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Authors: Laura Cooper, Christopher Cooper
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been caught red handed stealing candy. “Logan, can you get Ronald to take me home?”
Logan scrambled to put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. “I’ll take you, Leila.”
The silence in his car was deafening. Leila was furious and he knew it. “Leila I swear I didn’t know he was home. He’s never here when Mom isn’t home! I’m so sorry this happened!”
She turned her head to stare at him; finally she let out a long breath. “You know what Logan, I’m not mad. It was an accident, that’s all.” Rightfully, in her mind it had been the best possible scenario, David McNarry had seen her nearly naked!
“Guess I kind of blew the moment,” as he pulled his car to a stop in front of her mother’s townhouse.
She studied him. His eyes were impossibly green. “Ugh! You are so frustrating Logan! Okay I admit being walked in on half naked by your Dad was a tad bit uncomfortable, especially since I work for him, but I guess it isn’t the end of the world. Besides you’re pretty cute when you’re caught red handed with your hand in the cookie jar so to speak!”
Logan pressed his hand to his chest, “Oh thank God! I thought it was just me who felt like a teenager. Damn that was awkward! My Dad’s such a prick; he had to know I wasn’t alone.” Suddenly his expression seemed to change, as though their common ground had somehow put them on the same level. Whatever intimidation he held for her was whisked away. His eyes sparkled with new found confidence as he stared at her with fresh longing.
The urge to press her lips against his was uncanny, Logan shivered slightly under her gaze. She was used to making men shiver, if he were one of her regular conquests she would relish watching him quake. Logan was nothing like her normal men though. She wanted him; she was sure about that, despite his awkward juvenile ways. But he wasn’t like any other man she’d met, he wasn’t afraid of his inexperience, just the contrary he seemed anxious to conquer all things new. Her skin prickled as he leaned towards her.
“Leila? Would you mind if I kissed you?” he asked in a smoky voice.
She shook her head slightly as he closed in on her. This time his passion had subsided, he was more in control. His kiss was a feather touch, for such a massive man he was incredibly sensitive. Leila had never felt anything remotely like his kiss; it wasn’t the same awkward kiss he’d given before. His lips against hers weren’t the least bit brutal or forceful; instead they were languishing and sensual. She felt her nipples purse beneath her shirt. Sex she understood: hard nipples, wetness between her thighs… all of that was a normal reaction for her. What she didn’t understand was the strong pull of her heart as his tongue probed her mouth tenderly.
Logan wanted her, there was no doubt about that, but Leila Johnson wasn’t just another sorority girl at a frat party. He needed to be patient and gentle with her. He wanted to be patient and gentle with her. He suspected she had never made love in her life. She wasn’t a virgin, of that he was fairly sure, but something about her made him want to take his time, relish her.
Opening the door and helping her out of the car was certainly sweet, and not something she was used to. He walked her up the short pathway to her front door. “Why don’t you come inside Logan? My mother isn’t home, I’m positive!”
Logan lumbered over the threshold behind her, his size intrigued her. There was a powerful urge and very unfamiliar feeling moving over Leila. She couldn’t explain it; she had never really felt this before, a mixture of sexual desire and vulnerability at the same time. The horniness she understood. The vulnerability, however, that was something all together different. Most of the time, Leila sized up her potential lovers and felt sorry for what she was going to put them through.
Logan scrambled to put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. “I’ll take you, Leila.”
The silence in his car was deafening. Leila was furious and he knew it. “Leila I swear I didn’t know he was home. He’s never here when Mom isn’t home! I’m so sorry this happened!”
She turned her head to stare at him; finally she let out a long breath. “You know what Logan, I’m not mad. It was an accident, that’s all.” Rightfully, in her mind it had been the best possible scenario, David McNarry had seen her nearly naked!
“Guess I kind of blew the moment,” as he pulled his car to a stop in front of her mother’s townhouse.
She studied him. His eyes were impossibly green. “Ugh! You are so frustrating Logan! Okay I admit being walked in on half naked by your Dad was a tad bit uncomfortable, especially since I work for him, but I guess it isn’t the end of the world. Besides you’re pretty cute when you’re caught red handed with your hand in the cookie jar so to speak!”
Logan pressed his hand to his chest, “Oh thank God! I thought it was just me who felt like a teenager. Damn that was awkward! My Dad’s such a prick; he had to know I wasn’t alone.” Suddenly his expression seemed to change, as though their common ground had somehow put them on the same level. Whatever intimidation he held for her was whisked away. His eyes sparkled with new found confidence as he stared at her with fresh longing.
The urge to press her lips against his was uncanny, Logan shivered slightly under her gaze. She was used to making men shiver, if he were one of her regular conquests she would relish watching him quake. Logan was nothing like her normal men though. She wanted him; she was sure about that, despite his awkward juvenile ways. But he wasn’t like any other man she’d met, he wasn’t afraid of his inexperience, just the contrary he seemed anxious to conquer all things new. Her skin prickled as he leaned towards her.
“Leila? Would you mind if I kissed you?” he asked in a smoky voice.
She shook her head slightly as he closed in on her. This time his passion had subsided, he was more in control. His kiss was a feather touch, for such a massive man he was incredibly sensitive. Leila had never felt anything remotely like his kiss; it wasn’t the same awkward kiss he’d given before. His lips against hers weren’t the least bit brutal or forceful; instead they were languishing and sensual. She felt her nipples purse beneath her shirt. Sex she understood: hard nipples, wetness between her thighs… all of that was a normal reaction for her. What she didn’t understand was the strong pull of her heart as his tongue probed her mouth tenderly.
Logan wanted her, there was no doubt about that, but Leila Johnson wasn’t just another sorority girl at a frat party. He needed to be patient and gentle with her. He wanted to be patient and gentle with her. He suspected she had never made love in her life. She wasn’t a virgin, of that he was fairly sure, but something about her made him want to take his time, relish her.
Opening the door and helping her out of the car was certainly sweet, and not something she was used to. He walked her up the short pathway to her front door. “Why don’t you come inside Logan? My mother isn’t home, I’m positive!”
Logan lumbered over the threshold behind her, his size intrigued her. There was a powerful urge and very unfamiliar feeling moving over Leila. She couldn’t explain it; she had never really felt this before, a mixture of sexual desire and vulnerability at the same time. The horniness she understood. The vulnerability, however, that was something all together different. Most of the time, Leila sized up her potential lovers and felt sorry for what she was going to put them through.
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