I was no longer in my car but in a truck. A sturdy one. And a big hand covered the top of my bare thigh.
I’d dreamt this before.
Being in someone’s arms while an overwhelming feeling of safety flowed through me. Almost like the man holding me would never let anything happen to me ever again. Life had given me its fair shares of punches. From losing my parents, who weren’t that great, but they were mine, to bouncing around foster homes and group homes, to aging out of the foster care system feeling lost and alone.
In my dream, I felt like I was a part of something. A sense of belonging I’d ached for longer than I would ever want to admit.
The strong arms clamped tighter around me, and my eyes grew heavier as I drifted back to sleep. Resting more soundly than I could ever remember sleeping.
When I woke up again, I turned to look into beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. I was a never-been-kissed twenty-five-year-old virgin. I had no experience past sharing a meal with a guy I’d been set up with that had been awkward to say the least. When he’d tried to kiss me after an evening of uncomfortable silence, I’d stuck my hand out to shake his and had shut the door in his face.
But this was different.
I wasn’t sure what it was about him. In the haze of everything that happened yesterday, I hadn’t really processed everything. The accident and the electric wires. Passing out and waking up to beeping sounds and Logan’s beautiful eyes, thinking I wished I could wake up next to him for the rest of my days.
“Morning,” his deep voice rumbled close to my forehead. So close my skin tingled with awareness. Tingles that moved down my body all the way to my toes.
“Morning,” I whispered back, trying not to choke on my heart that was currently trying to beat like that of a hummingbird. It started to race as the evening came rushing back. I had no idea what kind of brave inner goddess I channeled that I’d not only let him take care of me but do it completely naked. I’d never been naked in front of anyone other than a doctor. The most beautiful man I had ever seen. It wasn’t only his looks that drew me in but the man himself. And he had seen me naked.
And I’d cried in his arms.That isn’t sexy.
“I wish I could hear everything going up in that pretty head of yours,” he rasped as his hand stroked my hair.
“You saw me naked,” I blurted, not smooth enough or experienced enough to even try to play it cool.
This was my first of a lot of things!
First time sleeping with a guy. Wejustslept, but it still counted as something I’d never done. And holy cow, what a guy to do that with for the first time.
“You’re fucking adorable,” he whispered, snapping me out of my crazy, delusional thoughts. My eyes widened, and I blinked.
“I was— I’ve never—“ I stuttered, and his eyes softened. I could see how easily it could be to get lost in the warm pools of his gaze.
“Shh,” he soothed, then slowly, with the most tender touch known to man, he flipped us over, shifting us up and settling me on his lap. My hands instinctively held on to his broad shoulders. Not to push him away but to anchor myself. “A lot happened last night.”
I hadn’t expected him to say that. Not even close.
“It did?” My voice sounded scratchy in my ears.
“Some stuff I’m not sure you caught on to, so I’m gonna catch you up.”
“You are?” I sounded like an idiot. I had thought I’d met all sorts of people through my lifetime. I wasn’t that old or young, but my path had crossed with all sorts. Really good people and some who truly weren’t, and all the types in between.
But Logan somehow didn’t fit anywhere on there.
He was better than anyone I had ever come in contact with.
“You have to know that in my field of work, I see a lot of shit. Help get people out of all sorts of situations,” he started to say, and something in my gut tightened.
“Okay,” I sounded slowly. Was this when he told me he did this more often than not? I hadn’t got that impression, but maybe he had a hero complex or something?
“I’ve never stayed by someone’s bedside. I’ve never brought someone home. Especially not to my home.”
“But you felt obligated with me?” I guessed. When the words tumbled past my lips, his brows bunched.
“Not in the least. I’m going to be honest, and it’s going to make me sound insane, but I was trying to figure out how the hell to bring you home.” His confession was too much for my poor brain.
“You were?” I squeaked, blinking up at him.
