Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 11
LOGAN
Walking out of Bree’s apartment was hard this morning. But getting out of her bed was damn near impossible. I wanted to roll her to her back and slide into her, but I resisted. She slept through the night. That was what I wanted, and it happened, but now I can’t stop thinking about her. I went to the gym and ran harder than I had in a long time, just trying to expend some of this extra energy.
I went to my sister’s house, and she made me try a bunch of new recipes she’s been experimenting with. I caught Zach up with what’s been happening in the office, and then I checked in with each of my brothers and reminded them all about the fundraiser next week. I went back to Savage Ink and had a talk with Aiden. After getting his approval, I redid the security system for the door that leads to the apartment upstairs, and after leaving the instructions with Aiden, I hightailed it out of there. I was hoping to avoid seeing Bree, but in a way I was secretly hoping to see her too, so I’m not sure what I’m doing with myself these days.
At eleven o’clock at night, I find myself sitting in my truck outside of Bree’s apartment again. I’m a fool, that’s what I keep telling myself. I know this is a bad idea, and I know I should stay away from her, but I can’t help it. There’s something deep inside me that needs to know she’s okay.
For an hour, I sit here watching her bedroom window, and when I see the light come on, I know she’s having trouble sleeping.
I do the same as I did the night before, except this time, I use a code to get inside the door downstairs. When I’m stationed outside her door, I call her.
It rings five times, and instead of answering, she’s opening the door with a big smile on her face. She leans against it. “Is this how it works? I turn my bedroom light on and you magically appear?”
I kick off my shoes next to the door and stroll past her silently.
“Aiden wouldn’t tell me who put the security system on the door downstairs, but I know it was you.”
I just grunt as I walk into the bedroom and take my shirt off, tossing it to the chair in the corner. I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch her as she leans against the door. I pat the bed beside me. “Well, come on. You’re not going to sleep standing there.”
She walks toward the bed and sits down next to me. “What are we doing here, Logan?”
I jut my chin at her. “You can’t sleep. I’m staying so you can sleep.”
She leans toward me, pink-cheeked, and her voice is barely a whisper. “What if I don’t want to sleep?”
I sit up straighter. I thought I could come in here, hold her for the night, and then leave before she gets up in the morning. I keep saying I’m doing this for her, but I’m doing it for me too. I want to hold her. Fuck, I need it.
“Bree…” I start.
She shakes her head. “Forget it. You’re right. I appreciate you doing this.”
She lies down and pulls the covers up over her body. I blow out a slow breath. This is too much temptation, and I’m not sure how long I can resist her, but I’m willing to try. “You coming over here?”
She slides toward me and presses her curvy body into my side. I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles closer. A few seconds go by, and she squirms as if she’s having trouble getting comfortable.
“You okay?”
She nods against my chest.
Without thinking about it, I stroke my hand up and down her back soothingly.
Eventually we’re going to have to talk about us, but I don’t want to do it now. This is too intimate, and when we do talk, I need to have a clear head.
Bree’s breathing starts to even out, and she softens into me. I know the instant she’s asleep because her little sighs stop.
I should sleep, but I don’t. My body is wired and hard, and I steel myself against the temptation of having her in my arms.
She pulls her leg up across my body, and it touches my hard manhood. The groan leaves me before I can stop it. She jerks awake, lifting her head and looking at me in surprise. She doesn’t move her leg. If anything, she presses her thigh more firmly against my erection, and I groan again. Without thinking, I put a hand on her ass to hold her still. “Fuck, Bree, don’t move.”
Her voice is low and husky. “Logan…”
It’s like I can hear the need in her voice. I should put some distance between us, but instead I grip her ass in my hands, holding her to me.