Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I grab the antiseptic wipes and bring his hand up. “Why are you bleeding?”
He doesn’t respond, and I hate the silence. He doesn’t even wince when I put the wipe onto his scraped up hand.
We stand up afterward and he stretches out his hand and arm, seeming very lethargic.
“Did you crack into a bottle of wine?” I ask him.
“No. Haven’t had a drop,” he says. “I’m just very sleep deprived lately.”
It takes a moment before he meets my eyes again. He gives me a long look, his eyes like two grey clouds, and something in him looks fucking broken.
I don’t understand him.
But it’s painfully obvious he needs a hug.
He can be distant all he wants, but I’m not blind. I step closer and wrap my arms around him tightly. I breathe in his scent as he stays rigid for a moment, not expecting the gesture.
But finally, he relents and lets his body melt against mine.
“Logan,” I tell him, my voice coming out a little raspy.
He leans back a little, and when I catch his eyes, it looks like something’s finally clearer in them. “I don’t know how to act around you.”
I’m not sure if that should break my heart or make me proud.
I bring my palm to his chest and grip his shirt there, balling the fabric up a little in my fist.
“I need to ask you a question,” I tell him, “and I need you to tell me the truth when you answer.”
He’s looking at my lips. A surge of something electric shoots through me.
He swallows hard. “I will.”
“Are you going to freak out if I kiss you?”
His pupils flare. “Probably. Yes.”
I nod. “You want me to do it anyway?”
“Chase, right now I’d probably let you do anything. Do it without asking. Punch me in the face. Bend me over and whip me. Please do whatever the fuck you want with me so I stop thinking so much—”
I close the gap between us in an instant, pressing my mouth to his.
The heat of his lips feels wicked, like there’s something burning between us. He exhales the moment our lips touch, and I don’t hold back.
I stay there on him, lifting my hand and bringing it to his hair to lace my fingers through it, and I’m surprised when Logan doesn’t seem to hold himself back either.
He opens for me, sliding his tongue along mine, and the slick sensation goes straight to my cock.
I bring my hips forward and rut up against his hip with my cock.
“Don’t give me that much permission,” I say against his lips before going back in to claim his lower lip with my teeth.
I pull his lip back slowly, then let it go, bringing my thumb to swipe over it.
“Can’t help it,” he says.
I’ve wanted it for so long.
Too fucking long.
“You let me do things like this, and I’ll want to do them all the time,” I warn him. “Don’t know if you’re ready for that.”
“Maybe you should try me. I’m not the same person I was last year. I… fuck, Chase, I’m so tired of self-control.”
“So drop it. I’m here. I’m in control now, and I can handle it. I want you to relax.”
He pulls in a long breath as I press a kiss to the edge of his lips. “Is that a command?”
“It absolutely is, Logan.”
I pull back a little, realizing one of my fists is still curled on his shirt while the other is tucked at the back of his hair.
“You deserve more than I give. You deserve to hear me speak more openly about my life. About my past. All of me.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything else,” I say against his neck. “We don’t owe each other shit. I’m well aware of that—”
“Will you stay here?” he says suddenly.
I squeeze him tighter. “You really must be sleep deprived to be asking that.”
“Fuck you,” he murmurs, his voice slightly muffled against the side of my head. “I’d still like it, even if I wasn’t. You were all over me on the couch this afternoon.”
“I thought I was bugging you earlier.”
He lets out a frustrated groan against me, almost like he’s pissed. “I loved it.”
I shift one hand down his back. He leans in to kiss me again, biting on my lower lip to pull it back now, just like I did to him. He gives me a sultry look afterward.
“I’ll stay here,” I tell him. “But only if you tell me why the hell you’re bleeding, and why you gave me an envelope stuffed with cash. If you don’t, I’ll fuckin’ threaten you.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Threaten me?”
I nod. “Yep. I’m not kissing you again until you tell me. That’s a fucking threat.”
“Is it bad that I want to find out what it’s like to be threatened by you?”
I lean in close, almost kissing him, but at the last moment I don’t do it.