Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty-Two

LOGAN

Rae stares at the empty gelato cups in the center console, eyes wide. ~Fuck~. I hope I didn’t offend her.

I figured she wouldn’t want to look at the gelato anymore, but she’s probably convinced I think she’s too weak to be in the same car as the damn ice cream.

I know she panics when she feels put on the spot, but I had no idea it was this severe. She just seemed so…thrown off and sad. Deeply sad.

I could tell she was beating herself up internally from the way she slunk to my car, keeping her head down so I wouldn’t see her cry.

I just want to wrap her in my arms and let her know what an incredible person she is. Before I can get a word out, she bursts into a fit of giggles.

I do my best to keep the confusion off my face. I don’t have to try for long because she leans in and kisses my cheek, lips lingering, and I pull her head closer to mine, desperate to taste her.

She grabs at the neckband of my shirt, fingernails lightly scratching my chest, and lets out a satisfied hum when I part her lips with my tongue. We explore each other’s mouths, swirling our tongues together.

Rae’s gentle fingers run against my chest and tangle in my hair. It doesn’t take long before my blood starts rushing down south. ~Damn~. I don’t think I’ve been this turned on by making out since high school.

“Thank you,” Rae whispers when she breaks the kiss.

“For kissing you?”

“For making this a perfect date even after I fu—”

I know what she’s about to say, and I’m not going to let her get the words out. No fucking way. Once she says them aloud, she’ll solidify her belief, which is completely false. Not letting that happen.

“Rae,” I interrupt.

Her eyes jump from her lap and meet mine. “Yes?”

“You’re perfect. Don’t you dare argue with me.”

She bites her lip. “What will you do if I disagree?”

My eyes widen. Is she saying… No, no chance Rae is into that. Is she? She’s full of surprises. ~Fuck~. I’m beyond hard right now. “I’ll have to convince you, then.”

“Deal.” The tears are gone from her face. She’s smiling now, radiating this indescribable glow. Then, her cheeks redden, and she peeks at me through her lashes. “How are you going to convince me?”

***

I’m honestly shocked I didn’t get a speeding ticket rushing back to my place just now.

The elevator from the parking garage is jam-packed. I lean against the back wall, and Rae leans against me, her ass pressing against my erection.

As the elevator slowly empties, floor by floor, the other occupants spread out, but Rae doesn’t budge.

Thank God for that. I’m about to burst out of my jeans.

She has to jog to keep up with my pace as I hurry from the elevator to my apartment. ~How are you going to convince me~?

I swear, she’s the most perfect woman in the universe. Perfect on every level. Brilliant, beautiful, sexy as fuck, kind, caring.

I push open the door, and she dives into my arms. We stumble backward onto the couch, falling over the arm. Cushions shoot in every direction as we attack each other like animals.

Fabric rips, and I don’t know whose clothing we just ruined, but I don’t give a fuck, and Rae doesn’t even react to the noise.

We only surface for air when our clothes are gone, strewn about the living room. A raspy giggle fills my ears, and I follow Rae’s eyes to the corner lamp, where her bra dangles from the shade.

I couldn’t tell you which one of us threw it there.

Doesn’t matter.

I scoop Rae, still giggling, into my arms and lay her down gently on my bed. Her deep brown eyes, dazed and glossed over, trace my body as I loom over her.

We pause our attack to study each other. I could look at nothing else but Rae’s body for the rest of my life and die a happy man.

Every last inch of her drives me insane, from her perky breasts that fit perfectly in my hands to the tiny dimples by her hips and the sweetness between her legs.

Speaking of.

Rae squeals as I pull her to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs over the side. I kneel before her—as I should; she’s a queen—and tickle her inner thighs with my lips.

She giggles out my name, tugging at my hair the way she does when she wants me to kiss her.

I shake my head. “This is how I convince you.”

She gasps when my lips find her center. Fuck, she’s dripping wet. I lose myself in her taste and the breathy moans slipping from her lips.

One of her hands is twisting the sheets into a ball; the other is buried in my hair. With each shiver, her grip tightens.

“Oh, Logan… Oh, I’m go— ~oh~!”

I keep my tongue at the pace she loves while I press her hips into the mattress as they threaten to buck.

The noises coming out of her mouth are so fucking hot, I’ll be on the edge myself in no time. Raspy moans when I stay steady, tiny whimpers when I increase the pressure.

She screams and tosses her head back when she comes. Shivering and moaning, she slowly descends from her high.

“Logan…” My name leaves her lips in a raspy whisper.

“Convinced yet?” I tease.

A shiver takes control of her body, and all she can do is nod. Fuck, I love the way she reacts to me.

I’d say I love the control I have over her, but she has the same with me. Just her taste is enough to make me lose my mind.

She lifts her arms, inviting me into her embrace. My head falls in the crook of her neck.

Slowly, I trail kisses from her shoulder to her breasts, but before I can do any more convincing, she tugs my hair and brings my lips to hers.

“ ~Mm~ . I taste myself,” she breathes.

Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.

“I want to taste you now,” she murmurs.

I won’t lie; I’d love to see my cock between her lips again, but tonight’s about her. “Let me make love to you.” The words slip out, and I feel my stomach drop. I don’t know how Rae will interpret that.

Too forward? Fuck. Definitely too forward. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s our second goddamn date.

I force my eyes to meet hers, ready to apologize, but my breath catches in my throat when I see her smile.

The brightest, most radiant smile I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I grin back and dive in for another kiss.

We leave no space between our bodies. We’re tangled together, two pieces of a puzzle, magnets finding their other halves. I only disconnect to fish a condom out of my nightstand.

I want nothing more than to feel her without barriers, but I couldn’t ask that of her, not so soon, and I don’t even know if she’s on birth control.

Her hand finds mine as I tear open the packaging. “We don’t—” She bites her lip “—if you want… I’m on the pill.”

She’s testing my self-restraint. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I breathe.

She nods and, taking my cock in her hand, guides me to her soaking center. Her hot walls clench around me when I push inside. She’s so fucking tight, I won’t last a minute.

I try to keep my mind on anything but her low moans and the soft slickness between her thighs, but it’s a losing battle, and soon I’m lost in Rae. Everything about her makes me go wild.

The way her breasts bounce when I thrust, the gasps she emits when I find the spot that drives her crazy, the sweet pain of her fingernails digging into my back.

Our foreheads press together and our eyes never leave one another as we make love. I roll my hips into hers, and she moans my name, clawing at my back.

Just slightly, I increase the pace, feeling myself inch closer to the edge. When she comes, she cries out, her usually soft voice raspy and loud, filling the room with the sound of her climax.

I follow Rae over the edge, groaning her name as I explode inside of her.

I fall beside her, catching my breath. She props herself onto her elbow and leans into me, a cascade of chocolate hair tickling my shoulder. “Logan,” she whispers.

“Yes, beautiful?”

She giggles. “Consider me convinced.”