Ghosts of Averoigne

“You weren’t doing any complaining,” said Logan. “And if I recall, you always pushed harder than me.”

“I was nineteen. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing.”

He laughed. “Think any of us do?”

They were even closer now. Somehow during the conversation, one or both of them had snuggled in.

“Alright, maybe I understand why,” she admitted, dropping her gaze. “But the way it ended—”

He leaned in and kissed her. It was quick. Bold. But not entirely unexpected.

Kara’s mind spun, dizzily. She was lost between places. Between choices.

“I—I just—”

His lips pressed hard, churning insistently against her own. She could smell him, taste him. She could remember him. And then suddenly… suddenly Kara was kissing him back. She did it hungrily. Thirstily. Without reservation.

Dumb dumb dumb!

She pushed — no shoved aside the voice in her head. The voice no longer mattered. All that mattered was Logan’s two strong arms, sliding around her. Keeping her safe in the warmth and security of the world beneath their blankets.

Her lips parted slightly, and his tongue entered her mouth. It slid sexily against her own. Kara allowed her body to relax, her brain flooding with the pure, familiar pleasure of being crushed against her former lover. Everything came rushing back, all at once. The memories of being together. Of Logan on top of her. In her…

All of it was glorious.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss.

She hesitated, but only for a second.

“Maybe.”

He laughed, but his eyes remained serious. “Say it.”

Kara sighed, squirming a bit in his arms before finally going limp. She surrendered, but only because she wanted to.

“Okay, I want you.”

It was true. Oh God, was it true…

“Good.”

He rolled her onto her back, slipping one hand beneath her T-shirt. Kara arched her back and let him. As his warm palm slid over the naked curve of her breast, she moaned.

“I’ve missed you…”

For years, they were the three simple words she’d wanted to hear. She craved them. Dreamed about them.

Right now they actually scared her.

“I… I missed you too.”

She couldn’t believe it. It was like someone had taken over her body and actually spoken for her. Logan’s mouth closed on hers again, kissing her over and over until she was delirious. Her shirt was pulled up, exposing her breasts. His lips kissed their way down her neck, her shoulder…

“Ohhh…”

Kara gasped as Logan’s mouth closed over her nipple. His stubble tickled her breast. She pulled him in anyway.

“Oh fuck…”