With a note of awe in his voice, he murmured, “Your breasts are one of my many favorite parts of your body.”
She tried to pull his hands away, but he held on. Katie was self-conscious about her breasts. If she had to list the things she didn’t like about them, she’d have a million things, but the top two were that they were barely a B cup and her nipples were larger than she thought they should be. “Why do you like them?”
Logan kneaded them and tweaked her nipples, causing her body to jolt. “Because of that,” he whispered. “And because the nipples look like tasty little raisins.”
She laughed. “I’ve never heard it put like that before.” Reaching up, she covered his hands—her favorite body part.
Katie had never noticed the differences in the shades of her body, but now, she wondered if Logan noticed them. He touched her like he didn’t care, and he’d made love to her as if he had something to prove.
She had to admit there were times the night before when their lovemaking was so intense, she feared she’d never come down. He seemed to understand her—gentle at times, and rough when she needed it. Her legs ached, her back was stretched in ways meant for a gymnast, and her lady parts needed a day. . . well, maybe two days of rest.
Water sloshed around the tub as Logan adjusted his big body deeper into the water, taking Katie with him. “What are you thinking about?” Logan asked, his hand tracing a hot path down her belly and over her pelvic bone.
“Wondering how long it will take me to recover from last night.”
His hand stopped. After a short pause, he placed a kiss on her neck. “Are you still sore, baby?”
“A little, but in a good way. A very good way.” She giggled at his gruff groan.
“I suppose we could cuddle in here until the water cools?” His hands made their way back to her breasts.
She rolled her eyes, still not sure why he felt the need to hold those little things, but inwardly ecstatic he paid attention to them at all. Most men loved her butt, and she was always less than enthusiastic about what they wanted to do to it.
Cradled in his warmth, Katie closed her eyes. “Tell me about your plans. Better yet, let’s make our plans now.”
“Our plans?”
She nodded. “Yeah, what’s in store for our future?” She was a tad bit worried about her father’s reaction to him, but she had made her mind up weeks ago and there was no changing it. She wanted a future with Logan, and no one—neither her father, nor Teal—was going to stop it.
Logan was a convicted felon, but Katie could look past that, as long as he worked hard to get his life back on track.
Logan wasn’t too sure what he planned to do. Katie lay snuggled against him, and it took all he had to not slip between her legs and make love to her again. Maybe he’d been a bit too rough with her last night, but in reality he’d held back . . . a lot.
Her small body shuddered in his arms, and Logan grinned in satisfaction. He loved touching her smooth skin and the way his hands glided against it.
He wanted to talk about the future with Katie, but her wet body was such a distraction, his mind couldn’t settle on any one thing. Using his knees to part her thighs, he pulled a hand away from her breast to reach down between her long legs. Katie softly moaned in response.
Logan made a mental promise to be as gentle as he could, but he had to touch her. He had to hear her call his name in that reverent tone that made his chest bolster and his manhood stand at attention. Softly, he stroked her. He wasn’t trying to change the subject, because after he finished—after she whispered his name and arched her back in release—he’d talk about anything and everything she wanted to talk about.
Searching for the certain little button, he lightly feathered his fingers over her flesh. Katie’s breath caught in her chest and she placed her arms under his, holding tight. Logan increased the pressure, kissing and nibbling her neck, waiting for the signs of her release. He’d memorized them. No, they’d engrained themselves in his memory.
Her voice was so soft, he wasn’t sure he’d heard it. She murmured his name on a sigh and Logan gingerly bit her neck, applying enough pressure to cause her to cry out.
Water sloshed out of the tub and onto the floor, but he didn’t care. The sound of his heart beating roared in his ears, and the sound of Katie’s gasps and moans urged him on. Her warm body moved steadily across his lap, but this moment wasn’t for him, it was only for her. He clenched his teeth and his body begged for its own release.
Logan shoved his face into Katie’s back, never releasing her center from his hands as he fought his own need. Her body rocked against his erection, and Logan was so damned turned on from her scent and the way his fingers easily danced with her slippery nub, that Logan thought he might finish when she did.
Katie’s body pulled tight and her nails scored his skin. Logan plunged a finger inside of her, listening as she came apart in his arms. The sound was amazing; his name had never sounded so beautiful. He would be content to hear her scream his name from now until forever.
Removing his finger, he rubbed the little nub until Katie’s body twitched and jerked. Her breaths came in short pants and her beautiful brown eyes glazed over. He leaned in and tasted every inch of her mouth, before pulling back with a satisfied moan.
He wanted to take her past the twitch, past the overly sensitive jerks and groans, so he kept rubbing. Katie moved her hips, trying to escape his greedy fingers, but he applied more pressure and rubbed harder.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Her body jerked and her head flew back. “I’m gonna. . . I. . .baby!” she screamed.
Logan’s chest puffed with pride. There was nothing better than seeing her come apart in his arms. “Now, I’m ready to talk about our future.”
She chuckled and shook her head.
He pushed her legs together and started talking. “I have a few things to handle in Kentucky.” A disappointed groan came from Katie. “It won’t take long. I just need time to talk to a lawyer about Elma’s will and find out what Trent’s been up to.”
“What about after? Does your probation mean you have to stay in Vermont?” She turned her head and gazed up at him. Her curls were dampened from the water, and her eyes were still hooded.
Logan thought there was no way she could ever look sexier than she did now.
“Are you going to stay here in Vermont?”
He thought about it for a moment. He didn’t want a long distance relationship, and he couldn’t ask her to move with him to Kentucky with his turbulent past there, nor did he want to barge into her home by moving in with her so soon into the relationship.
He could afford his own place, and they could date like normal couples did. Rushing always fucked things up. His lawyer had told him he had options. There were a few rules that’d allow him to leave the state while on parole, and even a few more that allowed him to return home for good.
“I guess I could get an apartment out here, but I’d have to find a job first and my lawyer is handling the fact that I need to leave the state. I just need to meet up with my PO and I should be good.” He didn’t think there were many places willing to hire an ex-con, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying. “Finding a job up here will be hard. I already have a place to stay and a job lined up in Kentucky.” He kissed her nose when she frowned.
Her voice sounded lost in disappointment. “Sounds like you have more reasons to go than to stay.”
She was right. There were many reasons why Logan should go home.
“Hmmm . . . that may be the case, baby, but the one reason I have to stay trumps everything.” Many people would tell Katie she was too good for Logan, but he wouldn’t leave her side unless she asked him to.
“Good.” She reached up to pet his face. “You want me to go down with you? I’ve been to Kentucky before.”
Logan licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how to tell her about Trent and his connections to the KKK. He also didn’t want her to worry that going back hom
e would put him in danger, or back on the wrong path. However, he couldn’t lie to her. “No, Trent isn’t the type of man I want to bring you around.” He kissed her, hoping to soften the blow.
Coming back up for air, she asked, “Is he racist?”
Logan could only nod and watch her think on his words.
“Okay then, you go home and get your life down there in order, and then you come back to me.” She sat up, and Logan’s eyes instinctively dropped to her dark, puffy nipples. Katie hooked her finger under his chin and lifted until his gaze was on hers. She was serious as hell. “You have one week, and only one week, to come back or I am coming after you, Logan Whyte.”
He nodded his agreement, and she gave him a peck on the cheek before lifting out of the water. Logan patted her ample bottom as she got out of the tub.
After she found a towel, she held it out for Logan. “When you are gone, I’ll talk to my dad. It might go over better if you aren’t here.”
Logan raised up out of the water and took the towel she offered. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll leave the day after tomorrow so we can spend some more time together.”
When he’d finished drying off, he flung the towel over the railing, picked Katie up—even though she was in the middle of drying herself off—and chuckled at her surprised squeal. He felt lucky. His life was coming together, and Katie was an integral part.
Two days of isolation with Logan in his hotel room seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. While he’d only left once for a meeting with his lawyer and PO, Katie had used that time for some well-needed rest. She didn’t want to leave, and she’d even offered to pay for some additional days, but Logan had flat out refused her money saying he wasn’t going to cost her a cent—ever. Katie was pleased and disappointed by his declaration, but he was right. He needed to get back home, and the faster he did, the faster he could come back to her.
Her phone rang as she was getting in her car. Logan looked at the display before he handed her the phone.
“I hate that you are lying to your father, Katie.” His voice sounded dejected. “This is starting off wrong.”
She took the phone. “Logan, I can either tell him I needed to get out of the house to write, or that me and my boyfriend, who happens to be an ex-con, were at a hotel where he made love to me so thoroughly that I’ll only have fifty percent usage of my legs for the rest of my life.” She placed her finger in a shushing gesture over her lips when Logan started to laugh.
“Yes, Dad?” Katie started the car as she answered the phone and adjusted the heat. April’s in Vermont still offered frost, and a chill was in the air . . . as well as in her father’s voice.
“Have you left the hotel yet?” His voice was short and clipped.
Katie could hear in his voice that he was upset about something. She’d talked to him yesterday and told him she was working on a deadline and needed a change of scenery to get her creative juices flowing. She hated lying to her dad, but she couldn’t imagine telling him the truth at the moment. On top of that, Katie was an adult, she wasn’t sure why she always felt the need to explain her actions to others.
“Yes, I’m heading back now.” Unsure of what was happening with her dad, Katie forced pep into her voice even though dread filled her heart. She glanced over to Logan and gave him a look that she hoped conveyed her nervousness.
“Good, I’ll head over after this meeting. I need to discuss something with you.”
Katie’s heart jumped into her throat. There was no way she was going to hide Logan in her house, she was too old for that, but she wasn’t ready to introduce him to her father yet.
“Um . . .” She searched her brain for an excuse. “How about Mel’s Bistro in an hour?” That was their normal spot. She didn’t think he’d mind meeting there.
He cleared his throat. “I need to speak to you in private, Katie.” Her heart dropped, and she cursed Teal in her head. Her best friend had betrayed her trust and told her father. She wouldn’t put it past her—it’d happened once or twice before.
“Uh, okay. Is everything okay?” She grasped the steering wheel. Logan reached for her hand, placing it in his, and she loosened her grip.
“I sure hope so, but I’ll have to talk to you about it when I get there in an hour and a half. Love you, Katie.” Her father’s voice softened.
“Love you, too, Dad,” Katie responded before disconnecting the call. She turned to Logan and said, “Looks like you’ll be meeting my father sooner than expected.” She was freaking out inside, but Logan seemed calm. Bees buzzed in her head and her stomach ached. “You aren’t nervous?” She pulled the car from the parking spot and headed out of the lot.
Logan pulled her hand into his lap. “It is what it is, Katie. I really don’t want you lying to him anymore. I don’t want him to have any excuse not to accept me in your life.”
Katie knew there was one big reason why her dad wouldn’t accept him, but she planned on convincing him to give Logan a chance. How she planned on doing that was beyond her, but she would try.
Driving up the hill, she parked in front of her house. They stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door.
“Looks like my baby is pretty successful.”
She glanced at Logan looking over the house. She saw the awe in his eyes and smiled. It was a modest home in her opinion; not too big or too small. Everything was brand new when she’d moved in, and there was a large front and back yard. Her dream was to get a dog, but she hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
“I do all right,” she said humbly as she put the key in the door and pushed it open. Stepping inside, she looked around. Ordinarily, Katie worried about what her guest would think about her home—like, was there a funny smell, was her furniture nice, or did they see an ant crawling on something—but with Logan, Katie had none of those concerns.
He glanced at her pictures on the wall, and then sat down on the couch and patted his lap. Katie threw her keys on the end table and perched herself on his strong thighs.
“When your dad gets here, I think you should tell him the truth.”
Katie hated when Logan took a disapproving tone with her; it made her feel so young.
“And what would you have me say, Logan?” she retorted hotly. “He isn’t going to understand, and I just don’t want to disappoint him.” Katie knew that being an adult meant making your own choices, but that didn’t mean the choices you made only affected you. If you screwed up, the backlash might fall onto others, and Katie knew her father would say just that to her.
He shrugged. “I don’t care.” His voice was cold. “I’m not going to be some dirty little secret, Katie.”
She turned in his lap and took him in. She hadn’t thought of it like that. Kissing him, she apologized. “I’m sorry. You aren’t a secret to me. I guess I’m just trying to avoid the stress of an argument.”
He huffed. “An argument that will be so much worse if you keep lying.”
Katie agreed, but was still looking for ways to push this meeting back. She stood from his lap even as he tried to pull her back down.
“I need to change my clothes and do something with my hair.”
Logan followed her into her room, watching as Katie picked out a shirt and a pair of jeans, and changed her clothes. “I was thinking about something.” She motioned for Logan to follow her into the bathroom, where she plugged up her flat iron.
“Maybe Howard could hire you over at his auto repair shop?” Katie knew that Logan wanted to work and make his own money, but if he couldn’t find a job, she was worried he’d move back to Kentucky to work with Trent.
Long distance wasn’t something Katie had ever done, but she was almost positive it’d kill her. Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but her heart cracked at the thought of not having Logan next to her.
He came into the bathroom, placed the lid down, and sat on the toilet as Katie straightened her hair. “Maybe. It’s the work I used to do, so I have experience.” Logan stood and pulled the f
lat iron from Katie’s hand. “What are you doing?” His brow crinkled when he picked up the small section of hair that Katie had straightened.
She looked at him in the mirror. “I’m doing my hair.”
“Stop. Whatever you are doing, stop.” He chuckled and patted her bottom. “I love the curls.”
Katie glanced at her head in the mirror. “No way, look at how frizzy it is!” She pointed to the top, where the frizzies rose in all directions. The past two days without a proper comb had worked its voodoo on her head.
Logan ran his hands through her hair. “Well, I like it curly.”
She picked up a bottle of moisturizer and shook it. “I guess I can add some moisturizer to it. Normally it takes the frizz away.”
Logan moved behind her and kissed her neck. “Good. Now, I am going to catch a quick nap before your father comes over. I have a feeling I’ll need all of my wits for this.”
Katie frowned and started working on her hair. Unfortunately, she felt the same way.
When her dad’s SUV pulled into the driveway, Katie felt a bit faint. She’d thought about what she was going to say and how she was going to say it.
Logan was seated on the couch with a magazine on his lap. He was this large, tatted man looking through a Cosmo. If Katie hadn’t felt like she was about to puke, she’d have laughed at the humor in it. When her father knocked on the door, Katie took a deep breath and opened it.
“Hey, Dad,” Katie said cheerily, but her eyes were drawn to the folder in his hand, which was stuffed with paper. Those papers could be anything, she rationalized. She knew that Logan still had her letters, so the previous fear of her father having read them was tenuous.
“Katie,” he responded, stepping past her to enter. She’d never been so happy that she hadn’t let Logan convince her to spill her secret in her letters. She followed her father out of the foyer and into the living room where Logan sat. Katie crossed her arms over her belly as her dad eyed Logan. Suddenly, he turned to her and handed her the folder. “I’d hoped that Teal was playing a joke, but it seems she wasn’t.”
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