Page 55 of Playing with Fire

We sat there holding hands and watching Alice and Nikki play out the back window until Izzy got up and headed into the kitchen to start prepping dinner. I offered to order something, but she wanted to cook. And the next few hours flew by. Watching the girls help Izzy make dinner, sitting at the table together eating, and now playing Clue Junior—it all made me hate the idea that I had to leave.

I glanced down at my watch, not believing another twenty minutes had gone by. Time was inching closer and closer to seven.

“What time do you have to go in?” Izzy asked.

“I told them I'd be in after the girls go to bed, but technically I'm on call starting at seven.” I’d planned to do the same thing last night, but got called in a little after Izzy had gotten here.

We played another round of Clue, and then it was Nikki’s turn to pick something. That turned into two rounds of the Disney version of Chutes and Ladders.

Once the games were cleaned up, I checked my watch again. “Alright, girls.” I wanted to be able to read them a story before I was called in. “Let’s get you two in bed and I’ll read you a story.”

Luckily, they were already in their pajamas and had brushed their teeth before we started the games. After they said goodnight to Izzy, I followed them upstairs. Three books later, I gave them each a kiss and pulled the door shut behind me as I left the room.

I found Izzy curled up at one end of the couch, her legs tucked up next to her. Desperate to feel her lips again, I stalked toward her, bracing my hands on either side of her before claiming her mouth. As my tongue explored, she sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her little moans took me back to earlier, when she came all over my hand. Instantly hard, my dick pushed against the fabric of my pants, begging to be set free.

She pulled back, her breath coming in shallow gasps, questions in her eyes. She could obviously feel my need for her pressing against her stomach.

“Logan…I…”

“I know, sweetheart.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Me too. But I'm not starting something with you that we might not be able to finish tonight. I want to take my time with you, and then be able to hold you all night.”

She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout, once again reminding me of that night I changed her tire. But just like that night, I found her adorable.

I placed a kiss on her nose. “You're cute.”

She cocked her head. “Cute?”

“Yes. When you pout. I think it’s cute.”

My phone blared loudly, the tones reminding me I had to go. I didn’t want to, but I had to. She continued to pout, but nothing in her body language said she was overly upset that I had to go. It was a relief to know she was getting to see what my life was like, and so far it didn’t bother her.

I pressed another quick kiss to her forehead. “Gotta go.”

She nodded and followed me to the door, gifting me one more quick kiss before I walked to my truck and drove toward the station.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

IZZY

Spendingthe night without Logan was super hard, especially knowing he wanted me as much as I did him. But tonight was his last night shift, then he'd be off for a few days, and tomorrow Maggie would have the twins back. So there was nothing stopping us from being together. At least as far as I knew.

I glanced in the living room where the girls were sitting, watching a show. I'd already fed them breakfast, and it was after eight. The guys must have gotten a call they were stuck on given Logan wasn't home yet.

I’d just finished cleaning the kitchen from breakfast when the sound of his truck pulling down the driveway hit my ears. Excitement coursed through me as I spun toward the side door. The moment he stepped inside, our gazes locked, and a smile lifted his lips. My stomach flipped as he kept his heated stare trained on me. But in his gaze was something else, too. Something more.

“Daddy’s home,” Alice announced from the great room.

He headed into the large open space and listened to the girls chatter about their show. His gaze drifted over to me more than once, almost like he was checking if I was still there.

After another few minutes, he turned toward me and made his way around the kitchen island where I was leaning back against the countertop. He mimicked my stance next to me and entwined our fingers together. Jesus, just that simple touch had need pooling in my belly.

“So, what’s the plan today?” I swallowed and tried to focus on our conversation and not the way my body responded to his touch.

“Maggie should be here around two to pick them up if you can hang out until then. I’m going to spend some time with them before heading to bed.”

“Okay.” I nodded. That was what I thought, but I needed something to take my mind off the fluttering in my belly.

“Can I take you out tonight?”

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