“You don’t know him, Lexi. Ace knows him better and he says that he’s a playboy,” Lexi insists.
“It doesn’t matter whether he is or not. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Lexi raises her eyebrows. “You’re forgetting that I know you. Vanessa, you’re not capable of a physical-only affair. When you hook up with someone, you go all in. You leave yourself open to getting your heart broken.”
There’s one thing that my sister and I have in common. We’re annoyingly persistent and right now, it’s downright annoying. Because she’s right.
“Just drop it, Lexi, okay? I just want to have a little fun.” Maybe that was true when Logan and I started, but not now.
I’ve tried to fight it, but Logan is just so perfect. He’s my idea of a perfect partner. He’s become very good with Ivy, and he treats me like a queen. The cottage is nearing completion and I’m dreading when Ivy and I will have to move back there. For now, I’m enjoying playing house with Logan and I’m trying to take it easy and not rush things. Footsteps and a voice grow louder and come our way. Helen, the nanny comes in carrying Ivy.
“She woke up a few minutes ago and I gave her a bottle,” she says.
“Thanks.” Relief washes over me. I take Ivy from the nanny and sling the baby bag over my shoulder. “Thanks so much.” I go to Lexi and kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Before Lexi can say anything, I’m striding out of the kitchen and out the front door. I strap Ivy into her car seat and minutes later, we are headed home. I’m surprised to find Logan’s truck already there. My heart skips a beat and excitedly, I unstrap Ivy, grab our stuff, and we rush up to the house.
“Anybody home?” I call out when I walk through the front door.
“In the kitchen,” Logan calls in his deep voice that resonates through me and makes my spine tingle.
“Let’s go say hello to Logan,” I tell Ivy.
“Hello, my beauties,” Logan says and shuts the oven. He takes two strides and wraps his arms around us. “I’ve missed you guys. You make me look forward to coming home.”
“We missed Logan too, didn’t we Ivy?” I step back from his hold and look up at his gorgeous face. “How was the shift? I didn’t see anything frightening on the news last night.”
A look of amusement comes over his features. “Do you always watch the news for scary stuff?” he says and kisses my nose.
“Yes, ever since we…um…you know.” Shyness comes over me. I need to get out of the kitchen. “I’m going upstairs to give Ivy her bath.”
His laugh follows me up the stairs.
We go through our evening routine and at half-past seven, she’s in her crib and snoring gently. Logan is hanging out in the kitchen reading a newspaper.
“She’s out like a light,” I tell him, sashaying toward him.
Talking with Eva today has shown me how lucky I am to have him. Good men are scarce and over the years I’ve had a string of bad luck when it came to men. A shudder of excitement goes through me. My luck changes now. No more hooking up with lying bastards.
And to think that I’d also given up on love.
Logan puts down his newspaper and I go straight into his arms. I inhale his masculine scent before his lips descend on mine and he gives me a kiss that quickly becomes heated.
I thread my fingers through his thick hair, and he runs his hands down the sides of my body and rests them on my hips. The tension I’d felt earlier with Lexi ebbs away as I melt into his body.
Our tongues move against each other, teasing, tangling, and I moan into his mouth. Unable to resist, I slip a hand between us to cup his erection. His hard as rock cock jerks against my hand as if trying to free itself from its confinement.
I love the deep grunts that Logan makes when I touch his cock. I squeeze it through the material of his jeans. Then he pulls away and stands up. He slips his hands under my hips and carries me, hoisting me up to the counter.
“What about dinner?” I ask him, breathlessly.
“Dinner can wait,” he says in a gruff voice. “This can’t. I’ve missed your taste.”
Arousal gushes out of my pussy and soaks my panties. I groan even before Logan touches me. My thighs tremble and when he spreads them apart, I almost come from the rush of air that feels like a caress.
“Fuck, Vanessa,” Logan says, touching the front of my panties with a single digit. “You’re soaking wet. I want your panties off.”
I lift my hips as he pulls down my panties and then folds my knees and pushes them apart. Logan dips his head between my legs and when he flicks my pussy with his tongue, I let out a cry.