I let my head sink a little closer to the floor. "When the two of you were out, I brought some laundry in here."
He rubbed my back, waiting for me to continue. Was I really about to suggest he slept with Mrs. Logan on the same morning he bought my engagement ring?
"Her suitcases were in here."
"I didn't know that until after you left. She slept in the guest room the whole time."
"A pair of her panties…under the bed…" My eyes snapped shut, my mouth, too.
He stopped rubbing. I opened my eyes and turned my head just enough to look at him.
"I didn't fuck her, if that's what you think."
"I know." I studied his face, not looking for a lie but anger at the accusation. "At least I do now — but I couldn't think straight that day."
I tried to sit up. A fuzzy gray void of nothing crept toward the center of my vision. Logan caught me as I started to fall to the side.
"Lie back, Lilliput." He moved me up the bed, taking the pillows from under my head and propping them under my feet. Resting on his side, he stroked my cheek. "You don't have to answer today or this week or this month."
He kissed my forehead, his other hand curling around the top of my head to caress my temple. He wiped a tear of mine, making me realize I had started crying again. "I just need to know there's a chance you'll say yes, love."
"It's only been a little while," I whispered, eyes closed while I tried to capture my thoughts.
"Less than a month of sex," Logan agreed. "A hell of a lot longer wanting you, plus five years of knowing you, seeing how funny and smart, caring and loving-"
He choked on the last word and stopped talking. His hands stopped moving and I felt the press of his head against the mattress. I knew he was done talking. He'd put himself out there, said he loved me, risked rejection and I had offered nothing in return.
Turning my head, I opened my eyes. His gaze lifted from my shoulders to my face.
"I love you, Logan." I wanted to turn onto my side, but another wave of dizziness washed over me.
Pressing gently against my shoulder, Logan pushed me onto my back and moved closer. He rested his arm across my chest, his lips against my cheeks. His thumb rubbed a soft line along my arm. "Just relax, love."
That sweet caress slowly extended to more of my body. Still refusing to let me turn or sit up, he drew my leg closer to him. When the skirt limited how wide he could spread my legs, he tugged it a little higher then draped his thigh across mine. His palm rested against the fabric of my panties as he kissed at my neck.
His hand slid beneath the underwear. "Lose the blouse, baby."
I undid the buttons, opening my top. He pulled the fabric of the bra back with his teeth then his mouth fastened around a nipple. I reached between us, my fingers searching for the hard bulge of his cock. I found it, thick and full. Logan groaned against my breast as I gave him an exploratory squeeze.
"I won't faint," I promised.
He pushed up onto his side, looked down at me and shook his head. Beneath my panties, his strong hands kneaded my plump labia. "Can't be too safe, baby."
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, a sensual heat glazing his face. "And it makes me so hard to have you where I want you."
I gave another squeeze and sighed. Hard as steel and thick as a baseball bat from the feel of him.
He edged toward the end of the bed, his foot hitting the jewelry box. He caught it before it fell. He stood, sorrow flashing across his face, and then he turned toward the dresser.
"Don't put it away, Logan."
His gaze caught mine through the mirror. A question filled his eyes.
Sitting up, I kicked the pillows onto the floor and scooted down the bed. My feet touched the carpet and I proceeded to put my clothes back in order, starting with my exposed breast. Buttons redone, if slightly askew, I smoothed my fingers through my hair then folded them in my lap.
Looking up at him, I repeated the words. "Don't put it away."
The slightest nod from Logan then he sank to his knees. Removing the ring, he put the box aside and took my hand. "Marry me, Lily. Have my children. Be a mother to my son. Don't hide from me or doubt how deeply I want and care for you. Love me like I will always love you."
Voice choking, he slid the ring onto my finger. My tears landed atop his hand. Leaning closer, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him. "Yes. To everything. Always."
Logan kissed me back, more thoroughly as the soft smile on his face turned hungry. He forced me onto my back. His fingers danced down the front of my blouse to quickly charm the buttons open. A slide of his hand underneath me and the bra came unsnapped. Dragging the straps along my arms, he exposed my breasts.
Burying his face between my breasts, Logan undid my skirt and stripped my clothes from my lower body. Back on his knees, he sank closer to the floor, his head nestled between my thighs.
Eyes closed, he feasted. His hands roamed my hips and thighs, gripping my flesh, tugging at it. His soft groans vibrated through me as he tongued and fingered me to my first climax. I blushed at how quickly he could make me come.
Standing, Logan stripped as I made my way further up the bed. Naked, he crawled on top of me, his head pointed at my feet and our torsos pressed together. His face burrowed once more against my pussy and I sucked half his cock into my mouth.
Sliding beneath me, his hands separated the globes of my ass. A finger teased my anus as he tenderly nursed at my clit. Moaning, I swallowed more of his cock, the angle of our bodies allowing me to take him deeper than ever before.
The sucking and fingering between my thighs grew more ragged as I brought him close to the edge of release with me. A phantom flame flickered along my skin, my body contorting from its heat and the need to taste Logan. I licked, sucked, stroked, scratched as he did the same. I started to vibrate, hips rolling, the moans as thick in my throat as Logan's cock.
He froze, his release shooting into my mouth as my hips crested upwards to ride his lips and tongue. We trembled together, another wave of my climax rolling through me, and then he collapsed to the side.
Licking my cream from his lips, his eyes drifted shut. I wiggled and shifted along the mattress until my head rested in the crook of his arm. Relentless, his hand returned to my cleft, leisurely working me to another mewling pitch while his erection returned.
"You're a machine," I teased as he pushed onto his side then covered me.
"Mmm. A pleasure machine," he agreed, spreading my thighs. "Just for you."
He worked his hand between us to grip his cock. "I'm taking you like this, love. Bare. I'm going to come inside you."
Trying not to cry anymore, I nodded. Tears aren't sexy. I wanted him in me, filling me, not drying me cheeks and trying to calm me all over again.
Logan pushed in, drove deep, his gaze never leaving mine. Biting the edge of his bottom lip, he stroked out. His brow lifted, lips parted and then he closed his eyes. "The things your pussy does to me, Lily."
My body squeezed reflexively. I loved having his cock in me, loved the way he looked at me, his gaze burning with desire. Seeing him so open with his feelings now, I realized all the little signals I had missed over the last eight months. The nuances with his voice, the slight flare of his nostrils when our bodies came close, the almost imperceptible twitch of his chest or biceps when we actually brushed against one another.
Logan lowered his head and nuzzled my breasts. His hips ran circles between hard driving thrusts. I ran my hands over his back, my nails lightly scoring his flesh when his being inside me felt too good.
Finding my knees, he gripped them and forced my legs up and wider. Holding his torso away from mine, he looked between us. I could feel how wet I was and hear the sucking slurps of his heavy cock fucking in and out of me. My pussy suctioned him tighter. His head rolled back and his eyes followed the same path until all I could see was white.