I think it's going to be okay. I'd rather not panic and put a bunch of hormones in my body that I know will make me sick." She shook her head. "But I don't know for sure, I'm going to Google it after you leave."
" All right, sweetheart."
" You seem pretty okay with trusting me on this," she said, trying to figure out what was inside his head.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I trust you not to lie to me. And I've got your back on this, Lauren. If you get pregnant, we'll deal with it together."
" What's that supposed to mean?" Lauren felt her stomach tighten in rejection of his possible meaning. What was he going to do, pay for her to terminate the pregnancy?
" What the hell do you think it means? It means I'll help you raise the kid. Marry you. Support you financially. Learn to love a baby. Whatever you want, I'm here."
Lauren was all at once ashamed of what she 'd just mentally accused him of. So maybe the guy wasn't all macho jerk with only fantastic sexual charisma.
" How soon will you know?" he asked her.
" Not soon." Lauren didn't want to have a conversation this intimate with a guy she hardly knew, but she'd forfeited that when she'd chosen to have sex with him. "I'm safe because it's so early in my cycle."
" So, like what? Three weeks?"
" Yeah, something like that," she agreed.
" You can buy a kit thing and find out sooner, right?"
" A kit thing?" she repeated with a hint of sarcasm.
" Test. Whatever," he growled.
" Yeah, and I will," she said.
He watched her for a long moment and then crossed the room and slipped his hand under her chin and lifted until her eyes were on his. "Whatever you do, it doesn't mean we're not having sex for three weeks."
" You want to take another chance?" She almost shrieked.
" I don't think I have a choice, darlin'." He leaned down and kissed her ear and then breathed softly into it, his arms wrapping all the way around her. "You've got me well and truly addicted."
She shuddered softly and his voice in her ear held a questioning tease. "I'll toss the rest of the condoms that came in that box, of course." His hand slid down and gripped her gently at the vee between her legs. "You've got some here we can use later tonight, right?"
She pushed against his shoulders and after a pause he reluctantly released her. "I can't believe that's all you think about! And no! I don't have any here."
The look in his eyes was remarkably mild as he studied her. "Sweetheart, I'm only human."
" I--I want to be alone now."
His eyes narrowed on her. "Only if you promise you forgive me and that you'll see me tomorrow night."
Lauren desperately needed time to regroup, but she couldn 't deny that his unwavering interest was almost hypnotic to her senses. She knew she shouldn't feel that way. He was too arrogant, too macho, too much entirely . "Yeah, I promise."
****
Logan climbed in his truck and drove home, all the while thinking about everything that had just taken place. He'd wanted to stay with her, but she'd kicked him to the curb without so much as a qualm.
He guessed he couldn 't blame her.
She wasn 't on birth control .
The meaning behind that sank into his brain. So maybe it was true that the hormones made her sick, but she had other options. And the fact that she had no condoms in her apartment was telling.
It was just as he'd suspected; she was sweet .
Damn. He wasn 't supposed to want to bang a sweet girl.
Sweet girls meant trouble. They were a threat.
He took a stabilizing breath and acknowledged the truth.
Too bad he had no damn choice in the matter.
****
As arranged via text message, Logan knocked on Lauren 's door at seven o'clock. Somehow, he had no idea how, more than a week had slipped by and they'd seen each other almost every night.
She 'd texted him a few days before that she'd taken a pregnancy test and it was negative. Thank fuck. Shit, he was relieved . That congealed ball of emotional crap banging around in his stomach was relief, right? What the hell else could
" All right, sweetheart."
" You seem pretty okay with trusting me on this," she said, trying to figure out what was inside his head.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I trust you not to lie to me. And I've got your back on this, Lauren. If you get pregnant, we'll deal with it together."
" What's that supposed to mean?" Lauren felt her stomach tighten in rejection of his possible meaning. What was he going to do, pay for her to terminate the pregnancy?
" What the hell do you think it means? It means I'll help you raise the kid. Marry you. Support you financially. Learn to love a baby. Whatever you want, I'm here."
Lauren was all at once ashamed of what she 'd just mentally accused him of. So maybe the guy wasn't all macho jerk with only fantastic sexual charisma.
" How soon will you know?" he asked her.
" Not soon." Lauren didn't want to have a conversation this intimate with a guy she hardly knew, but she'd forfeited that when she'd chosen to have sex with him. "I'm safe because it's so early in my cycle."
" So, like what? Three weeks?"
" Yeah, something like that," she agreed.
" You can buy a kit thing and find out sooner, right?"
" A kit thing?" she repeated with a hint of sarcasm.
" Test. Whatever," he growled.
" Yeah, and I will," she said.
He watched her for a long moment and then crossed the room and slipped his hand under her chin and lifted until her eyes were on his. "Whatever you do, it doesn't mean we're not having sex for three weeks."
" You want to take another chance?" She almost shrieked.
" I don't think I have a choice, darlin'." He leaned down and kissed her ear and then breathed softly into it, his arms wrapping all the way around her. "You've got me well and truly addicted."
She shuddered softly and his voice in her ear held a questioning tease. "I'll toss the rest of the condoms that came in that box, of course." His hand slid down and gripped her gently at the vee between her legs. "You've got some here we can use later tonight, right?"
She pushed against his shoulders and after a pause he reluctantly released her. "I can't believe that's all you think about! And no! I don't have any here."
The look in his eyes was remarkably mild as he studied her. "Sweetheart, I'm only human."
" I--I want to be alone now."
His eyes narrowed on her. "Only if you promise you forgive me and that you'll see me tomorrow night."
Lauren desperately needed time to regroup, but she couldn 't deny that his unwavering interest was almost hypnotic to her senses. She knew she shouldn't feel that way. He was too arrogant, too macho, too much entirely . "Yeah, I promise."
****
Logan climbed in his truck and drove home, all the while thinking about everything that had just taken place. He'd wanted to stay with her, but she'd kicked him to the curb without so much as a qualm.
He guessed he couldn 't blame her.
She wasn 't on birth control .
The meaning behind that sank into his brain. So maybe it was true that the hormones made her sick, but she had other options. And the fact that she had no condoms in her apartment was telling.
It was just as he'd suspected; she was sweet .
Damn. He wasn 't supposed to want to bang a sweet girl.
Sweet girls meant trouble. They were a threat.
He took a stabilizing breath and acknowledged the truth.
Too bad he had no damn choice in the matter.
****
As arranged via text message, Logan knocked on Lauren 's door at seven o'clock. Somehow, he had no idea how, more than a week had slipped by and they'd seen each other almost every night.
She 'd texted him a few days before that she'd taken a pregnancy test and it was negative. Thank fuck. Shit, he was relieved . That congealed ball of emotional crap banging around in his stomach was relief, right? What the hell else could
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