and blanketed me in warmth.
―Logan, are you—‖
―What‘d you do, rehearse that?‖
―I‘m sorry?‖
―What the hell am I gonna do with you?‖
―No,‖ I almost whined, tired and hurt and not at all ready to fight
with him a second more. ―Just lis—‖
―Love,‖ he said, exhaling, ―we‘re not gonna date.‖ He chuckled.
―Why?‖
―Because you‘re already my whole life.‖
―Logan—‖
―Can I just tell you that there is no one else in my life that makes me
happy just to look at even though you give me so much crap?‖ he said, his
fingers tracing the curve of my face. ―I mean, Christ—just you not being
here when I got home tonight nearly killed me.‖
I turned away because I didn‘t want him to see my tears. But when
the light on his nightstand flipped on, I rolled my head back to look at
him.
―All my life I‘d had everything I wanted, I‘ve had everything my
way but you…. I swear to God, fighting with you will keep me young.‖
What could I say?
―Do you have any idea how frustrating you are?‖
He was ignoring the fact that I had tears welling up in my eyes,
trying to divert my thoughts to tangling with him instead. It was really
very thoughtful.
―You drive me crazy, and everybody I know—my family, all my
friends, the whole tribe, for crissakes—everyone thinks that you‘re the
best thing that ever happened to me.‖
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I swallowed hard.
―Because when you‘re around, I‘m a better man.‖
The way he was looking at me, the love I saw there, it was
overwhelming.
―And you make everything fun.‖
I smiled through my tears.
―Hell, just getting groceries with you is an adventure. I mean—no
one needs four kinds of cereal.‖
I rolled sideways into him, hooking my right arm around his neck,
hugging him tight.
―And don‘t gimme that crap that you‘re buying it for everyone; you
buy it for you.‖ He snickered, giving me a zerbert on the neck and causing
goose bumps.
I squirmed closer, and he clutched me to him, sitting up and then
leaning back against the headboard, lifting me into his lap, yanking me
forward so I was straddling his thighs. He was so strong, my slight weight
was of no consequence to him.
―What?‖ He smiled warmly, his eyes molten gold.
―I love you so.‖
―Yes, I know,‖ he said, chuckling, ―but it doesn‘t excuse the cereal.‖
I nodded, unable to speak. The man had me speechless over a
discussion of Frosted Flakes.
His hands slid up and down my back, sliding over my bare skin.
―And all the different kinds of coffee and the damn creamer… who needs
that many flavored creamers?‖
The man had beautiful lips, and they were there, beckoning, ready to
be kissed.
―All the crap you buy.‖
―I don‘t buy crap,‖ I sniffled, my voice nasal.
―Okay,‖ he said, kissing the curve of my shoulder. ―Whatever you
say, just….‖ He squeezed me tighter, molding my half-naked body to his.
―Could you just please… please let me take care of you, all right?‖
And I wanted to, but…. ―I don‘t need to be saved or rescued—I‘m
not some damsel in distress. I‘m a guy, and I have to be strong on my
own.‖
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His hand slid down over my ass, cupping it before gently pulling me
forward which pressed my lengthening cock against his own hardening
flesh. The friction felt amazing, and I caught my breath.
―I don‘t want to save you—you don‘t need saving. You hardly need
anything, which is why I‘m so crazy about you.‖ Hands that had been
stroking my ass clamped tight, making sure I couldn‘t get away, rocking
me forward so that his straining cock settled snuggly between my ass
cheeks. He moved under me, rubbing, grinding, his eyes narrowing to
slits, his mouth opening, tasting the air between us. ―You‘re stubborn and
cold sometimes, and you don‘t trust me with all your secrets, but when
you‘re in my arms, I can see in your eyes
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