Page 60 of His Good Girl
“Very badly.”
“Then you have some thinking to do. I demand absolute and total trust, Serena. No secrets, no fantasies left untold. I want you stripped bare for me to see every part of you. I want you to rip open your soul and bleed into mine so that I don’t know where I begin and you end, and in return, I will do the same. Can you do that, angel?”
With my heart pounding in my ears at his delicious words, I shiver. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, fisting his hand in my hair. “You’re so brave. So beautiful. I’m so proud of you for so many reasons, but fighting your darkness is difficult. I know, and I’ll be there with you every step of the way, reminding you how amazing you are. I will make up for all the times I wasn’t there.”
“Logan,” I croak, tears welling up. “I need you.”
“That makes me so happy to hear, angel. I need you too. You soothe the savage beast inside me. Without you, I’m lost.”
Wanting to kiss him, wanting to climb into his lap to ride him all night long, I know I have to get back to Rue, or she will be frantic. A phone call won’t cut it. And I won’t say that the thought of Quen showing up and killing Logan isn’t constantly pestering me, either.
“I should go,” I murmur reluctantly.
He nods and stands up. “Wait here.”
Looking around his apartment as he runs up the stairs, I note how immaculate it is. I’m such a slob compared to him. He is everything I’m not. Again, I wonder why he is doing this. Why does he say he wants me?
“Take this,” he says when he returns, holding a small black phone out to me. “It’s a burner. I’ll call you on it and message you several times a day to make sure you’re okay. If you ever need me, the number you can reach me on is in there. Don’t show it to anyone, not even Rue, okay, baby girl?”
“Okay,” I say, taking it and standing up. “When will I see you again?”
“Soon. I can’t stay away now that you’re so close, but there is a masked party on Saturday. Ask Rue to be her plus one, and I’ll see you there; in the meantime, I’ll find a way to see you.”
“I hate this sneaking around.”
“We will be together soon. I promise you.”
He leads me to the front door. Part of me wishes he’d protested and begged me to stay. It makes me insecure again that he wants me to leave. But when I look into his eyes and see them filled with such longing and sadness that we have to part, it washes all the doubt away.
“I’ll make sure you get home safe,” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “No, stay here. It’s okay. I’ll grab a cab. The last thing I want is Quen to find out about this. He will go ballistic. Fucker,” I add under my breath.
Logan laughs softly. “Not much longer, baby girl. You will be mine out in the open, your uncle and his threats be damned. But no, I’ll see you home.”
“Please, stay here. We’ve already risked too much.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking me.”
His intense gaze bores into mine, and I nearly give in, but his presence isn’t required.
“I’ll be fine,” I murmur and turn to the elevator before he has a chance to protest again, or I decide not to leave and throw myself at him to ravage as he sees fit.
As the door slides shut, I press the button for three floors down, and when they open, I see Rue pacing up and down outside an open apartment door, checking her phone impatiently.
I smile, knowing she’d come home to wait for me.
“Hey!” she practically shouts. “Fuck! What is going on?”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer, she just grabs my wrist and drags me into her apartment, closing the door quickly and quietly before she turns to me, demanding answers.
Chapter33
Logan
Hiding my smirk, I close the door after the elevator doors close. She thinks she got away with that, but I know one thing.
