Running his fingers through her hair, he gently massaged the nape of her neck as he feathered small kisses all over her cheek, moving his lips slowly down her throat.
Grabbing onto his jacket Quinn tilted her head back to give him better access. Her knees were feeling slightly wobbly and if it wasn’t for Logan’s strong arms supporting her back she was sure she would have melted straight into a puddle on the floor.
Damn the boy could kiss! Seriously reconsidering her condition of no funny business, Quinn was surprised when he pulled back to look into her eyes and place one final, chaste peck on her lips before taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen.
“If we keep this up, I will end up breaking my promise to you and dinner will be incredibly late.”
Kissing her hand and motioning for her to have a seat at the breakfast bar, Logan took a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two glasses, placing one in front of Quinn.
Pulling ingredients from the cupboard and placing them on the counter, he took off his jacket and hung it on a nearby chair. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal some pretty spectacularly muscled forearms, sprinkled lightly with dark hairs.
Quinn’s mouth went dry and she swallowed a sip of wine as she tried to compose her thoughts, telling herself sternly to stop thinking about how incredibly, mind numbingly sexy Logan looked without his jacket on and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.
She never realised how sensual cooking could be, but then again, no one like Logan had ever cooked for her before. Watching his movements as though mesmerized, Quinn marveled at the skill with which he chopped and sauteed vegetables.
Her own cooking skills were very basic, enough to keep her alive, but not good enough to make one feel the need for seconds.
The smell of frying onion and garlic was making her stomach rumble, reminding her of how hungry she was. In order to distract herself, she asked Logan about his family.
“Well, I have three brothers and one sister. We all work in the family business except for Danielle. She’s an Art Historian and sadly, the only one out of all of us with any artistic abilities.”
Quinn laughed at this. Charmed by the obvious affection in his voice when talking about his siblings.
“Wow, that’s quite a large family! I feel like it’s something you don’t see very often these days.”
“True, but mom and dad always wanted a large family and I think if it wasn’t for the fact that she had some complications with Danielle, they would have kept on trying for more babies.”
Logan smiled at Quinn and the look in his eyes nearly took her breath away.
“I always saw myself having a big family one day. We had the best childhood and I would love to give my own kids the same experience I had, with lots of brothers and sisters around to keep each other company.”
Quinn swallowed another gulp of wine before looking up to meet his eyes again.
Leaning over the counter and cupping the back of her head, Logan pulled her closer to place a soft kiss on her lips.
“I guess I have just been waiting to find the right woman.”
Ummmm, ok. She had wanted to bring up the subject of their future tonight, but holy crap, this was a little more than she bargained for.
Logan laughed when he saw her expression and gently tucked an errant strand of auburn hair behind her ear before pulling away.
“Don’t look so nervous Quinn. You look like you are about to do the hundred yard dash. I didn’t mean that I planned on starting tonight.”
With a laugh he turned around to finish their supper, still smiling and shaking his head.
Quinn giggled and let out a mock sigh of relief.
“Phew, for a minute there I thought I was going to have to fight you off with a breadstick or something.”
The mood somewhat lightened again, Quinn decided to go for broke and ask the million dollar question.
“Actually, I’m glad you invited me over here tonight. There’s something that I have been meaning to ask you.”
Logan looked up at this, raising one eyebrow before turning down the gas on the stove and giving her his full attention.
“Ask away.”
Suddenly unnerved now that he was facing her and waiting patiently to hear what she wanted to ask, Quinn blushed furiously and took a big gulp of wine before speaking.
“Ok. Here goes. I know we haven’t been seeing each other for very long, but I am hoping that you feel the same way I do. That this, whatever it is between us, is special.”
Logan’s eyes lit up with interest, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth as she studiously avoided looking at him before continuing.
“I am not the kind of person who enjoys casual relationships. I guess, what I am trying to say is, if this is just a fling to you then I am not interested.”
Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer and itching to take her in his arms and kiss her, Logan took three strides around the bar to cradle her head in both hands, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.
“My turn now, and let me tell you beautiful, there is nothing “casual” about this relationship. I won’t deny that I wanted you the moment I saw you, or that I thought you were the most gorgeous creature I had ever set eyes on, but it very quickly became something so much more to me.”
Dazed by this revelation, Quinn could only look at him in stunned silence.
“So no, I am not interested in a casual relationship with you either. I want the whole nine yards. Every last bit of it. Birthdays, anniversaries, movie nights on the couch... all of it.”
Swooping down for a soul destroying kiss, Logan picked her up as though she weighed nothing at all. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her down the hall to the main bedroom before placing her gently on the bed and covering her body with his much larger one.
Staring down into her liquid amber eyes, Logan felt that he would get lost in the velvety depths if he was not careful.
Slowly lowering his head, his eyes never leaving her face, he lightly brushed his lips over hers.
Quinn moaned, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Her reaction seemed to break the tenuous hold on Logan’s self control and he growled as his hands moved to skim up over her hips and waist, softly brushing her ribcage as he cupped first one breast before moving on to the other.
Lost in a sensual haze of touch and taste, Quinn hardly noticed as Logan unfastened her jeans and slowly started lowering them down over her hips and legs.
He leaned back slightly as his nimble fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it free of her arms and away, without breaking their kiss, until Quinn was wearing nothing but her soft pink lacy bra and matching panties.
Finally pulling back to look at her, his reverent blue eyes took in every inch of her body, almost devouring her in its intensity.
“You are beautiful.” He whispered.
Quickly taking off his own clothes and discarding them on the floor, Logan put one knee back on the bed, slowly lowering himself until their bodies were touching.
Carefully balancing most of his weight on his elbows, Logan stared down into Quinn’s eyes before slowly trailing a string of hot open mouthed kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, making her gasp.
Continuing the trail of kisses down one lace covered breast, he unhooked the back of her bra and pulled it free, tossing it aside.
Feeling very exposed all of a sudden, Quinn looked up at him uncertainly, her eyes searching his face.
Leaning down to place a reassuring kiss on her lips, Logan pulled her into his arms, holding her and stroking his hand softly up and down her back, until she almost forgot to breathe at the intensity of feelings assaulting her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him back with abandon as he quickly pulled her lace panties off and gently parted her thighs with one large knee pressed in between hers.
Running his hands down her legs, he lifted her until they were wrapp
ed securely around his hips. Grinding his manhood against her, his voice hoarse as he whispered in her ear. “Are you on any kind of protection sweetheart?”
Nodding mutely at him, too far gone to even care about that, she opened her legs wider and moved her hips against his.
Groaning loudly as Quinn continued to rub herself against him, he grabbed her hips to keep her steady and plunged into her warm, soft heat with one powerful stroke.
She gasped and he soothed her with a hand on her back as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion, before starting to move in and out of her slowly.
Concerned about hurting or frightening her, he forced himself to set a slow pace, gritting his teeth at the effort to keep from losing his head and barreling into her repeatedly.
Her head thrown back, Quinn moaned in ecstasy, completely lost in the sensation of Logan being inside her.
Spurred on by the sound, he started moving faster. Tightening his arms around her as they clung together, Logan whispered soft words of encouragement into her ear before gently nipping one delicate pink lobe with his teeth.
Taken by surprise, Quinn cried out as her body exploded around his. Shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, before slowly drifting back down to earth as Logan let out a shout and emptied himself inside her.
Breathing hard and raining soft kisses all over her face, Logan rolled onto his back and pulled Quinn into his arms, gently tucking her into his side and resting his chin on the top of her head.
Pulling the blankets up to cover them, Logan kissed Quinn’s silky hair as her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted off to sleep. Too overcome with emotion to stay awake.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Logan woke up to a beautiful, auburn haired siren draped across his chest, her right leg thrown over his and her arms hugging his chest.
Unable to keep himself from grinning like a fool, he looked down at Quinn’s sleeping form and thanked God for whatever it was that he had done in a previous lifetime to deserve such a precious gift.
Surrounded by a mass of silky-soft auburn strands, tickling his chin and forearms, he was tempted to wake her up with a kiss. Only the realisation that he had not fed her last night had him gently untangling himself from the bed before tucking her in under the covers and throwing on a pair of tracksuit bottoms.
Whistling as he assembled all the ingredients for breakfast, he mixed pancake batter and cut up fresh strawberries before placing the moka pot on the stove to start percolating.
Setting up the breakfast bar with cutlery, napkins and a jug of orange juice from the fridge, he looked up as Quinn walked in and froze.
She looked absolutely breathtaking with her sleep tousled hair, feet bare and wearing a short satin dressing gown that hugged every curve and hid very little.
“Good morning.” Smiling shyly at him, she nervously tucked an errant strand of hair behind one ear.
It took every ounce of self control he possessed, but he managed to restrain himself from ravishing her all over again. Merely giving her a light kiss on the lips before pulling out a barstool for her to sit on.
“Good morning sweetheart, I hope you’re hungry. I am making enough breakfast to feed an army.”
Painfully aroused now, his knees almost buckled as she climbed onto the chair, flashing him a wide expanse of satiny thigh and part of her magnificently shaped bottom.
Blissfully unaware that she was slowly killing him, Quinn leaned over to pour herself some orange juice, making the robe ride up even further as she reached for the jug.
Logan groaned, and retreated to the relative safety of the kitchen to finish their breakfast. A man could only take so much.
Taking a sip of her juice, Quinn watched in awe as Logan poured batter into a preheated iron skillet and casually flipped pancakes, unable to look away from his gorgeous, muscled back and shoulders.
It should be illegal for good looking men to cook pancakes without a shirt on. Especially when they were only wearing a pair of figure hugging tracksuit bottoms that clung to the shape of their perfectly formed backsides.
Quinn seriously considered asking him to put a shirt on. How did he expect her to eat anything with him walking around half naked?
When everything was done, Logan carried the dishes to the counter and sat down opposite her with a grin.
"So what's on the agenda for today gorgeous?"
Leaning forward to help herself to a pancake, Quinn looked up in concern as Logan sucked in a sharp breath.
"What's wrong?"
His eyes riveted to the front of her dressing gown, Logan's hand shot out, pulling the gaping edges closed and tucking the excess fabric into the belt at her waist.
"Sweetheart, you are killing me. If we are ever going to finish breakfast and get out of this apartment today, you will have to stop moving around in that thing or put some clothes on."
Looking down at her gown in confusion, Quinn suddenly realized that she was not wearing any underwear. She must have been giving him an eyeful!
Looking back up into Logan's smoldering gaze, Quinn blushed furiously.
She hadn't bothered putting any on, thinking that the dressing gown would cover her more than adequately. Apparently she had been wrong.
He was out of his seat and pulling her off the chair in less time than it took for her to gasp his name.
Crushing her to his chest, his lips crashed over hers in an all consuming kiss that made her toes curl into the plush mohair carpet.
Pushing the offending dressing gown out of the way, he ran his hands up her thighs, cupping her backside and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
His mouth never leaving hers, he turned and braced her back against the wall before reaching down to pull his sweatpants off.
Finally managing to free himself, he sunk into her dripping core with a groan. Releasing her mouth, he kissed a path down her neck to take one exquisite breast into his mouth.
Quinn nearly lost her mind, eyes rolling back in her head as he continued to move in and out her rhythmically while gently sucking and nibbling.
Winding her fingers into his hair, she clung on for dear life as she felt herself starting to convulse around him. Moaning in pleasure as he buried himself up to the hilt inside her one last time before roaring out his own release.
Breathing hard, Logan muzzled the side of her neck before whispering softly in her ear. "I swear you will be the death of me sweetheart." Pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her swollen lips.
Without breaking contact between them, he lifted her up and carried her down the hall to the bathroom, setting her down gently before turning on the taps in the shower and tugging her in after him.
Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, he poured some into his hand before turning her around and slowly massaging it into her hair.
Quinn moaned at the pleasure his magic fingers were creating, rubbing against her scalp with small circular motions.
She could feel his arousal pressing into her back as he carefully rinsed her hair before placing a hot open mouthed kiss on her shoulder.
Lifting her hands, Logan placed them face down against the shower wall, pressing one hand into the small of her back, making it arch and tugging her bottom out towards him with the other.
Gently nudging her legs apart with one knee, he rubbed himself against her aching slit, softly nipping the sensitive lobe of her ear with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth.
Quinn whimpered as a shiver ran down her spine, wriggling her hips and pressing herself back against him in a silent plea.
Groaning as she continued to grind herself against him, he grabbed her hips to keep her still before whispering hoarsely, "No sweetheart. I can't hold back when you keep moving like that."
Looking over her shoulder at him she pleaded, "Logan, please, I want you."
Seeing the need in her eyes made him lose what little control he had left and he plunged into her with one hard thrust, pu
lling out almost immediately and pounding back into her relentlessly until she screamed.
Burying his face in her neck, he bucked in and out of her wildly twice more before crying out and emptying himself completely inside her soft heat.
Her legs barely able to support her weight, Quinn leaned against the shower wall, breathing hard.
Closing the taps, Logan gathered her into his arms, cradling her head tenderly against his chest and kissing the top of her head.
Grabbing a towel with one hand, he gently dried her hair before wrapping her up and taking another one for himself.
Winding it around his waist, he ushered her out of the bathroom, growling as he propelled her towards the kitchen, "Woman, you make me lose my sanity. Breakfast, now, or we will never leave this apartment today."
Giggling at this, Quinn looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss, letting out a squeak and speeding up as he growled again, his hand shooting out as if to catch her.
Tucking the towel around herself a little more securely, she made sure that there were no bits hanging out that could tempt Logan into a repeat performance.
She was starving and she needed to get to work at some point this morning. Sarah was opening up but she didn't want to leave her alone too long in case it got busy.
Grinning as she watched him reheat dishes wearing only a towel, she thought to herself that she could definitely get used to this.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Quinn dug enthusiastically into the plate of food Logan placed in front of her. This was shaping up to be a great day!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The shop was quiet when Quinn walked in forty minutes later, and she sighed to herself as she realized that there was no way she was going to be able to avoid Sarah.
They had known each other for so long, she was able to read Quinn like a book. She would never be able to hide what had happened between Logan and herself last night - and again this morning - especially when there were no customers to run interference.
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