Baby For The Mountain Man

“What do you mean?” I asked. My stomach wiggled nervously. I knew this conversation was coming, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed. What if Logan still wanted us to run away together? Or what if he wanted custody? What did that look like?

“How do we navigate our new situation?” Logan asked. “Now that Lilliana knows about me and I know about her, I can’t stay away. I want to be in her life, Piper. I have to be.”

“And I want that, too,” I promised. “I would never think of keeping her from you again.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Logan smiled. “And I love you for that.”

Logan’s words sent a spark flying up my spine. I felt myself flush as our eyes met. He reached forward and took my hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed my palm gently. I couldn’t breathe, I was so shocked I couldn’t move.

After our fight and the revelations from that morning, I didn’t think Logan would still want to be with me. I thought any chance of us being together was long gone. Keeping Lilliana from him was something I wasn’t sure he would ever forgive.

“I thought you were mad at me,” I said weakly.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’ll probably be mad at you for a long time, but I’m willing to bet you’re just as mad at me. Everything that happened today doesn’t change our history. We can’t fix this overnight, but I want to try. If you do.”

“I don’t know how we do that,” I said softly. “Where do we go from here?”

Logan didn’t answer. He just looked into my eyes for a few seconds before leaning forward and kissing me gently. The second our lips met I knew I would do anything to make things work between us. The idea of leaving Logan behind wasn’t even a possibility anymore. I needed him too much.

We kissed slowly, our lips dancing and our tongues barely peeking into each other’s mouths. It was slow and deliberate. Every emotion we felt was being poured into that kiss and I felt it in my entire body. My desire for him wasn’t hungry and desperate like I was used to, it was complex and well thought out. I considered our past and our future and still, I wanted him.

I pulled away from him reluctantly. I knew where the kiss was leading, but I also knew our daughter could walk in at any moment.

“Let me get Lilliana to bed,” I said. “I’ll meet you in my room.”

Twenty- Seven

Piper

Once Lilliana was fast asleep, I pulled the blankets up to her neck and kissed her forehead. I’d just finished reading her three different bedtime stories and promising her ten times that she would see Logan in the morning. It took longer than normal for her to fall asleep, but I knew it was because she’d had such an eventful day.

“Hey, you,” I whispered as I closed the door quietly. Logan was laying on the bed in my childhood bedroom. His body looked too big for the tiny bed, but I couldn’t help but grin at the sight. He smiled back and held his arms out to me.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I moved toward him, taking my clothes off as I did. He watched me with hungry eyes, but didn’t move. I knew our passion was still there. We still longed for each other as much as we ever had, but that night wasn’t about passion. It was about forgiveness. Possibility.

As I pulled Logan’s shirt over his head and he stepped out of his boxers, we touched each other’s skin lightly. Logan kissed my shoulder softly, barely letting his lips touch me. He laid me down on the pillows and braced himself above me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Our lips touched and I sighed deeply. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again and again. I let everything out in that kiss. All my anger, all my resentment, every negative emotion I’d ever felt for him, escaped inside that one kiss. Our tongues met and I knew he was doing the same. He was slowly forgiving me for hiding my pregnancy, for not telling him about our daughter. As we kissed and held each other’s naked bodies, we let go of the past.

“I love you,” Logan whispered against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I said back.

His lips moved down to my neck where he licked me slowly. My skin tickled and my entire body trembled. That night, Logan kissed every inch of my body. We weren’t in a hurry. We had all the time in the world. We teased and played with each other. He tasted me and I tasted him until we finally had to have each other.

“I want to remember this,” he said roughly as pulled me up. He sat up on the bed and I straddled his waist, slowly sliding him inside of me. “Every second of this moment. I want to memorize the way you feel.”

I kissed him and pushed him deeper inside of me. His hands massaged the skin on my back as we moved in perfect synchrony. Our tongues found each other and we moved faster. I held him tighter than I ever had. My lips found the muscles on his arms. I kissed every part of him I could reach.

We moved together, more in sync than ever. Our breathing became ragged and our bodies were drenched in sweat, but we kept the same slow pace.

“I could do this for hours,” I moaned into his ear. I nibbled his earlobe and he pushed me backward. I arched my back. He buried his face in my breasts, his tongue flicking across my nipples. My entire body was alive with energy. I knew we wouldn’t last much longer.

Our speed increased, our bodies taking over for us. I sat up and gripped his hair. My hips had a mind of their own. They propelled me up and down on top of him, my toes beginning to curl. He groaned into my neck, trying desperately to stay quiet.