“I was.” He nodded. “Sucks, babe. I fucking hate that you didn’t know who to call, hate the situation you were in and whatever fucking messes you might have experienced before, but you have to know something.”
“What?” I was both afraid and excited to hear his answer.
“Nothing, not one bad thing is ever going to touch you ever again. I won’t let it.” The sentiment was ridiculous. There was no way one person could do that for another. Life was too unpredictable to try. “And if anything did, I would be right by your side.” He sounded so serious. Like he really meant it. By god, I wanted to believe him.
“Logan,” I whispered.
“I know,” he interrupted, pressing his forehead against mine, forcing me to look into his eyes. “It’s fast and really fucking crazy. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But I know you’re supposed to be mine. I feel it here.” His hand took mine and pressed it against his heart. It was beating so fast I would have been worried had it not been for the fact I was pretty sure mine was matching his beat.
“Yours?” I whispered. We were so close I could feel every exhale against my lips. It made my mouth tingle and my body ache with need I’d never felt, not even close.
“Mine.” We’d just been sleeping, and I probably had horrible morning breath. He probably did, too. I shouldn’t want to kiss him, but that was the only thing running through my head.
“Would that mean you’d be mine?” I asked. A sliver of self-perseverance shined through. Even though I didn’t think he was the type to fool around or have women waiting around for him all over the place, I needed to hear it come from him.
“I already am, princess. Only yours. All yours.” I shivered at the deep tone of his voice. His nose flared as I sat up higher, bumping my center against his hardness. God, he was sexy. All hard and big compared to me.
“Logan?” I licked my lips, and he made a growl-like sound.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he rasped. My body felt like it shimmered from the inside out. I knew that when it came to the man in front of me, I had to take a chance. Every molecule in my body was yelling at me to do so. Even if whatever this was going to develop into turned into heartbreak and disaster, at least I’d carry all the beautiful memories that went with it.
“Would you kiss me?” I might have whispered it, and my voice might have shaken, but I felt brave in that moment. Brave and free, asking for what I really wanted.
“Vi—“
“I’ve never kissed anyone,” I shared a little louder and clearer now. Logan’s hands dropped from my hips and moved over the globes of my ass cheeks.
“Fucking hell, princess,” he growled. There was an intensity in his blue eyes that made me think he was trying to keep himself in control.
“I know. I’m probably way too inexperienced for you—“ I started to ramble, but he shook his head. There was something playing behind his eyes, something I couldn’t read.
“That’s not it, beautiful,” he rasped. My eyes fluttered shut, almost like everything I was feeling, every nerve ending standingat attention was too much. “I want you, too. I think you can feel”—he shifted, pressing his hardness against me—“how much I don’t mind that. It might make me sound like an asshole, but… fuck, Violet, I like knowing I’ll be all your firsts.” The intensity in his voice made me open my eyes.
“For now?” I asked, trying to safekeep my heart. He groaned.
“You’re killing me, beautiful girl.”
“Logan…” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“I’ll be all your firsts, and you’ll be all my lasts. For now and forever.” This was crazy. I wanted to believe his words. I wanted to belong to someone like him. Someone kind and generous who looked at me like his whole world could possibly revolve around me. But how was it possible?
“You sound like you mean that. Like you really, really believe what you’re saying.” I swallowed. My nerves were in tatters, because something else was happening.
Something that felt bigger than I could have ever imagined. Bigger than anything I would have ever dared wish or dream for.
“Look at me, gorgeous.” He tipped my head up, and my eyes connected with his intense gaze. My skin broke out into gooseflesh. “I never do anything I don’t want to, and I never say anything I don’t absolutely mean.”
“Logan.”
“I kiss you, beautiful, that’s it. Game over.” He said it like a warning, but to me, it sounded better than any promise I had ever heard.
“Game over?” It all sounded too good to be true. I was smarter than this, but I was still going to take a chance. I wanted to see where things went with him. There was something inside of me yelling to trust him.
“Please, kiss me,” I found myself almost begging, knowing I was completely sure I wanted this to go somewhere. If I didn’ttake a chance, I knew I would regret it until the day I died. “Please,” I whimpered, pressing my chest firmly against his.
“Oh, baby, I love hearing you beg, but you gotta know with me, you never have to.” The last word ended with a hushed grunt. Logan’s hands slipped through the back of my hair, and he gently tugged it back, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re mine, Violeta Perez.” And with that promise, his lips came down on mine, and just like that, it felt like all the air was sucked out of my lungs.
