiss.

His restraint snapped.

He moved, his hips thrusting forward again and again until Jeanie was a whimpering mess beneath him. The pleasure built again, a deep ache in her core, and Logan shifted the position of his hips. He kept his gaze on hers, watching her reactions.

‘Like that,’ she gasped and his mouth tipped into a sexy smile as he did the same motion again. Sparks shot to her toes.

‘Touch yourself, Jeanie,’ he said, still thrusting into her in long slow strokes. He dipped his head and whispered the next words into her ear almost like he was too shy to say them to her face despite everything they were doing. ‘Make yourself come.’

How could this man be so unbelievably sexy and adorably sweet at the same time? Jeanie wasn’t about to question it. Logan shifted his hips again, giving her more space and she slipped her hand between her legs.

Logan watched her with hungry eyes. His hands dug into her thighs as he held her at just the right angle. Her fingers worked faster, moving in conjunction with Logan’s thrusts. It didn’t take long. Her orgasm hit her hard and sudden, and so unexpectedly good, like this whole damn thing. Jeanie gasped out Logan’s name as he shuddered and groaned above her, following her right into the surprising pleasure of it all.

He carefully rolled off her and laid beside her. ‘That was...’ she panted, her forehead against his shoulder.

‘Yeah,’ he rasped, his own breath still coming in short spurts. ‘Damn, Jeanie.’

She giggled, happiness burbling up behind the release. Logan planted a kiss on her head, and then got up to clean up the condom. When he returned and wrapped himself around her, nothing had ever felt more right.

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