Page 22 of 21 Week Hiatus

“I didn’t walk away, Logan, you pushed me away.”

“I know,” I respond with a heavy sigh. “Tell me how I can fix this.” I murmur in her ear. “What is it going to take? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness right here, because I’ll do it, Savi. I fucked up big time I know and I’m so sorry.”

Savi slowly turns to face me, her tear-filled gaze lifting to meet my gaze. I’ll walk over hot coal barefoot if it means I’ll erase that pained look in her eyes and have her look at me with love and desire like she used to. “You’re sorrynow, but how can I trust you? How can I be sure you won’t freak out and do the same thing in a couple of weeks or months down the line?”

I shake my head and reach up to touch her cheeks, hoping to convey the sincerity in my words. “Savi, listen to me. I haven't been in a relationshipsince my divorce from April. And honestly, what I had with her wasn't even a real relationship because I spent most of it resenting and hating her,” I explain and Savi listens closely, her brows furrowing. “What I had with you over those few weeks is the most genuine relationship I have ever had with anyone. It just feels right, like I've known you my whole life, when in reality there is still so much for us to learn about each other. Am I going to make mistakes? Yes, I am but believe me when I tell you, that you’re the first woman to walk into my life after such a long time and make me want to be better and try again.” My voice falters for a moment as I lay my heart bare before her, knowing that this beautiful woman holds the key to my happiness in her hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

Logan opens his arms for me when I take a step into his space and gaze up into his molten eyes while he circles his arms around my waist and pulls me up against him.

“Okay with what?” he questions, pressing his forehead to mine.

“This,” I smile and gesture to the array of boxes filled with my belongings scattered all over his bedroom. My hands wander over his chest, and I slowly snake my arms around his neck, my fingers lightly stroking the short hairs at his nape while he looks around at the boxes. “Having me all up in your space. It’s a pretty big step.”

Logan's eyes wander back to me, and he brushes an affectionate kiss on my jawline, his handsome face lit up with contentment. “Oh, I’m very sure,” he murmurs almost unintelligibly against my skin, and I quiver visibly against the heat of his breath against my flesh. “This is our space now and I want you in every inch of it, Wildfire.”

My heart swells at his assertion and it takes everything in me to not melt into a puddle at his feet. Is this real? I still can’t believe I’m moving in with Logan when just a couple of weeks ago I was crying myself to sleep at night because I was heartbroken and missing him.

Had someone told me that he and I would have reconciled after our breakup and I would be living with him, I would have told them to go and get their head checked because I was sure it was over for good.

That day he showed up at the festival almost two weeks ago, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to forgive him. I’ve been burnt one too many times now that I thought I had exhausted every bit of trust I had in men. Even if the breakup was amicable, it wasn’t mutual. Logan’s lack of faith in our relationship and the decision to give up on us because a couple of people had some opinions was downright hurtful, especially because I was fully committed to him, and I naively believed that he was fully committed to me too. I mean, how could he have not been after choosing me over his own son?

Still, as happy as I am right now, I’ll be honest, there’s a very small part of me that is still anxious that something will happen and he will get spooked, and want to break up again.

Which is why I'm being cautious with my heart and keeping my guard up, at least for now. Even if Logan has made promises to be fully committed this time around and has asked me to move in with him, I can't risk going through all that heartache again if it doesn't work out.

Though, I must admit I am proud of myself, because unlike the old Savi who would have gone and forgiven him blindly, I made him sweat a little. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him when he said he wasn’t giving up and would do whatever it takes until I forgive him. I made him suffer and grovel for a good couple of weeks, which I’ll confess felt good and did help appease some of the bitterness that’s been festering away inside me since we broke up. Every day I would receive a bouquet of one hundred and forty-seven red roses from Logan to work. One rose for every day we were broken up. Every request for a date so we can ‘talk’ was denied. Because let’s face it, I’m a weak bitch when it comes to him, and I know I would have eventually wound up in his bed.

Logan leans in to kiss me, but I playfully pull my head back before his lips could touch mine. When he gives me a questioning look, I draw my lip between my teeth and step away from him with a playful smile. Logan watches me intently as I reach up and pull the claw hair clip holding my hair in a bun out of my hair and shake it out until it falls loosely around my shoulders.

“And I wantyouin every inch ofme, Mr. Peirce.” I declare, lowering my tone to a sultry octave while hooking my index finger in the open-ended zipper of my zip-up crop top and slowly pull it down until it unfastens, revealing my bare breasts to him.

Logan’s eyes flash with rampant desire almost immediately. The way his eyes fixedly follow the zipper unfastening and darken when my breasts are fully exposed to him heightens my own excitement. I’ve been making him wait for weeks, teasing him as a form of punishment. I’d give him a taste but pulled away before things got too heated. Which I deserve an award for because resisting a man like Logan is no easy feat. I mean, Jeezus, have you seen him? The man practically oozes sex appeal from every pore.

Logan already had an incredible physique, but he’s even more muscular now where he had evidently been hitting the gym hard after our breakup. Using intense workouts as a coping mechanism to dull the pain he had been trying to ignore.

Yet, it’s been both satisfying and exhilarating to see him all riled up and frustrated, his eyes burning with longing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been equally as challenging for me, because boy, have I been craving him like crazy. So much so that I almost came close to caving. However, I somehow managed to keep my wayward impulses in check and stay focused on my mission.

Don’t make myself too available and keep Logan on his toes.

If the chase is what he craves I’ll give him just that. I’ll drive him crazy with need if that’s what it takes to keep that electric connection thriving between us.

“Are you sure, Wildfire?” Logan growls gruffly while advancing toward me, his lustful gaze fixed on mine. My panties dampen at the deep andloaded tone of his voice when he says my nickname. The crop top I’m wearing slides off my shoulders and hits the hardwood floor of his bedroom with a dull thud. “The way I’m feeling after your little games this past week, if I come over there and you even think about denying me again, we’ll be changing the rules.”

My stomach twists with excitement at his assertion, “I mean, I wasn’t planning on it, but now you’ve got me all intrigued. Perhaps I should consider it just to find out what you intend to do to me.” I purr with a wayward smile and glide my fingers sensually over my breasts.

Logan bites his lip as he walks over to me, his lower lip clinched between his teeth and a wicked glint in his eyes. My head tips back as he steps into my space and towers over me in all his six-foot and one-hundred-and-eighty-pound magnificence. “Deny me and find out, Wildfire.” Logan voices as he skims his fingertips over my cheek.

His gaze holds a daring challenge that simmers with hidden intentions. Intentions I would very much love to spend the night indulging in.

Smiling faintly, I inch closer until my lips are hovering over his. I use my index finger and starting from the base I drag it slowly over the length of his shaft. My fingernail scratches lightly against the material of his navy-blue jogging bottoms. A low and erotic rumble of pleasure emanates from deep within Logan and I soak up every last note.

“Maybe I will,” I respond breathily whilst lightly dragging the tip of my tongue along his lower lip. “But first…” hooking my fingers on the waistband of his jogging pants, I pull them down his toned thighs with ease. My gaze falls downward, and I lick my lips ravenously as his engorged cock springs free from its confinement. As expected, he’s not wearing any boxers underneath; he rarely does. Logan eyes me hungrily as I kneel before him. “I need to taste you.”

“Do you now?” he burrs, combing his fingers through my hair, pushing strands away from my face as I curl my fingers around his shaft. “Is my girl hungry for Daddy’s cum?” When I nod and lick my lips he smirks. “Well, open that pretty mouth and let me give you a taste, baby,” he adds, brushing the crown of his throbbing dick across my lips. “Daddy has a nice big load all ready for you to drink up.”

My lips part and my tongue darts out, eagerly tracing the underside of his rigid cock. Logan's deep, resonating groan echoes through the room as his hips jut forward in response to my touch. “Mm, fuck baby, I fucking love the way you lick my cock like that," he praises breathlessly. “Stick that tongue out—ah yes, just like that—oh fuck, let me grind against it.” His hand tightens on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guides me to the perfect spot. I watch him in fascination as he grinds against my tongue, his pleasure evident in every breath and movement. The cool and smooth metal of his piercing and the taste of him fills my senses, a heady mix of salt and musk that heats up my body. His warm flesh glides over my tongue and triggers an intense heat and ache between my legs that is impossible to ignore and has me reaching to touch myself.

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