Page 71 of One More Chance
CHARLOTTE WOKE UP CONFUSED. She couldn’t move her arms, or her legs for that matter. She tried to stretch but her blankets were wound too tightly around her. She struggled and realized that she was swaddled in the guest room duvet but was in her own bed. She felt the warmth of Logan’s hand on her hip and smiled before turning to face him. She pulled the straight jacket duvet out from beneath her and tossed it to the bedroom floor, freeing up space in between the two of them. When she looked up at him, she was surprised to see that his eyes were open and staring at her.
“Good morning,” she murmured and kissed his chest.
“Good morning,” he replied, stroking her hair.
She moved to kiss him, and he kissed her back, but she felt a reluctance in his lips that wasn’t there the night before. “Is everything okay?” It was never good for a man to have cold feet while he was still in your bed.
“Char, we promised that we would talk to each other, so instead of jumping to conclusions, I just have to ask,” he patted the folder. “Are you leaving Chance Rapids?”
The paperwork. She had forgotten all about it.
“Are you leaving because of me?” Logan continued without waiting for her response.
“No, and... no,” Charlotte lied, but then looked up at his kind eyes. They had promised to be honest with each other, “I’m not leaving anymore, but yes it was because of you. I couldn’t imagine seeing you with someone else every time I went into town.”
“Oh, Charlotte,” he whispered. “What can I do to change your mind?”
“You don’t have to. I already did,” she smiled.
“So, you’re not leaving?” he asked.
“No,” she smiled. “I’m not leaving.” She crawled over him, so she was straddling his waist.
“That’s too bad,” he grinned at her, hooking his thumbs on her hip bones and digging his fingers into her hips as he leaned up to kiss her.
She pushed his chest down, “Too bad?”
“Yeah,” he grinned wider. “I need to buy a house.”
She smiled at him and kissed him lightly. “I happen to know a good real estate agent,” she whispered into his mouth.
“Is she hot?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” she replied and nipped at his earlobe.
“Does she take alternate forms of payment?”
“What kinds of alternate payments are we talking about?” she asked, trailing her finger down the dip between his pectoral muscles.
“This kind,” Logan said as he grabbed her waist and tossed her on the bed beside him so that he could straddle her. He moved down her body and kissed between her legs, “This kind,” he whispered. Charlotte writhed as the breath of his words sent an intense ripple of pleasure through her body.
“She might make an exception—” Charlotte gasped. She couldn’t finish her sentence. Logan’s lips were on her and she couldn’t seem to form any more words except, “Oh, God.”
They spent the morning lounging in bed, alternating between pleasuring each other and moaning in ecstasy together. It felt easy, right, and good.
“Logan,” Charlotte said, tracing his abs as he absentmindedly stroked her hair.
“Yes, baby.”
“I’ve been thinking,” she said.
“I can tell, I can practically see the steam coming from your ears.”
“I think that I’m going to change the address on that paperwork... to this one.”
“Really?” Logan sat up and pulled her in tightly next to him. She rested her cheek on his chest and could feel his heartbeat thudding against her face.
“I think that there’s a lot of opportunity in Chance Rapids. Lauren and Tabitha are moving there, the economy is picking up, and they need a good realtor up there.”
