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“Answering your question. I want to hold my lady in bed.” He pulled her closer.

“Your lady?” What did he mean? His arms suffocated her, but she couldn’t leave. Instead she gasped for air.

“Yes.” He rubbed her back. “In case you’re wondering, in my definition of the word, it’s not an English title.”

She refused to react, refused to acknowledge how her stomach fluttered, refused to take in the scent of his soap. “What do you want, Logan?”

“For someone with enough smarts to earn multiple degrees, I thought I made my intentions very clear.” His breath brushed against her lips. “I want you.”

“Logan.” Unsure if she wanted to slap him or grab him, she opted for feeling his chest again. How could he want her? “When you were a teenager, what did you want?”

“A motocross bike and a naughty magazine.” He let out a laugh.

“You don’t understand.” She shook her head.

“Yes, I do. What I’m trying to tell you is the boy that wanted a bike and naked pictures is not the same man who met a woman and now wants her.” He moved her bangs off her forehead. “The girl who saw a character in a movie and had a crush is not the same as the woman who met a man years later.”

Could she let go and be with him and not worry every time he wasn’t in her sight? “What’s your fantasy, Logan?” All her cards were face up on the table. He knew everything, and they needed to even the odds.

“Not Erin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Logan.”

“I want to kiss you until neither of us can breathe, and then I want to take my time and explore every inch of you until you’re writhing beneath me. Then, I want to make love to you until you have no choice but to dig your nails into my back and scream.” He took her chin in his hand.

The heat amplified, but her mind yelled out a warning. Sex. He wanted sex with her when he could have anyone. His definition of lady and hers weren’t the same after all.

“But that’s not my fantasy.” He lowered his voice.

She held her breath.

“Then, I want to do it the next day and the next, until I lose count of the days.” He pulled her flush against him.

“Start today, right now.” All her strength left, but her heart grew along with the desire that followed Logan everywhere, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He tightened his hold and continued to kiss her, alternating between soft, sweet kisses and deep ones filled with passion.

Even in the dark, she shut her eyes, allowing the sensations Logan created throughout her body with a simple kiss to engulf her. She caressed his back, his arms, and his shoulders, taking in the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin.

With a moan, he slid his lips to her neck giving her a series of openmouthed kisses down to her collarbone. His hands wandered, traveling over her hips, down to her legs, and then over her breasts, teasing and taunting her on the outside of the too thick fabric of her shirt.

Craving more, she squirmed under his touch, trying to direct him to what she really wanted.

Rather than give in, he returned to her lips, kissing her, taking his time to tangle their tongues, run his fingers through her hair, move against her.

The heat from earlier burned. Every bit of her seemed enflamed, and she broke out into a sweat and gasped for air. “Oh, God, I’m hot.”

“I know it, baby.” He went to connect their lips once more.

She kicked the covers off. “No, this shirt, these pants.”

“I was getting there.” He pushed her back on the bed, straddled her hips, and snaked his hands up the bottom of her shirt until he reached her breasts. “Yes.”

The moment his fingers found her already tight nipples she sucked in her breath.

“I can’t wait any longer to take a taste.” He made a little noise of satisfaction and at last rid her of the torture device, her clothes.

The cool air helped her temperature, but once Logan lowered his face to her chest, the heat rose again. He paid equal attention to each of her breasts, massaging, tasting, and flicking his tongue over each tight peak. With agonizing slowness, he slipped her pants down and used his foot to fling them off the bed, leaving her in nothing but her panties. “Logan.”

He moved to one side and silenced her with a kiss, while his hand slid between her thighs.

She held her breath. No doubt he felt the extreme reaction she had to him.

“Now that is hot.” He crushed his lips to hers and snuck his fingers inside her panties.

With each passing minute, her arousal amplified, coaxed purposely by the man in bed with her. She needed him now. For what seemed like eternity, he would give her a bit of satisfaction, only to take the relief away, leaving her panting for more no matter how she tried to contort her body to take a little extra.

Even in her state, she managed get her panties off and to move to her side to take her turn to reciprocate. Never before had the simple act of touching a man thrilled her to such a level, but with Logan everything was different. Again, she took in his chest, but then delved lower to his stomach, to the waistband of his temperature-appropriate pants, and finally, inside.

No underwear gave her instant access to what she witnessed as only an oversize bulge in his pants. Solid, thick, and pure man, he lived up to everything she had already envisioned. She treated him to a few soft caresses.

He moaned and took his pants off. While she tended to him, he kissed down her arm and back up to her mouth.

She couldn’t take anymore and, trying to give him the hint she was more than ready to make love, returned to her back and opened her legs, the universal sign to any man with an erection. In fact, the point of longing had passed and discomfort was fast coming up on her. “Logan.”

He answered by palming one breast and nipping at the other.

“Logan.” She arched her back, and he reached between her legs again, lightly circling her most sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingertip. “Please.”

“What?” He dipped a finger inside her.

Her heart accelerated, every part of her seemed sensitized, and she had to resist pulling him on top of her. “Make love to me, now.”

Instead of giving in to her, he kissed her once more and abruptly flipped over and hung over the side of the bed.

“Logan!” What the hell? She pounded her fist into the mattress.

“One second, baby.”

At the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper, she took a breath. She scratched her nails down his back and leaned up to kiss his arm.

“Damn, I want you.” He turned over and gave her a long kiss as he got her on her back and moved on top of her. Without any more delay, he entered her in one smooth, gentle motion.

“Oh.” She grabbed his shoulders and bit her lip. Though her body stretched to accommodate him, she obtained the sheer gratification in being filled.

He lowered his face to the crook of her neck. “Perfect.”

She practically purred.

As with his foreplay, he never rushed, choosing instead to lavish attention on her in every way possible, with his mouth and hands, while he made love to her. He found his momentum with slow, even strokes down where he would add the extra pleasure of rubbing his hips to hers, and then a torturous egress where she writhed to have him deep inside her.

Though he set the pace, she moved with him, kissed him, and fondled him in return. The yearning he created by simply being him and being here with her built in intensity. She needed more and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Like that.” He hissed and sped up. His thrusts came a bit harder, his kisses more erratic.

Her body’s demand swelled, her carnal need consuming her as he inched her closer and closer to her release. “Logan.”

“Come, baby.” His voice enticing and tempting. “Let go for me.”

She wanted to obey and tensed. Her climax was right there, almost, and she had to have it. “Please.”

“Let go.” As if sensing her need, he drove into her.

One hard thrust finally sent her careening over the edge. As the most exquisite rush of ecstasy and bliss took over every part of her, she held on to him for dear life for fear she would float away. “Logan!”

Without a word, he continued, propelling into her. “Baby.” He reached back and pulled her leg up farther. “Damn.”

At last, he lost control, and shook, plunging his body to hers at a rapid rate.

She moved his hair back from his face, wiped away the sweat on his forehead, and made sure to move with him to give him maximum enjoyment. The sheer act of watching him get closer and closer and knowing he used her body to get there served to arouse her. “Come on, Logan.”

He shut his eyes as his body trembled. “So good.”

“You’re there.” The sounds of their bodies connecting echoed through the room.

His body stiffened as he throbbed inside her. “Ah!” He let out a yell, pulled back, and thrust once more, repeating the action twice more before lowering himself on top of her. “Oh, God.”

They held each other, and he ground his hips in a circle as he settled down.

“Um.” She scratched her nails down his back, and her breath quickened with her desire growing. “Don’t stop.” Until the words left her mouth, she didn’t realize how close she was to another orgasm.

“Come again.” He pressed down even harder.

“I can’t.” Though she couldn’t stop.

“Yes, you can.” He remained embedded deep within her. “Take your time and let me feel it.”

Her body belonged to Logan. Beyond her control, the ripples reverberated through her body once more. Her breath caught and she leaned up.

“That’s perfect.” He held her while the pulses morphed into a warm afterglow, leaving her weak, but satisfied.

Without a word, he swept his mouth across hers and moved off the bed.

Once more, she listened to Logan in the bathroom, but rather than irritating her, she smiled.

He returned to the bed and scooped her up in his arms. “Come here.”

“I’m right here.” She cuddled up to him and rested her face in the crook of his neck.

“Doesn’t feel close enough.” He pulled the covers up over them. “I don’t need to state the obvious and tell you that was incredible.”

She laughed and tried to move closer. “What do we do now?”

“We’re going to live out my fantasy.” His voice came out heavy with sated exhaustion.

“What’s that?” Though the woman who made love to Logan wasn’t the girl who hung his posters on her wall, he lived up to his reputation on both counts.

“Do it again until we forget how many times we’ve done it and then do it some more.” He combed his fingers through her hair. “I can hardly wait until we get through this godforsaken project and the anniversary is behind us and we can just live our lives. The only good it’s done is bring you to me.”

Logan settled down, and she lay awake rewinding his words. More than ever she needed to find out the truth about what happened all those years ago if they were going to be together until they lost count of the days.

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EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE – AMARILLO, TEXAS – DAY

The heat is killing them. They stop at a convenience store for something to drink and for ROXY to use the ladies’ room.

CHARLES

At this rate, we’ll never make it back by Sunday night. We aren’t even close to being there.

WILLIAM holds up map.

WILLIAM

No look, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California. If we take two states a day, we’ll be there by tomorrow.

CHARLES

Texas is huge. You don’t just drive across it. You can’t count states. You have to count miles.

STEVEN

Charles is right.

With wide eyes, CHARLES stares at STEVEN.

CHARLES

I am?

STEVEN pats CHARLES on top of his head.

STEVEN

Yes, you are. You need to count miles and then you need to have a contingency plan. None of us ever planned for any delays or emergencies.

CHARLES puts his hand to his head.

CHARLES

Oh my God, I made a mistake. What if something happens?

STEVEN

I suppose we just have to wait and see.

Chapter Twelve

She had sex with Logan Alexander.

Really amazing, mind-numbing, multiple-orgasm-type sex.

Not only did Ivy have sex with him, she had sex with him multiple times and in multiple locations. The ride from Palm Springs back to Los Angeles would never be the same.

On top of everything, pun intended, he spent the following night at her place, and rather than using her name, he decided to call her babe, baby, or his lady the whole time. Privy to the fact Logan, or her guy, cooked, she wrangled him to make breakfast, and then they christened her shower.

Only after Logan had left her apartment to get some camera-worthy clothes did she really reflect on all that had happened and still she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Her stomach twisted as she relived some of the highlights. Not only had she practically begged her teen dream to make love to her the first time, but she even allowed him to pick out her outfit for the broadcast.

She glanced down at the little early 1980s alternative-styled outfit with skintight black pants and a fitted tweed blazer, showing a work-appropriate amount of cleavage. But then she shivered with another realization.