it were trying to get closer to him.
“I’m not your mess to fix,” she muttered.
“You’re right.” He scrubbed a hand across his chin. The rasping sound was so very loud in the quiet apartment. “And I like to think I know I can’t change a person. But maybe I can... I can hand you the tools to change what you want about yourself.”
Kelsey needed things to be a whole lot less serious. “You’re my assistant now?”
He tipped his chin up, then nodded. “I’m okay with that.”
She’d meant the question as a joke, yet his answer made her feel exposed and vulnerable. He knew her short comings. She’d laid them out for him to try to scare him away. And he was still here.
Was it possible that he’d be there even when she melted down and tried to push him away?
Deep down she wanted the answer to be yes, even if she didn’t deserve it.
The feelings were too much. What the hell was she supposed to do with them?
Kelsey pushed up on her knees and crawled across the futon to straddle Logan’s lap. She was much better at doing things than all this talking. Still, he deserved something. A word of acknowledgement. A promise to do better.
She licked her lips as she ran her fingers along his jawline, feeling the scrape of his stubble. “I’ll try to not make you work too hard, okay?”
Logan’s hands slid up and down her thighs. He didn’t agree or even reply to her attempt to lighten the mood. Probably because he’d come back with some sort of manly, I’ll be there for you no matter what, answer that would irritate her.
Infuriating, stubborn man.
She really didn’t deserve him.
Kelsey leaned in, pressing her lips to his. She wasn’t good at this talking and being emotional stuff. Words had never been trustworthy things. But actions? Those showed you who a person truly was.
His hands slid up to her hips as his lips moved against hers. He tugged, dragging her closer until the fly of his jeans pressed against her. She sighed and slid an arm around his neck.
If they did only this, she knew things would work out. Sex was easy. It was everything else she struggled with. The talking. The compromises. Navigating friends and family. What it would be like working together. For now though, she was going to live in the moment. Nothing mattered but right now, with Logan.
She braced a hand against his shoulder and leaned in closer, shifting her hips as she moved.
That wasn’t just his fly pressing against her.
She smiled against his mouth and pressed down.
Logan groaned, a tortured sound that was music to her ears.
Kelsey kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. It was so damn soft. She curled her fingers around the strands, using them to control the tilt of his face.
His hand slid around to her ass.
Her pussy tightened, and she shifted against him as she kissed his face. He squeezed one globe, pressing her against him firmly as he groaned. His other hand snaked up her back and curled into her hair.
She grinned as he sat up, forced her head back and kissed up her neck to her lips.
Desire coursed through her. Her nipples tightened, and she knew her panties were drenched.
Okay, so a little bit of manhandling was hot.
Logan sealed his lips over hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, then retreated. Her skin was hyper sensitized from the scrap of his stubble.
His grip on her hair tightened, and he leaned back, putting distance between them.
“Wait.” He sucked down air, proving she wasn’t the only one affected. “Is tonight a no-sex night?”
“No. That was a dumb idea last night. Let’s not do that again. Sex is definitely what we’re good at.”
“It wasn’t a dumb idea.”
“Stop talking and take your shirt off,” she said.
Logan let go of her immediately and yanked the Henley shirt off over his head. She sat back, marveling at him. There were scars. Marks that he’d gambled, risked himself and come out fine. But each one was a situation where he might not have lived.
And he’d added a new one. The wound on his shoulder was still covered. Yet another brush with death.
She had to stop worrying about how badly she could screw up an ending that hadn’t happened yet and focus on now. Making the most of what she had with him while she could.
“You’re thinking again,” he said.
Kelsey walked her fingers up his chest. “About how good you look under