“How close were you two? Was it a fling?” She leaned back on her elbows.
“We went out for a couple years. We shopped for rings.” He replied steadily. Zoë held her breath and calmed her nerves. “But I think I just did all that because I had no idea what I really wanted. I didn’t have a job, couldn’t get a job. And gosh, supporting a fiancé and wife who just needed the next biggest and best thing. And the fact that she couldn’t understand our finances,” he shook his head.
“She sounds a little selfish.” Zoë blurted out, regretting that she opened her mouth. It wasn’t her place to comment. Logan didn’t seem phased.
“She was. But I thought that’s what girls were supposed to be like. Texan women are expected to be that way,” he sighed. “I’m glad you don’t act like that.”
“What makes you think I’m not?” She laughed slightly.” You’re not. I can tell. I can just feel your vibe.” He grinned. Zoë smiled back, taking another drink.
Whenever he smiled at her and made small comments about it, her heart skipped a beat. “Well, I’m glad you have a lot of faith in me. It’s something that my ex never had in me,” she lost her smile for a moment. “Before I met him, I was a know-it-all kinda girl. After him, well…” she trailed off. “I feel like I’ve lost who I am and what my purpose is.”
“Do you know what your purpose is now?” Logan questioned. Zoë glanced at his gaze.
“No. But, I’m okay not knowing. What I do know is that I’m glad to be single again.” The boat fell silent again.
“Well, you’re going to like the mountains.” Logan nodded, more to himself than to her. “This is the place to be to straighten it all out and tie up loose ends.”
“For once, I feel like I’m in the right place, at the right time.” She agreed. Charlie laid his head on her knee, his cheeks puffing out when he gave a hefty sigh. Logan smiled thoughtfully again.
“Me too.” They started rowing back to shore, Logan getting out of the boat first. Zoë lifted Charlie up to him. Charlie immediately lay on the dock. Zoë imagined that if he had lips, he would kiss the ground, praising the lord that he was on solid ground again.
Zoë grabbed the bag and accepted Logan’s extended hand when he offered to help her out. Instead of letting go of her hand he increased his grip. When she didn’t pull away, they walked back together to her car. Their drive was quiet, and halfway home, Logan shifted his weight to look at her.
“I want to take you out again,” he asked politely.
“Do I get to know where? I’d like to know before I make my decision,” she teased.
“I have a friend at the Stanley. I wanted to take you on a ghost tour,” Logan explained. As soon as it was out of his mouth, he was slightly embarrassed. It seemed like a fun idea, but out loud seemed silly.
Zoë’s face brightened. “I’ve been wanting to go do things in Estes! So many guests are coming in and telling me all these fun things. That sounds really fun!” She started to grow excited.
Logan was relieved. He had finally found someone that enjoyed what he did.
Chapter Eight
Their date had been a success. They had gotten lucky and received a private tour. Because it was still early in the season, there were no other tourists to tag along, and the tour was well worth it. Logan had already been on it before, but this time it was much more special with her.
Logan was thirty-one years old, and he wasn’t a womanizer but had his fair share of ex-girlfriends. Not one of them had ever been as polite or as enthusiastic as Zoë. It wasn’t her excitement or boldness, although all of that was attractive, it was the fact that she was always sincerely interested in what they were doing. She wasn’t focused on getting home or missing out, she was in the moment, there with him, and thinking about what they were doing at the time.
Halfway through the date, he had grown the courage to take her hand, and she turned and smiled shyly, holding it back. He didn’t dare press his luck with anything more.
After the hour and a half of touring the historic hotel, they headed back to her cabin. When they arrived, no matter how fast Logan hurried to help her out and be a gentleman, she was opening the door and climbing out herself.
He walked her back to her little porch, stopping. He paused, grabbing her waist and holding her still.
“I had a great night,” he breathed, pushing her hair back from her face. She lifted her chin, staring into his eyes. Their blue-grayness sparkled with flirtation, and he closed his mouth over hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she lifted herself to her tippy- toes, answering his kiss. His lips slanted and urged hers open. She whimpered slightly, and when he heard her, Logan’s grip tightened, sliding down to her backside. “Do you want me to come in?” He whispered against her ear.
Zoë felt her body fill with heat, her skin tingling. “I’m not sure,” her response was ragged. Logan’s loins tightened. He was trying hard to go slow and not be disappointed with her response. “I think so,” she closed her eyes.
They let themselves into the cabin, and Charlie bounded over to them.
“Why don’t I take Charlie out,” Logan offered softly against her cheek. She nodded. She watched Logan clip on his leash and as soon as they disappeared out the door, she rushed into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth as fast as she could, wiped her face clean and ran a brush through her hair. She topped off her efforts with a fresh application of strawberry lip-gloss.
The door opened, and she washed her hands. She grabbed Charlie a chewy for being so well behaved and Logan washed his hands as well. “Are you tired?” She asked him.
“Not too tired. Are you?” He asked.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked, disappearing into the bedroom. He heard the television turn on. Hearing her in there, he began to take off his boots, leaving them by the front door. He glanced around. She kept the cabin immaculate, the floor was swept and the place barely looked lived in. He could trust walking around without his shoes.
He walked into the bedroom and saw her getting ready to pull her dress off. He pulled her arms to her side and stopped her. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he sealed off her question with another kiss.
His hands encircled her body and pulled on the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down and let her dress fall down to the floor. Her body immediately shivered with contact to the cold air. He ran his hands over her gooseflesh, hugging her close. His mouth planted kisses over her shoulders and down her arms. He lifted her arms and kissed the inside of her elbows.
Zoe’s eyes were watching his every move, her eyes darkening with arousal. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she had it open, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her pink lips kissing his hard chest. Her fingers brushed over his skin, toned and tan. She reached for his belt, and when she unzipped his jeans, he helped her push them down to the floor, stepping out of them.
Logan helped her stand and grabbed her hips, lifting her to the edge of the bed. He pressed his body forward and she lay back on the bed. Holding his weight above her, he started at her neck and began to move down between her breasts, ending at her panty line. He glanced up at her and saw her eyes were closed. He moved upward, kissing her cheek.
Zoë’s eyes fluttered open, and she touched his face, her fingertip tracing his lips. He pushed her farther back on the bed and wedged himself between her legs. She wrapped a leg around his, her arms hooking around his body and hugging him close.
He lifted his body and slowly pulled her panties off, moving next to her bra and unhooking that as well. He discarded them to the side, the palms of his hands running over breasts. He felt the nipple harden under his palm, and he kissed her neck, his mouth gently pulling and sucking on the flesh.
Zoë’s lips parted and she let out a small gasp. She felt like she couldn’t get enough of him. Her body felt conflicting emotional states. She felt so full and heavy, and yet at the same time she felt empty and taut.
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gan pressed his bare chest against hers, his arousal getting stronger as he pressed his naked body against hers. His hips were nestled between her thighs, and her touch against his backside made him instinctively push into her. When her body lifted against his, her hips responding to him, his arousal became tighter and harder.
Still, he held back. He wanted her to be absolutely ready and on the edge. His hand gently covered her mound and palmed gently. He could feel her, damp and hot against his fingers. Her breath was heavy and short, and by the way her hands ran over his body, he could tell she was ready.
He gently slid a finger through her crease, sliding his fingers outward to her inner thighs. And then, he slowly entered her, giving her time to accept him. He was still for a moment, pushed deeper still, and withdrew. He pushed into her again, slowly, groaning.
It was like sweet, white-hot agony trying not to fulfill his needs. But he could see by her facial expression that this was about her. Her legs came around his, her thighs clutching his body.
Her mouth opened with a moan, and he kissed her, his tongue dancing inside her mouth. She lifted and pushed her hips in time with each one of his thrusts, her hands running through his hair. She cupped his face; her fingers came over his neck and down his shoulders and back. Zoë’s hands cupped his bottom and pulled him tighter against the joining of her thighs.
Logan’s mouth went down to her collarbone. He could feel his groin tightening and getting tense. Her body rubbing against his, her tight sheath squeezing at his arousal was leaving his mind scattered and unable to concentrate on anything else besides orgasm.
“More,” she breathed softly. Logan answered, his momentum building. “Logan, I need more,” she begged. His pace quickened, as he grew harder inside her. His breathing was quick, harsh, and he knew he wouldn’t last.
The heat had built inside of her, and all at once it had exploded. She felt her limbs go weak and she cried out, holding onto him. Logan gave a hard push and let himself go.
They lay on the top of the bed, their chests rising and falling hard, their limbs tangled around each other. Logan buried his face in her neck as he regained himself and his energy. He felt took weak to move, and he didn’t want to.
Zoë lay underneath him, her eyes closed. “Was it okay?” She asked, needing reassurance. Logan pushed his weight up on his arms, staring down at her. She opened her eyes and stared into his, looking for her answer.
“Zoë.” He stopped short. “You were wonderful. You, your body, your beauty.” He kissed her softly. “You could never be bad at this,” he assured her. He lifted off her, pulling the covers back for the both of them. He pulled them back over her body, and rolled over, his arm encircling her body, pressing up against her. Charlie jumped up on the bed and circled a few times, settling into a ball at the foot of the bed.
Zoë snuggled down into the covers, secretly smiling to herself when Logan’s grip around her tightened. She started to fall asleep, and could barely hear him when he whispered into her ear.
“I take it back Zoë. I want love. And I want it with you,” he whispered against her hair.
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