My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 53

Christina

"Yes, he used it for hunting," Logan replied. 

"Did you ever come here with him?" 

"I did, that's why I knew where it was located." 

"How did you find me?" I joined him in the kitchen. 

He was preparing some kind of broth, and I noticed a couple of empty cans on the counter. 

"Debbie told me you usually go to the stream and you weren't very far from there when I found you," he said, stirring a ladle into the pot. 

Whatever it was he was cooking smelled delicious. I realized I was starving and the wafting aroma in the kitchen made my stomach growl. 

"We need to feed you," Logan remarked, pulling out a bowl from the overhead cabinet. 

Heat blasted my cheeks from embarrassment. Why did my stomach have to be so loud? 

Logan poured a generous amount into the bowl then placed it on the small dining table in the kitchen. I settled on the chair and pulled the bowl to me, as I watched Logan pouring himself a bowl of broth. 

"I will need to ask Bonnie to restock the canned foods. There isn't much remaining," Logan announced as he settled on the chair beside me. 

"How are you feeling?" He inquired. 

"Exhausted," I commented then asked, "is there a shower around here?" 

"Of course, there is one in the bathroom." 

"I am in desperate need of one. I think I stink like a fish," my hair surely smelled like one. 

"You can shower after you finish eating," Logan passed me a glance then got busy with eating. 

We finished the food in silence and I washed the dishes after we were done, even though Logan insisted he would do it himself. I stopped him from doing it because I felt guilty for the trouble he went through because of me. 

If Logan found me near the stream it meant I went around in circles in the woods. He said he returnrd as soon as he heard about the warning of an approaching storm. When he didn't find me home, he set out in search of me. But it was too late as we both were caught up in the storm and were now stuck in that cabin.

I took a hot shower which soothed my aching body and I felt refreshed. The winds and the rain still raged a storm outside and I wasn't sure for how long we would be stuck there. The thought of spending a night alone with Logan in such a confined space was thrilling as well as worrying for me. 

Logan had provided me with another shirt, which he found in the small closet. He told me it was his and he had forgotten it there when he visited the last time with Dad a few months before Dad's death. 

I had no idea before thay day that he and Dad had rendezvous at Clairings while I was stuck in London alone. Sometimes I felt jealous of Logan because my father was much closer to him than he had ever been with me. 

I washed my undergarments and they were still wet when I wore them again under Logan's shirt. Logan's eyes lingered on my breast and hips where the thin fabric of his shirt clung to my wet undergarments making it almost transparent. 

 Rubbing my hair with the towel I tried to ignore his hungry gaze that caressed my bare thighs which peeked out from where his shirt ended. Tingles erupted on my skin, and my heart thudded in my chest from the intensity of his gaze. 

Clearing my throat to divert his attention I sat on the far end of the couch from him. The cabin was sparsely furnished with the sofa cum bed and a coffee table in before it. Apart from that, there were two wooden chairs.  

"Will we be stuck here for the night?" I asked after a while when his rich pine and cedarwood scent started making my mind dizzy. 

  I stole glances at him, while he sat there with his elbows on his thighs, his fingers threaded together and his chin resting on them. His jaw was clenched as if he was restraining himself from something. 

 I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about that night in the kitchen? Because I just couldn't stop wondering what could have happened if that stupid cat didn't interrupt us. 

Logan glanced at me at my question and I felt someone knock the air out of my lungs when his eyes met mine. His pupils were dilated to an extent his eyes almost appeared black. His eyes were burning with such intense desire that I was afraid if I didn't look away I might drown in them. 

 Logan gulped, bobbing his Adam's apple up and down and I watched it fascinated. I wanted to know how it would feel to suck on it. I had no idea where the thoughts were coming from but I just couldn't help it. 

 When he still didn't reply, I called out to him again, "Logan?" 

 Before I realized he was onto me and his lips were pressed against mine and his body was crushing me beneath him. He grabbed my thigh and pulled me under him while he sucked the air out of my lungs. 

 "Shit," he cursed aloud and was rolling off me when I snaked my arms around his neck. 

 Logan looked at me puzzled, "You are giving mixed signals, Christina." 

 "How do you want me to react? We were best friends until we were nothing and now you have just blown me away with your confession that you desire me," My tone got accusing even if I didn't want it to. 

"I am sorry for everything. Please forgive me," Logan apologized again.

I was not sure if I was ready to forgive him. Nor did I want to push him away from how he made me feel right now. I had no doubt left in my mind that I wanted Logan. The way his gaze ignited a need inside me that I couldn't describe in words. 

 "What do you want, Christina?" Logan groaned in annoyance at my silence. 

 "You," I breathed against his mouth, lifting my head upwards until our lips were almost touching. 

 It was all the encouragement he needed. Logan crashed his lips on mine, and this time I returned his kiss. He coaxed my lips apart and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. He tasted like mint and the way he devoured my mouth, I was sure he would leave my lips bruised and swollen. 

 He nudged my legs apart with his knee as he slipped his hand between my thighs. 

 I moaned into his mouth as he palmed my breast in his other hand. Slipping my hand into his hair, I pushed his mouth closer to me. Logan sucked at my tongue while his hand traveled upward on my inner thigh. He pushed his shirt upward till it was bunched around my waist and in the next moment, he ripped my thong apart and tossed it on the cabin floor. 

The next moment he pulled from the kiss and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it above my head and it joined the ripped panty on the floor. 

 "Fuck, you are beautiful," his eyes raked over my body.

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