Page 48 of Puck Drop
Wishful thinking, I say to myself with disappointment.
That is the last conscious thought I have before I am finally out like a light.
FIFTEEN
Logan
I jumpin a sitting position as soon as Elizabeth’s alarm goes off. At first, I feel disoriented, like I’m not sure where exactly I am located. A quick glance around the room reminds me that I came to her apartment straight from the airport last night.
Not seeing her upon my return from D.C. was not an option. I wanted to see her, feel her, take everything she had to give me. I did not think my plan through, though, when I left the airport and drove straight here. The night was quiet when I got out of the car and ran up the steps to her apartment. Just as I reached her floor, I glanced down at my phone, shocked to see how late it was. Then, I looked up and noticed her lights were still on. I was surprised, but figured that she must be a night owl, like me. She opened the door, and all I saw was a tired mess. She looked so adorable with her hair that had seen better days, and the faint bags under her eyes.
I was in for another surprise when she said that she had been drawing. From what I remember, she had been more intopainting, and not necessarily drawing, so I’m curious today when she shows me what she created.
With that thought in mind, I stretch my body, loving the texture of her clean sheets against my skin. They feel a bit more expensive than the ones I have at my house, which I guess shouldn’t surprise me, considering how she grew up.
A second alarm starts blaring from her phone, and I turn my head to look at her, surprised to notice that she’s not reacting in any way. After a few short bursts of loud sound, the alarm goes into snooze mode. Reaching to the nightstand on my side of the bed, I blindly look for my phone to check the time. I squint my eyes when the light from it seems to be just a bit too bright. I notice that it says it’s a quarter to seven, and I wonder what time she needs to be at work.
Turning on my side, I take a moment to just stare at her face. She looks more beautiful than ever, more than I even remembered from only a couple of days ago. I smile as I recall what I said to her last night, wondering if she’ll even remember it this morning. I really hope that she will, and that we won’t have any awkward moments between us because of it.
I watch her full lips stretching into the beginning of a smile while she is still sleeping. That’s followed by her small nose, scrunching a little, making it obvious that she is a bit amused by whatever she’s dreaming about.
I lift my hand to touch her face and run the tip of my finger over her lips, then up her nose, up and down her cheek, until I reach her forehead. Pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, my heart squeezes with tender emotion when I feel her pressing her face more against my hand.
Unable to resist, I lean forward and touch my lips to hers. They’re incredibly soft against mine and definitely eager for my kisses.
“Logan,” she sighs, her eyes still closed. “I miss you all the time,” she adds.
My cock instantly stands up at attention. It’s a combination of morning wood and her words. This seems to be the reaction I have every time I’m close to her. In fact, it’s safe to say, that I do think with my cock when it comes to Elizabeth Brown. She is my weakness in every way, and I don’t have the will to fix it anytime soon.
A loud groan escapes my mouth when she moves closer and places her leg over mine, effectively opening herself to me. If we didn’t have any underwear on, sliding into her would be the easiest thing.
I am unable to resist her when she starts moving her hips, creating the most perfect friction between our already overheated bodies. She moans when I press her back and she falls against the mattress.
“Logan,” she sighs, over and over again. I feed off the frenzy I create within her body.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper back.
While I want to go crazy with it and pound into her right away, I also want to make it last. The last couple of days made me realize how much I missed her. On the surface, I kept on asking myself the same question, not knowing what I wanted as far as my relationship with Elizabeth went. My subconscious was hard at work.
Last night, as I was holding her tired body in my arms, I saw everything with so much clarity. I love her, and there is no turning back from it. And I already know that she loves me back. We are as solid as they come.
“Logan…” She digs her nails into my scalp, making me wince. But I want her to do it again.
I focus on the straps of her bra, sliding one down her arm, and then the other. I pepper soft kisses from her shouldersto her forearms, watching in awe as her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
When I start placing soft kisses down her chest, with the obvious target being her breasts, she pushes herself into me more. The closer I get, the more pressure she applies.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her in between open-mouthed kisses.
Her eyes remain closed as she continues pressing her chest into me, giving me no choice but to finally focus on the small mounds that are encased in the most delicate lace.
“Don’t go,” she cries out when I lift myself up to rest on my hands.
I lean down to press my lips against hers. She opens for me right away, her eagerness fueling the fire we’re creating together.
“I want you so much, baby,” I whisper against her bare skin right before my tongue makes contact with her bare nipple.
“Yes!” She pushes her herself up, effectively shoving her breast into my mouth. I am definitely not complaining about it. Instead, I apply more pressure, trapping the little nub against the roof of my mouth. It melts like spun sugar on my tastebuds, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
