intense, focused not on her hands, but her. She felt the blush creeping into her cheeks as her attempt at seduction started to falter.
“Keep going.”
His husky voice brought her inner Goddess back and she managed to pull his boxers down enough that she was able to grasp his erection into her hand. As if he knew she needed encouragement to continue on, Logan whispered, “Don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. She slid her hand up and down his shaft in slow doses. Kneeling in front of him she licked the tip of his head, unsure if she liked the taste of semen. She stole a glance up to his face and his eyes appeared closed. The seductress in her rose up again and she took him into her mouth.
A growling sound came from his throat and Gabbie assumed…hoped…she was doing it right. She continued her assault on his cock, trying to ignore her own arousal long enough to make him come. His hand gripped her head as she worked her mouth and her tongue, up and down his shaft.
He warned her first before he came but she didn’t know what else to do except allow him to fill her mouth with it. She was almost thirty for God’s sake and she had no idea what she was doing! She swallowed the warm fluid, still unsure if she liked the taste as Logan tightened his grip on her head and with his other hand, he gripped the counter, letting out those guttural sounds of pleasure she hadn’t been able to get enough of.
She started to stand and he helped her up, sweeping her back into his arms, he kissed her with a fierce passion that left her breathless. He took her into her tiny living room and guided her to the carpeted floor.
The carpet was a little rough on her exposed skin but touching Logan and feeling the weight of his body on hers made her forget about it rather quickly. With a fierceness she had yet to experience from him, he had her clothes off in seconds and was driving into her with need and desperation.
She lost herself in him.
She screamed in satisfaction as he brought her over the edge with him not trailing far behind. In that moment, she didn’t know how she was ever going to live without him. He was her best friend and now her lover, and on some cosmic level it felt like maybe…just maybe, they were meant for each other. Soul mates. The stark reality that he was leaving tomorrow had her doubting her previous thought.
Which brought the thought of telling him about her pregnancy out of college more of a reality. Exhausted, they lay side-by-side and she knew now was the only opportunity she would get.
“Logan, I have to tell you something. It’s important and I know I should’ve told you sooner.”
“What?” his voice was weary.
“You know how I’ve avoided sex almost all of my life and how I fear winding up like my mom and all?”
“Which you never will, I promise.” Oh, bless his heart—even when she was about to sucker punch him with distrust, he was still sticking up for her.
“That’s all true. I just…well, okay. Here it goes,” she let out a deep breath and began. “I got pregnant our last semester of college and I never told you. Or anyone because I was ashamed and embarrassed. I was all set to have an abortion—another thing I thought you might judge me about—but then, the night before the abortion I woke up and had terrible pains and I had had a miscarriage.” She turned to see what he was thinking, if she could read any emotion on his face.
He was silent, staring at the ceiling.
“Say something,” she urged.
His voice held a bite to it. “I can’t believe you thought I would judge you, Gabriella.”
“What was I supposed to think? I was twenty-two, Logan. It was hard. Especially since I was going to have an abortion. I know some people don’t believe in that. Are you mad at me?”
Logan finally turned toward her and the deep creases in his forehead answered her question. “We were really good friends at that time. So yeah, I’m mad. I’m baffled that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. But you trust me enough now? Well, at least enough to fuck me, right? That I wouldn’t be the one to get you pregnant. Who was it, by the way? Someone I knew or someone you were