Free Pros & Cons by Sydney Logan

should find whatever you need.”
    “Oh,” she says, drying her hands. “Where’s your room?”
    “First door on the right.” I grin. Yeah I didn’t plan it that way at all. “So if you need anything—”
    “I’ll just knock on the wall.”
    I nod. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
    We share a smile before she heads upstairs.
     

     
    The clock says it’s two in the morning. I’m wide awake. I could blame it on the deafening silence or the big dinner, but that’d be a lie. My mind is filled with the scent of her hair and the taste of her lips, and the knowledge that she’s right next door only makes it worse.
    Suddenly, I hear a soft rapping against the wall. It’s subtle, so quiet I’m almost sure I imagined it. But then I hear it again, and this time it’s a little more forceful. I lift my fist and knock in return. Another knock is her reply.
    It’s all the invitation I need.
    I bolt out of bed and run next door. I don’t even bother knocking before rushing into her bedroom. She’s kneeling on the mattress, wide-eyed and beautiful in some flimsy piece of lace that would be so easy to rip from her body.
    “Hi,” she whispers.
    Taking a deep breath, I walk as close to the bed as I dare. Her hair’s hanging down in wild curls that I itch to touch, but I somehow manage to stay rooted to the floor.
    “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”
    Jenna nods slowly and crawls closer to the edge of the bed.
    “What do you need, Jenna?”
    Her eyes remain on mine as she reaches up, fists the bottom of my T-shirt, and tugs me down onto the bed.
    “I need you.”
     

 

     

     
    I thought the parking lot kiss had been the most amazing kiss of my life.
    I was wrong.
    This kiss—with us barely dressed and on an actual bed—was by far the most passionate kiss ever.
    “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?” Ethan whispers roughly when we come up for air. His mouth makes a trail down the column of my throat, causing me to arch against him. We both moan when his hips shift against mine.
    I try to answer, but the truth is I don’t have one. The reason he can’t stop thinking about me is probably the same reason I can’t stop thinking about him. We get each other. We understand each other better than anyone else ever could. I try to formulate the words, but instead, I just kiss him harder. His hands slide down, and I nearly combust when his fingers trace the lace of my panties.
    “Protection?”
    It’s a question. A plea.
    He presses his forehead to mine. “No. I mean, there’s nothing here. You’re the only girl I’ve ever brought to my house.”
    Knowing I’m the only woman he’s allowed inside this part of his world warms my heart. The fact that we’re stuck in his little love shack out in the middle of nowhere—and without protection—is practically nauseating.
    “Don’t overthink this, baby,” Ethan says, peppering my face with kisses.
    Baby . It’s the one word that can sufficiently douse the raging fire.
    “Ethan, we can’t . . .”
    He sighs heavily. “Why can’t we? I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’ve been tested. Totally clean.”
    “Good to know,” I mumble breathlessly as he kisses his way down my throat. “Are you sterile, as well?”
    “Wouldn’t know.”
    “Exactly. Which is why we can’t do this.”
    He groans and buries his face in my hair.
    “Are you seriously ready for little con artist babies to be running around?”
    Ethan lifts his head and gazes at me. I can see the battle raging in his big blue eyes. He’s honestly considering saying yes.
    Men.
    I smile softly and gently run my fingers through his hair. Sometimes, it really sucks being the voice of reason.
    “You’re not, and neither am I.”
    He nuzzles my nose. “Maybe I could find a twenty-four hour pharmacy—”
    “Not tonight.”
    With a dejected sigh, he rolls off me and tries to catch his breath. I do the same, hoping to slow my racing heart. We stare at the