had to ask, needed to make sure she’d thought this through. “I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning.”
Candace reached for him, cupped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him lower, her lips warm and pillowy as they traced his mouth.
“No regrets, Logan,” she murmured. “I want you to make love to me.”
Logan groaned as one of her hands left his neck, her fingernails trailing lightly down his skin, pushing at his jeans like she was as impatient as he was.
This time, he wasn’t holding back, wouldn’t push her away or ask her if she was sure. He’d given her a chance to say no, and she’d made it perfectly clear what she wanted. Now, he was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for.
*
Logan stroked Candace’s long hair, gently fingering the curls that were splayed across his chest. They’d been lying in silence for a while, just lying in the dark. It wasn’t a silence he wanted to break, either—she seemed as comfortable as he was with saying nothing at all, bodies pressed together, his fingers caressing either her hair or her skin.
He shut his eyes, starting to drift into sleep.
The sound of a plane’s engine, the dark silence as it stalled and started to spiral, falling toward the earth.
Logan blinked and went back to stroking Candace’s hair, touching a strand of it to his face as he focused on her again and stamped the dark thoughts away. He was not going to ruin this perfect moment with lurching back into the past.
“Logan, can I ask you something?” Candace’s words were soft and husky.
He stopped twirling her hair and brushed his knuckles softly across her cheek as he propped on one elbow to look at her. She was lying on her back, and now he was on his side, facing her. Staring into her eyes seemed to help him to forget everything else.
“You seem to find it easy to talk about some of the things you’ve been through, and I guess I...” Her voice trailed off. “I guess it’s just unexpected from someone who’s been through what you’ve been through.”
Logan wanted to look away but he didn’t. “What I’ve told you is a very small part of what I’ve been through, Candace. There are some things I’ll take to my grave that I should probably talk about but never will, and other things that I can talk about for reasons I don’t understand.” What he didn’t tell her was that his head so was full of his memories that he wouldn’t even know where to start.
She reached for his hand and linked her fingers with his. “So why did you tell me what you did, about being on patrol, being recognized, all those stories?”
He dropped his gaze to their hands, craving the contact, the touch of her skin to his. “There’s something about you that reminds me of, well, me,” Logan tried to explain. “I’ve been through a lot, and I saw something in you that made me want to talk to you. I don’t know why. I’ve never wanted to before, but...”
She turned and snuggled into him. “You don’t have to explain. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Logan dropped a kiss to her forehead, moving to her lips when she tilted her face up to him.
“That’s the crazy thing. I’m usually so protective over my past, yet with you I wanted to talk.” It was strange, because she also helped him to forget.
She laughed, just a soft, husky giggle. “Yeah, that’s probably because you know enough about me to hold me for ransom over your secrets.”
Logan raised his eyebrows. “Meaning I could sell all our sex secrets and whispered conversations to the media?”
“Exactly,” Candace confirmed.
Logan just smiled and pulled her into him, lying back on the bed and shutting his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything in response, because if she didn’t trust him, it wasn’t something she’d joke about. And there was no way he’d ever spill the beans on anything about Candace, or any other woman he’d ever been with, for that matter.
The last woman he’d shared
Candace reached for him, cupped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him lower, her lips warm and pillowy as they traced his mouth.
“No regrets, Logan,” she murmured. “I want you to make love to me.”
Logan groaned as one of her hands left his neck, her fingernails trailing lightly down his skin, pushing at his jeans like she was as impatient as he was.
This time, he wasn’t holding back, wouldn’t push her away or ask her if she was sure. He’d given her a chance to say no, and she’d made it perfectly clear what she wanted. Now, he was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for.
*
Logan stroked Candace’s long hair, gently fingering the curls that were splayed across his chest. They’d been lying in silence for a while, just lying in the dark. It wasn’t a silence he wanted to break, either—she seemed as comfortable as he was with saying nothing at all, bodies pressed together, his fingers caressing either her hair or her skin.
He shut his eyes, starting to drift into sleep.
The sound of a plane’s engine, the dark silence as it stalled and started to spiral, falling toward the earth.
Logan blinked and went back to stroking Candace’s hair, touching a strand of it to his face as he focused on her again and stamped the dark thoughts away. He was not going to ruin this perfect moment with lurching back into the past.
“Logan, can I ask you something?” Candace’s words were soft and husky.
He stopped twirling her hair and brushed his knuckles softly across her cheek as he propped on one elbow to look at her. She was lying on her back, and now he was on his side, facing her. Staring into her eyes seemed to help him to forget everything else.
“You seem to find it easy to talk about some of the things you’ve been through, and I guess I...” Her voice trailed off. “I guess it’s just unexpected from someone who’s been through what you’ve been through.”
Logan wanted to look away but he didn’t. “What I’ve told you is a very small part of what I’ve been through, Candace. There are some things I’ll take to my grave that I should probably talk about but never will, and other things that I can talk about for reasons I don’t understand.” What he didn’t tell her was that his head so was full of his memories that he wouldn’t even know where to start.
She reached for his hand and linked her fingers with his. “So why did you tell me what you did, about being on patrol, being recognized, all those stories?”
He dropped his gaze to their hands, craving the contact, the touch of her skin to his. “There’s something about you that reminds me of, well, me,” Logan tried to explain. “I’ve been through a lot, and I saw something in you that made me want to talk to you. I don’t know why. I’ve never wanted to before, but...”
She turned and snuggled into him. “You don’t have to explain. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Logan dropped a kiss to her forehead, moving to her lips when she tilted her face up to him.
“That’s the crazy thing. I’m usually so protective over my past, yet with you I wanted to talk.” It was strange, because she also helped him to forget.
She laughed, just a soft, husky giggle. “Yeah, that’s probably because you know enough about me to hold me for ransom over your secrets.”
Logan raised his eyebrows. “Meaning I could sell all our sex secrets and whispered conversations to the media?”
“Exactly,” Candace confirmed.
Logan just smiled and pulled her into him, lying back on the bed and shutting his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything in response, because if she didn’t trust him, it wasn’t something she’d joke about. And there was no way he’d ever spill the beans on anything about Candace, or any other woman he’d ever been with, for that matter.
The last woman he’d shared
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