“No,” he forces out, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. When he looks at me again, I’m almost knocked off my feet by the powerful emotion in his eyes.
“Just leave, Logan,” I beg, pushing against his chest and stepping away from him. “Please just leave me.”
He shakes his head, his gaze locked onto mine. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can,” I shout, my mind racing as I try to think of anything to make him leave. “Go. The door is right there. Just fucking leave.”
Tears are pouring down my face by the time I’m done, and he takes a step toward me. I back up, shaking my head but he advances again. “Logan!” I scream. “Leave me.”
“I can’t,” he says again, his voice so sure that deep down, I know there’s no way I’ll convince him to leave. What the hell is keeping him here? Is it some sense of loyalty that he feels he owes me since we’ve been seeing each other for a while? Or is it the work he does with the club that’s keeping him rooted in my kitchen?
“Leave!” I yell again, and he shakes his head.
“No.” He takes another step toward me, and I back up again, my back hitting the wall.
“Fucking leave me!” I scream at him, louder than ever before, and he blows out a breath as he shakes his head and presses his body up against mine.
“I can’t,” he snaps, his voice full of anger but his eyes telling me something completely different. “I fucking love you, Ali. From the moment I met you, my fate was sealed, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what you say to me. And I will end this fucker, do you hear me? I will make him pay for the hell he’s put you through, and you will never have to be scared again because you’re mine, and I will rip apart anyone that gets in between us.”
I gape up at him, my mind racing, and somehow still blank as the air punches out of my lungs again and again.
“We clear, Kitten? I love you, and I’m never walking out of that door. End of fucking discussion.”
Slowly, I nod. His words ring in my head again and again as what he said sinks in, and finally, a little smile teases my lips. He reaches up and cradles my face in his hands as he runs his thumbs over my bottom lip.
“What?”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, grinning, and he chuckles.
“I know. Every single emotion that you feel shows on your face. You can’t hide from me.”
Leaning up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his as he lifts me in the air, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me back against the wall before pulling away from my kiss.
“We done with all this yellin’ shit?”
I laugh and nod. “Yeah, I think we’re done.”
“Good, ‘cause I’ve got plans to make you do a whole different kind of yelling,” he says, grinning at me as he pulls me away from the wall and turns into my bedroom.
“That’s presumptuous of you,” I tease, and he shakes his head as he tosses me down on the bed. I giggle as I bounce a couple times before he slowly climbs over me, pulling my blouse up with his teeth and kissing my belly before continuing his journey to my mouth.
“Not presumptuous. We just had our first fight, and I’m pretty sure that means I get a whole night of make-up sex.”
I arch a brow and fight off a grin as he kisses up my neck. “Who says?”
“Shit, I don’t know. There’s got to be a handbook or something, somewhere. You started a fight with me, and now you gotta make it up to me.”
With a seductive smile on my face, I push on his shoulder and he rolls to my side and lays flat on his back. I straddle his thighs and trail my fingers down the front of his t-shirt. “I hope you’re prepared, then.”
“Don’t tease me, woman.”
I plaster an innocent look on my face, and he laughs. “Who’s teasing?”
“Get to work,” he says, smacking my ass, and a thrill runs through me as I climb off him and strip next to the bed. He moves to the middle of the bed and props a pillow behind his head as he watches me, his eyes growing hungry with each new strip of skin revealed to him. As I slip my skirt and panties down my legs, he licks his lips and holds a hand out for me.
Taking it, I climb back on the bed and position myself between his legs, peeking up at him as I unbuckle his belt. He sits up enough to pull the shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Once I have the belt undone, I press my lips to his stomach, just above his jeans, and brush my breasts against his jean-covered erection as I slowly start kissing up his body.
“Kitten,” he groans, grabbing my arms and pulling me up his body. He steals a kiss, holding me captive as his tongue tangles with mine, and I moan. He releases one arm to smack my ass again as he pulls away. “Get back down there.”
I slide down his body, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before slowly pulling them down his thighs. He lifts his hips off the bed to help me, and his cock springs free, bobbing in front of my face as I shove his clothes the rest of the way down. He kicks them off and grabs the base of his shaft, pointing it toward my lips.
“Open your mouth, Baby,” he rasps, the gravel in his voice more pronounced than just a moment ago, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I follow his instructions and close my mouth around the head as I tease him with my tongue, and he groans softly, dropping his head to the pillow. I brush his hand out of the way and grab his length, gently stroking him up and down as I work him further and further into my mouth.
“Spin around,” he says, reaching down for my legs, and I release him long enough to position my pussy over his face before taking his cock in my hand again. He groans, louder this time as I take him into my mouth and he grips my ass tightly. After a moment, he starts kissing up the inside of my thigh and bites down. I yelp but he quickly soothes the sting with his tongue, and I sigh until he latches onto my pussy. He circles my clit with his tongue before dipping into me, and I moan around his length. Pulling away, I prop myself up on my hands as he slowly eats at me, slowly building me toward release.
His hand slips up my back, and he pushes down on my shoulder, directing me back to his cock, and I smile as I suck him between my lips. Focusing on what I’m doing, I press my tongue to the base of his shaft before running it up toward the tip, and he groans against my pussy. His fingers dig into my skin as he grips my ass and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I buck on top of him before taking him all the way, the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. I’m able to hold it for a few seconds before gagging. He groans and pushes my hips off him, moving over me as I fall to the bed. Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me under him and lines his cock up with my entrance.
“Look at me, Ali,” he says, his voice soft again, and I meet his eyes. He smiles, a brilliant smile that lights up his entire face and takes my breath away. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper as he slides home, and I fall into this perfect little piece of heaven where only he and I exist.
* * * *
“Stop making that face,” I say, glancing over at Logan next to me on the couch.
“You’re making me watch Pitch Perfect, Baby. I’m gonna make a face.”