Page 16 of Landing Her Eagle
“No, no, no, look at me. It’s okay. It’s me. You can tell me anything. Daphne, come on.”
Okay, deep breath, be brave. I meet his gaze. “Yes, I’m a virgin, and this is a lot, and I wasn’t expecting it. You know I have a hard time with surprises, even wonderful ones, and I don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to be bad at it, and you know what you’re doing, and I didn’t shave my legs today. Oh my God! You’re laughing at me!”
That’s it, I’m out of here. Logan’s grip tightens around my shoulders before I can stand.
“No! Honey, I’m not laughing at you. I mean, not in any kind of bad way. We’re good. We go at your speed. As long as you’re not channeling your inner Chewbacca, I don’t care what your legs are like. I didn’t shave mine today either.”
My shoulders relax. I didn’t realize how tight they’d been.
“A lot has happened today,” he says, “and I’ve had the advantage of knowing that I’d see you. Let’s take a deep breath, eat our pizza, and relax. Nothing needs to happen tonight. We’re just us, same as always.”
Giggling, I can’t resist. “Us but with kissing.” I hope just kissing is enough for him. I’m not ready to jump headfirst into all the other physical aspects of our relationship yet.
14
LOGAN
This wasn’thow I was expecting the night to go. I imagined us cuddling on the couch, but in my fantasy, there was more making out and less yelling at the refs for penalty calls against the Flyers. Daphne is so sweet, but put a hockey game on the TV, and she goes into beast mode. Philly is playing Boston, so it’s a hard-hitting, fast-skating game, with both teams generating penalties, something Daphne is taking personally.
“C’mon! That was a trip! Where’s the call? What do we need for you to call in our favor? Gritty blow you during intermission?”
I shudder at the thought of that but laugh. She’s hilarious to watch a game with. When we go to games in Philly, I make sure she only drinks soda, and I keep her full of snacks because mixing hockey and a hangry, drunk Daphne is not a good thing.
We’re sitting on the couch, and Daph is snuggling up against me with my arm around her shoulder. The bowl of Chicago mix popcorn rests on her lap. This feels comfortable. I wasn’t expecting us to have sex tonight. I wouldn’t mind at all if we did, of course, but I figured we’d take things slowly. Not this slowly though. There are glaciers moving faster than this.Thisreminds me of being a teenager.
Huh. If Daphne is as inexperienced as I assume she is after her earlier outburst, she might be atthe-teenager-watching-TV-on-the-couchstage of things. Okay, how did I do this at fifteen?
I brush my fingertips along her arm where my hand rests around her shoulder. She shivers, and goosebumps rise on her skin. She’s responsive. That’s good. I angle my head to nuzzle her temple and place a tender kiss there. She sighs, and her lashes flutter. I snag a handful of popcorn and turn my attention back to the game.
Daphne peeks at me for a moment before also focusing on the game again.
There are only four minutes left in the first period. I can be patient.
She leans forward and places the bowl on the coffee table, then snuggles deeper into my side. I tighten my arm around her shoulder and watch the seconds tick down, marking the end of the period.
She gets up from the couch, grabs her glass, and looks at me. “Do you want anything to drink? I’m going to get a bit more soda.”
“No, I’m good,” I say, standing as well. “Be right back.” I lean to place a quick kiss on her lips and place my hand on her hip when I shift past her in the space between the coffee table and couch. After I brush my teeth and change into an old T-shirt and gray sweatpants I have in my dresser in the second bedroom, I grab a blanket and pillow off the bed I use when I stay here and return to the living room. I see Daphne had a similar idea and changed into a tee and blue sleep shorts with cartoon sheep on them. Her shirt is from a co-ed softball league we were in during college. She has her own team T-shirt, but seeing my last name on her back stirs something possessive in me. I enjoy seeing my name on her very much. It belongs there.
“Great minds think alike,” I murmur.
“And fools seldom differ,” Daphne finishes the familiar phrase with a grin.
I spread the blanket over the back of the sofa and lie down.
She quirks her head. “Where am I supposed to sit?”
I pat my chest. “Lie right here. We’re cuddling while watching the rest of the game.”
Her skeptical expression cracks me up. I shift to my side and press my back against the rear cushions.
“Fine, we’ll do it this way. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t fall off. I’ll hold on to you.”
“I bet,” she mutters. But she settles against me.
I reach back and pull the blanket over us, then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her snugly against me. Her hair is in a low ponytail and pours over the bicep of the arm I have folded under our heads. It’s silky, smelling of strawberries and vanilla. I’m suddenly craving strawberry shortcake. Daphne wiggles a bit, getting comfortable as the Flyers face off against the Bruins to start the second period. Her curvy ass nestles against my crotch, and my cock stirs in interest. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.
Daphne sighs and relaxes against me. “I never thought we’d be here like this, Logan. This has been the best day of my life. Thank you.”
