They were friends, after all. And friends took care of each other. That was all he was doing.
“Come on.” He hooked his hand around her waist and helped her stand. She slumped against him, and he tightened his hold. The stairs to her bedroom were steep, but he’d carried her up there before. That crazy day when they’d first met and his hormones had gone into overload, like a teenager unable to think of anything but his dick.
She looped her arms around his neck and nestled her face into him. He could feel the warmth of her breath through the open buttons at the neck of his shirt, as he carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Her eyes were drooping as he lay her on the mattress, before he pulled the covers up over her body. “I’ll grab your toothbrush,” he told her. “You can give them a quick scrub in here. Then I’ll go and let you sleep.”
“You’re leaving?” she asked.
“I’ll get my rest at my dad’s place, then fly back to Boston tomorrow.”
She swallowed hard. “I thought you might stay here tonight.”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice low.
Her gaze met his. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I do.”
Crazy how that simple answer made his heart hammer against his chest. “Then I’ll stay.”
She smiled. “Good.”
He helped her brush her teeth, before brushing his own. Then he took his shirt and pants off, neatly folding them up on the chair in the corner of her room. Wearing only his shorts, he climbed into bed beside her, trying really damn hard not to get aroused by her sweet body.
She curled into him, her dark tresses tickling his face as he pressed against her fragrant hair. A glance at his watch told him it was just past nine o’clock.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone to bed this early. Not without having sex, at least. And yet here he was, primetime on a Friday night, with a beautiful, feverish, woman, breathing softly against his chest.
If his brothers could see him right now they’d be sniggering their damn heads off.
It was a good thing his relationship with Courtney was a secret only the two of them knew.
There was something warm and damp beneath Courtney’s cheek. It took a moment for her to realize it was Logan’s chest, and she’d somehow been drooling on it. She tried to softly wipe the saliva away from his skin.
“Huh?” Logan lifted his head. In the darkness of the room, she could just about make out his features. He was frowning as he looked down at her, his eyelids half-closed. “You okay? You need something?” he asked, his voice raspy.
Strangely, she was feeling a little better. Enough for her head not to be pounding anymore. “What time is it?” she asked.
Logan lifted his arm, the face of his watch catching a glint of the moonlight. “Almost eleven.”
“I thought it must be nearly morning.”
He brushed a curl from her cheek. “You’ve got a while yet. Go back to sleep.”
She let her head fall back onto his chest. God, he felt good. His skin was warm, taut over the rise and dip of his muscles, smelling of the soap they’d used when they were in the shower.
He stroked her hair again, and her thigh muscles contracted. She brought her hand up to his chest, splaying her fingers out across the ridge of his left pectoral. He let out a grunt, and her body tightened again. Tracing the lines of his chest with her hand, she turned her head and pressed her lips to his skin.
Almost immediately she felt him respond. He was hard and thick against her leg. She pressed her warm thigh against him until he sighed again.
“Baby, you’re sick,” he said, his voice low.
She lifted her head to catch his gaze. “I’m feeling better.”
He chuckled. “You’re still hot.”
This time she grinned. “I sure am.” She wriggled on the mattress until her face was inline with his, her body still pressed against his chest and legs. She traced her finger along his bottom lip, swallowing hard when she saw him tremble.
“We shouldn’t…”
“We should,” she whispered. “Like this. Easy and slow.” They were facing each other, laying on their sides, and she ran her hand down his spine, biting down a smile as he shivered.
Her body ached for him. The thought of going another month without feeling him move inside of her was too much. She watched as his brow dipped, as though he was thinking things through. She smoothed the three vertical lines between them.
Then she kissed him, her lips barely brushing his. He let out a little moan, giving into the need pulsing through both their veins.
“Just slow,” he whispered against her mouth, making it curl into a grin.
“Okay.” She nodded, her expression teasing.
He ran his hand down her side, then hitched her thigh over his hip, pulling her against him until they were lined up perfectly. He kissed her, gently sliding into her until their bodies became one. His eyes caught hers, and she gave a nod, then he started to move inside her.
Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling. He slid his hand down to her behind, fingers steadying her as he filled her over and again.
It was so different to the other times they’d had sex. So soft and intimate. Like he could see into her soul as the pleasure slowly coiled inside her. And when she came, it wasn’t the short, sharp blast of orgasms he’d wrung from her the last time they were together. It was sweet and long and made her breath catch in her throat. Soon after, he was joining her, holding her tight as he surged inside her, his hands caressing the cheeks of her behind as they both slowly came down from their high.
And then they heard the hammering
