Loveland

Chapter 6

Autumn

I ran through the house like a madwoman. Cleaning and straightening up anything that looked out of place. I usually kept a neat house anyway but I still had to make sure. I cleaned up from breakfast and out away the basket of laundry that was sitting on my living room floor. I ran past the mirror in the hallway and caught my own reflection. I looked a hot mess. My hair was piled on top of my head in a messy bun and I was still in my pajamas. Sunday was always my lazy day. Today however laziness went out the window. Logan would be here soon. 

I yanked the hair tie out and tried to comb the knots out of my hair. I had let it grow too long. Aiden and I would both be getting haircuts soon. I settled with putting on a low braid. I grabbed some denim shorts and a soft pink V neck. It was pretty hot out, even for Pennsylvania and I wanted to be comfortable. I wondered what he would be wearing? I had to mentally kick myself. Today wasn't about me. It was about the kids having fun. What's the harm in Logan and I having a little fun while the kids were playing? I had to calm myself down. With a little blush and a splash of mascara, I was ready. I quickly smelled myself to make sure my perfume wasn't too much. 

  It was 11:35 when the doorbell rang. Aiden was up in his room playing. But when the bell rang his raced down the stairs and into the living room. I opened the door to the prettiest little brown-haired girl and her equally handsome father standing like a tree behind her. He had a hand on one of her shoulders and the other hand holding a pink bicycle helmet. 

"Hi Miss Cooper!" She said about to run past me to where Aiden was standing with his own helmet. " Macheala Anne, manners young lady," Logan said in a stern but gentle tone. She turned around and gave him a look that I'm almost positive she inherited from him. 

"Sorry. Miss. Cooper, would it be okay with you if Aiden and I went and rode our bikes around the block? We won't go far I promise." She offered a sweet innocent smile. She was absolutely adorable. 

"Sure sweetie that's fine. Just stay together." As they walked out the door I called after my son "Aiden honey please be careful" he gave me a sour look and grunted at me to not call him that. I couldn't help but laugh. He was getting older and the pet names were getting embarrassing. As they closed the door I suddenly realized I was alone with Logan. He stood awkwardly in my living room. He looked like a giant in the tiny room. One of us needed to break the ice. 

"Do you wanna sit down? Can I get you anything to drink?" I tried. He sat down on the big comfy couch and seemed to settle right in. 

"Oh no thank you I'm fine for now... So how are you?" He looked so good in his white t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair fell in waves on his head. It flowed back and curled just slightly at the ends. He still hadn't shaved but that didn't bother me. I was growing fond of his scruff. I wanted to run my fingers over it. He was leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. I could see a faint outline of a large black tattoo on his back and the side of his rib cage. I wondered what it was. He had Macheala's name on the inside of his forearm. I wondered just how many more tattoos he had hidden under his shirt. It was going to be hard controlling myself around him. 

"I'm good. A little tired. How are you, Logan? He tensed at the sound of his own name. He seemed uncomfortable. But he smiled at me from over his shoulder. He had yet to look at me straight on. Maybe he decided last night that he wasn't interested in me after all. But he did say he was excited to see me. Maybe it was just to tell me last night was a mistake? 

He chucked in his throat and sat back. "tired huh? Did you toss and turn all night? I hate it when that happens. I'm good. Dreading the workweek." He was looking everywhere but at me when he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Logan, can you stop fidgeting and look at me please?" I tried not to come off too snobby. He sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. He did that a lot. I spoke up to get the ball rolling so he didn't have to. "listen I think we should talk about last night. Logan, I'm not sure why you kissed me. It was very nice and I'm not going to lie I really enjoyed it. But I don't know why you kissed me. If it was just a kiss that's fine it doesn't have to be a big deal or anything. Unless you want it to be? Or if you don't.-" now I was rambling. " I continued, shaking my head. "I don't know what I'm trying to say here. Whenever I'm around you I get all tongue-tied. 

"I'm glad I'm not the only one." He finally said but still not looking at me. "you want to know why I kissed you? I have no problem telling you Autumn." Just then he looked straight at me. His eyes boring into me. They were like warm honey. " I kissed you because I wanted to. I kissed you because you looked like you needed to be kissed. You were telling me how your husband spent your entire marriage cheating and hurting you. And if he wasn't hurting you he was ignoring you and Aiden. It pissed me off to know that you had suffered like that. After 13 years of taking care of everyone around you and being cast aside, you needed to be kissed." 

I was absolutely speechless. And he wasn't done. " You seem like a good woman. You're warm and caring and incredibly sweet. And you deserve to be kissed by a man that shows you how special you are. How beautiful you are. Who never lets you forget it. That's why I kissed you. Because you needed it. And I just couldn't walk away last night without being that man for you." He blew out a harsh breath. As if he'd been holding it in for an hour. 

I couldn't believe this man was sitting on my couch unloading his heart to me. As I listened to him my skin started to warm. I wanted to reach out and touch him. Feel him, to make sure he's really here. That all this wasn't a hallucination. Before I could move he reached over to brush the hair out of my face, and tuck it behind my ear. My breath caught in my throat as the feel of his hand. He leaned in closer to me. I thought he was going to kiss me again. But instead, he stood up and asked "is it alright if I use your bathroom? I already know where it is." I couldn't help myself, I had to know, "Logan? Are you going to kiss me again?" He stopped and looked me in the eyes. 

"You can count on it." With that, he left the room.

This man was driving me crazy. I never knew what he was thinking or what he was going to do next. He was certainly keeping me on my toes. All these new feelings I was having felt exciting. He was exciting. 

I got up and went to the kitchen for something to drink. I figured lemonade was appropriate. As I was pouring a second glass for Logan I heard him exit the bathroom. I called out to him from the kitchen, "Logan if your thirsty and you happen to like lemonade, I've got just thing for you. I turned around and he was there. His broad shoulders and strong chest pinning me to the counter behind me. He entangled his hand in my hair and pulled my mouth to his. Hard. 

He was everywhere all at once. His hands were in my hair then holding my face. His lips felt amazing. His beard was rough against my skin. The way his hands traveled down my back and over my ass. By the time his hands made their way up to my breasts, my underwear was soaked. I wanted him more than I've ever wanted any man. I've never lusted after anyone like this. 

My own hands had become greedy. I slid them under his T-shirt and felt his hard chest. A small patch of chest hair curled around my fingers. A quick look down and I saw he had a small trail of hair going down his stomach and into his pants. He grunted as he lifted me up by my ass, as I'd I weighed nothing and set me on the kitchen counter. His lips left mine and started kissing me on my neck and collarbone. My fingers were entangled in his hair. When I gave it a rough tug he growled and slammed his hand into the cabinet behind me. He was coming undone. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pressed his body into mine. I gasped at the contact. Holding onto his strong biceps I rested my forehead on his catching my breath. I had to stop him. I wanted to be with him that way, but Paul had been the only man id ever been with and the handful of times we'd been together hadn't done much for me. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint Logan. 

"Logan... I want this. I do. I want you. God more than anything in the world. But I have to be honest with you." Here goes nothing I thought. " Listen, I do want this. I want you. But the whole s*x thing... I've only been with one man. And when he died I kinda thought that was it for me. s*x has never really done anything for me. All 5 times Paul and I slept together I didn't get much out of it. Paul never really cared for it either. I don't know I just don't wanna disappoint you." I looked up into his eyes terrified of what I might see. What he might say. But when I looked at him his face looked shocked, with a mix of anger. I had no idea what he was thinking. I could only imagine. 

Logan

I hadn't fully decided I was going to kiss her again until she asked me the question "are you going to kiss me again?" She looked so sweet and innocent. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself. When I walked out of the bathroom she was standing there with her back to me. Her braided hair fell down the middle of her back. She filled out those little shorts she had on just right. Everything About her felt right. 

When I had her in my arms I could feel her melt. She held onto me as if she'd blow away as if I was her anchor. And to be honest, I wanted to be. Her lips were soft and moist and interlocked with mine perfectly. I wanted to throw her onto the kitchen table behind me, bend her over, and give her everything I knew she wanted. But I couldn't. She was a lady and deserved better. I was going to give her better. I got a handful of her round bottom and placed her on the counter. I knew I was taking too many liberties with her when my hands went under her shirt and grabbed the tops of her breasts. She gasped on my ear and pulled hard on my hair. My d**k almost jumped out of my pants And I had to grab the wall behind her for leverage. This woman was going to be the death of me. 

  I was kind of glad when she stopped me. I really didn't wanna ruin this by moving too fast. And that's exactly where it was headed. I never expected what came out of her mouth. "s*x has never done anything for me. I don't want to disappoint you." I knew it. I knew that prick husband of hers was a p***y. Any man that can be married to Autumn, this sweet beautiful woman and not want her all day every day, was a lousy limp d**k asshole. 

But to think that she was worried about disappointing me, because of him, pissed me the f**k off. And I was determined to rectify it.