As I opened the door and walked out, I was suddenly pushed back in by a familiar set of hands.
“What the -“
Logan kissed me with the force of a windstorm and I could do nothing but willingly take the brunt of his attack. He locked the door, securing our privacy.
He broke away and looked at me. His eyes were heavy with desire.
“You ran away didn’t you? Did you think coming in here would save you?” he asked, his voice softly purring in my ear. His skin was still slick with sweat, and I was surrounded by the scent of him. I wanted nothing more than to strip him bare and lick every inch of rock hard body.
“You’re wrong, Clare. Nothing will ever keep me from you. I’ll never stop chasing you.”
His movements were hurried and frantic as he lifted me up, sat me on the sink counter and spread my legs wide. My dress was pushed up to my waist, as his hands found my center, rubbing me through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Always so ready for me,” he murmured before gripping my thong and shredding it with his fingers. He took the now destroyed undergarment and placed it in the side pocket of his coat and then began unlatching his belt. The whole scene had me hovering on the edge, so overcome with need that I could feel my legs shaking in anticipation. Unable to wait, I reached out, pushing Logan’s hand out the way so I could take over the task of undressing him. I wanted to see him, touch him, and feel him buried deep inside me.
Logan’s eyes darkened as he watched my hands undo the button of his jeans, pull down the zipper and let his hard length spring free. As I wrapped my hand around its silky smooth perfection, Logan groaned in response.
Spreading me further, he stepped in between my legs, pressing his body against mine, rubbing the head of his c**k against my core, making me moan
“Tell me what you want Clare. I want to hear you say it,” he demanded.
“Fuck me,” I whispered the words he wanted to hear, and he went wild, burying himself in me with one powerful thrust. Pulling back, he drove in again harder, rattling me against the mirror. It was rough, primitive and God damn perfect. He thrust hard and fast, and I took it all, climbing closer and closer to ecstasy.
“You’re mine,” he growled, as I felt myself let go, screaming my release in tandem with Logan’s.
“I’m yours,” I answered, looking into his eyes, making sure he understood.
“I’m yours, Logan.”
Chapter Thirteen
~Clare~
“Hello?” I answered, attempting to juggle the phone in one hand and the thermometer in the other.
“Hey you,” Logan’s melodic voice filled the airwaves between us, making me smile and blush despite the chaos surrounding me. It had been a week since our bathroom escapade. I still can’t believe I had sex in a public bathroom! The time we spent at the club wasn’t nearly enough to put out the fire we’d created, and we spent the entire night at Logan’s making love. I did eventually get the chance to lick every inch of his delectable body, and it was divine.
“Hey, how was your day?” I asked as I inserted the electric thermometer in Maddie’s ear and began the ten-second wait that would tell me whether or not I would need to take her to the doctor’s office. Maybe I could just take her to Logan’s, I thought jokingly.
“Good,” he answered. “Went to work. Did the usual hero-type stuff. Saving lives, kicking ass. Whatever.” I rolled my eyes in laughter.
“I was about to go for a run, but I wanted to see what time you wanted me to pick you up tonight?” he asked.
He was so happy and I was going to completely ruin his mood.
“I have to cancel. Maddie’s sick,” I apologized as I shifted Maddie in my arms on the sofa. She curled into my arms, readjusting herself into a ball as I tried to keep the thermometer steady.
“She’s sick? Is she okay? What are her symptoms?” he rattled off question after question, humor gone and now in full doctor mode. Realizing the thermometer had already beeped, I pulled it out of her ear, looking at the results. Good. No fever.
“Nothing serious. She’s just complaining of an upset stomach and won’t eat. She’s been lethargic all day. Her temperature is normal so it’s not major. But I still better stay home with her. I’m so sorry I’m canceling on you.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Logan assured me. “Maddie takes priority over everything. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll have hundreds of other evenings to spend together, but tonight Maddie needs you. Take care of my princess,” he requested before hanging up.
I snuggled us into the couch with a blanket as Maddie watched Dora the Explorer. I seriously hated that cartoon. I really believed it was created to slowly whittle away the brains of parents everywhere. I did my best to tune it out as I ran my fingers through my daughter’s ginger colored curls.
Logan had planned on taking me to the movies tonight. It was something we had yet to do. We had already done so much together including going on hikes and visiting museums. We had been to countless restaurants and even taken Maddie to a movie, but we had never gone by ourselves. I couldn’t wait to snuggle up with him in that dark theater as we watched a movie and shared a cherry coke. It sounded cliché and stupid, but it was one of those classic things you did as a couple, and I wanted to share it with him.
But Maddie needed me, and I was a mother first. She was my constant and one of the only reasons I was able to come back after the grief of Ethan’s death threatened to swallow me whole. If I had been alone, and her precious life hadn’t been there depending on me to get up every day, I probably would have never truly recovered. In a way, I owed that tiny four-year old my life. She had saved me from myself, forcing me to pick up the pieces and be a stronger person than I would have been capable of otherwise.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to go on your play date with Logan, Mommy,” Maddie murmured as she watched her cartoon. I found it ridiculously adorable that she called them play dates.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll go on another one later,” I assured her.
“Mommy?” she asked, her inquisitive brown eyes finding mine.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you think Daddy would like Logan?”
Just when I thought I had her completely figured out, she pulled the rug out from under me. How could someone so small have such big thoughts swimming around in her head? And how did I answer that? Did I think Ethan would like the man I had fallen in love with? Would he approve? Most days I thought he would, when I felt like maybe he was the one who sent Logan to me in the first place. But there were still moments, in all honesty, when I felt guilty. When I would look down at the picture of the two of us I still had sitting on my nightstand, and wonder if he was looking down on me screaming because I was with another man.