I must admit that it’s tempting to take him up on his offer. I love my sister and her family but living under the same roof? Not tempting at all. There are always people at Lexi’s house and even though I’m a social person, I need quiet time to recharge. Every time I pick up Ivy from Lexi’s house, I’m glad for the quiet that awaits me in my own house. I can’t imagine being in her chaotic noise house twenty-four seven. It would drive me crazy.
“Let me show you so that you can see what I mean,” Logan says, ignoring my question about why he needs such a big house.
I follow him into the house, and I look at it with fresh eyes. He’s right. The ground floor is massive with a large spacious living room, what would be a play room if he had children and a guest room. We go up the stairs and walk past his bedroom.
“Here we are,” he says and leads the way into the first room. “This is the smaller of the three and if you like, we can bring Ivy’s crib here.”
I make non-committal noises and follow him into the other bedroom. It has a bathroom and toilet and it’s beautiful and looks out to the front of the house.
“I’ll take care of all the expenses of cleaning and fixing your stuff,” he says. “All you have to do is bear the inconvenience of living here with me for a few weeks.”
“Weeks?” I cry out. I can’t imagine living in the same house as Logan. I can’t forget our make-out session the other day.
All he had done was slip his hands around my waist and I’d kissed him. How will I resist him when we’re living in the same house?
Chapter 8
Logan
We are both so exhausted that cooking dinner is just not a possibility. We got the water pumped out of the cottage and the tiles peeled off. The damage is extensive but because of the size of the cottage, hopefully, Vanessa and Ivy will move back in before too long.
I order pizza and luckily Ivy’s little containers with food were salvageable from the small freezer in the cottage. Ivy was tired too from all the excitement of moving into a strange house. She crawled all over the living room when Vanessa brought her from her sister’s place and I rushed after her making sure that there was nothing that would hurt her. She was a brave little thing exploring everywhere she could squeeze her little body into. After dinner, she went out like a light and Vanessa took her to her bedroom.
Now, Vanessa and I are eating the last of the pizza, and then it’s bedtime. At least for me, it is. I had a rough day at work what with the fire that took down the building but luckily there were no fatalities, just injuries. I haven’t had time to rest properly but I’m not too worried about that as I have a few days off before I have to go back to work.
“That was lovely, thank you,” Vanessa says and carries the pizza box to the trash can.
I turn off the lights and follow Vanessa upstairs. We say goodnight at the door of my room. “I can’t wait to collapse on that bed,” she says.
“It’s been a long day. I’ll see you in the morning,” I tell her and try not to think about her naked between the sheets.
I enter my room with a massive hard-on. I remember that the guest bedroom doesn’t have pillows in it but there’s no way I can go to Vanessa’s room with my pants tented the way they are. I need a shower to cool down. I strip off and step into the bathroom and take a cold shower. It isn’t entirely effective but I’m relieved that it’s not visible through the pair of shorts I slip on. I walk down to the linen closet under the stair case, grab two pillows and carry them upstairs. I knock on Vanessa’s door softly but there is no response. Could she have fallen asleep that fast? I turn the knob and step into the room. She’s not in the bed but a second later, the bathroom door opens, and she walks in wrapped in a towel.
My breath hitches and all my blood goes down to my cock. I don’t even want to look down. I’m sure I’ve tented, and I look ridiculous. I shift the pillow to cover my front but from her gaze, I guess I’m too late. I refuse to be embarrassed. Vanessa is a beautiful woman and I’m a hot-blooded male.
“Sorry, I knocked and there was no answer,” I tell her. “I thought you might like some pillows.”
“I would, thank you.”
I’m fighting to keep my gaze from dropping to her breasts, but I can still see them from the corners of my eyes. They are full and I imagine how it would feel like to cup them and my hands tremble. I can’t ever remember having such a reaction to a woman’s nakedness. I really need to leave before I do something stupid.