Nadine’s POV.
He pulls away and asks me a question I wasn’t expecting. Things are moving faster than I thought, but I know we’ve been avoiding our feelings for too long. We’ve both suffered in denial.
“Go on a date with me,” he says softly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. But I know I’m ready to take that leap of faith for us.
I smile warmly, letting him see just how open I am to his request.
“Of course, yes.”
The smile that lights up his face is beyond ordinary, it’s captivating, pulling me in like a spell.
He draws me closer and kisses me gently, and I savor the bliss that washes over me. Then it hits me-I need to call Rosa to let her know I won’t be home tonight.
There’s no way I’m leaving here; I just want to stay in his arms all night.
He notices the shift in my mood and asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I need to call Rosa.”
“Oh, how’s our son doing?” he asks, watching closely, testing if I’ll show any vulnerability.
“He’s fine, but he wasn’t too happy with us leaving so suddenly. Still, being the understanding boy he is, he tried to brush it off like it didn’t matter,” I say.
He nods thoughtfully, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
I reach for my phone, dialing Rosa, but I can still feel his eyes on me, watching with a tenderness I’m not used to seeing.
The phone rings, and after a few beats, Rosa picks up. I could tell she was fast asleep.
“Oh, Rosa, I’m so sorry for waking you.”
“It’s no bother,” she replies with a light yawn. “Are you home yet?” she asks, with concern.
“No, I’m not. I just called to let you know I won’t be home until tomorrow.”
“Ah,” she says, followed by a brief silence. I can tell she wants to ask if I’m with Logan but isn’t sure how I’ll respond.
She’s noticed the way I’ve been dressing up lately, sneaking out for dates after my boy’s safely tucked in bed.
“I guess my boy is sleeping,” I say, trying to ease the tension between us.
“Yes, he is,” she confirms.
I thanked her, and we hung up the call.
“You’re staying, then?” he asks, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
“I am,” I say, with a steady voice.
In one fluid motion, he pulls me close again, wrapping his arms around me as if he never wants to let go.
I melt into his embrace, and all the barriers we’ve built over time crumble away.
“Good,” he whispers against my hair, “because I’m not letting you go.”
We stay like that for a moment, the world outside fading as if nothing else matters when we’re together. His heartbeat is steady against mine, and for the first time in a long while, I feel completely at peace.
All I want is to melt into Logan’s arms, to let everything else drift away. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, but instead of words, he pulls me closer. I can feel his eyes on me, full of concern, but I’m too tired to acknowledge it. Slowly, I close my eyes, letting sleep take over.
The last thing I hear is his gentle whisper, “Sleep well, princess. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
As I drift off into dreamland, a smile tugs at my lips. The warmth and safety of this moment-it’s a feeling beyond words, beyond anything I’ve ever known.
I feel a strong hand gently holding me back each time I try to turn over. A smile tugs at my lips-I know it’s Logan, his familiar scent filling the air around me.
Suddenly, sunlight flickers through the curtains, hitting my eyes. I mutter a quiet, “Shit,” as I raise a hand to shield my face from the brightness.
I sit up quickly, my heart racing as I glance around, disoriented. Where am I? Panic sets in as I squint, trying to piece together my surroundings.
The soft sound of water dripping from the bathroom reaches my ears, and it only heightens my anxiety.
My mind scrambles to make sense of it all, but then the memories begin to align.
Slowly, I recall the evening-a date with Chris, someone I thought I was starting to connect with.
Then Logan appeared, out of nowhere, showing me a blonde woman and trailing me to the restroom.
The rest is a blur, but I remember enough. Sinking back onto the bed, I groan and cover my face.
The bathroom door creaks open, pulling me from my thoughts. I quickly lower my hands from my face, trying to steady myself.
Logan steps out, towel wrapped around his waist, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, the air between us is thick with unspoken tension.
His deep, sexy voice breaks the silence. “Good morning, sunshine.”
My face flushed, I covered my face with my hands, feeling the heat rise. But I manage to stammer, “Good morning, Logan.” I glance up, and that’s when I notice his towel is hanging dangerously low on his hips.
I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I picture myself licking the droplets of water sliding down his chest, my tongue teasing his skin. He smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on me.
“Come here,” he orders, his voice a low command, and before I can stop myself, my legs move on their own, closing the distance between us.
The thoughts in my mind take over, and without a second thought, I lean in, my mouth finding his chest. I press my lips to his skin, the taste of him intoxicating as I let my tongue trail over his nipple, giving in to the desire that’s been building.
His reaction is instant, his erection pressed against me through the thin fabric of the towel, and the temptation to rip it off floods my senses. I pause, looking up at him, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
I wonder if this is truly what we both want or just the heat of the moment taking over.
Hell yes, I want this.
“Nadine, what are you doing to me?” he states, his voice low and intense.
Logan’s hand grips the back of my neck gently, pulling me closer as he leans down. His breath is warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My heart races, and the space between us feels charged, and alive.
He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The hunger in his eyes is undeniable.
As he leans in, his lips brush against mine, and when he finally kisses me, it starts slow, yet deep, as if he’s savoring every second.
I lose myself in the sensation of him-his weight pressing me into the mattress, his scent wrapping around me, his taste flooding my senses.
The world outside fades away, and all that matters is this moment, the way our bodies move together as if they’ve been waiting for this for so long. My mind blurs with sensations, every touch and every kiss igniting something new inside me.
And yet, there’s a part of me that wonders if this is more than just lust, more than just giving in to the tension that’s been building between us.
As his hands explore my body, I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of something neither of us saw coming.
I release myself, allowing him to take the lead.
It’s a beautiful thing. Pulling away, I smile at him. “I need to freshen up. I have to go home and see my boy.”
He nods silently, and I can tell he wants to come with me.
“What am I going to wear now that you’ve torn my clothes?” I ask, glancing down at the fabric strewn across the floor.
“I made provisions for that.” He tilts his head toward a gown resting on the couch, complete with new underwear.
I can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you. After all, you tore it off, so it’s only fair you buy me something new.” I stick my tongue out playfully at him.
“True, and that’s why I’m going to bite that shark razor of yours,” he replies, with a teasing grin on his face.
“No, you wouldn’t dare!” I laugh, trying to make my way out of his sight, but he’s too big and scoops me into his arms.
He nibbles on my ear, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan, a reaction that surprises even me.
We end up making love over and over again, and I doubt I’ll be able to walk upright after the way he moves with me as if I might slip away at any moment.
But I know I love it; I crave it. With him, I want nothing more than to be lost in this connection.