Full Strength

Sixty Three-Logan🏒

        "Is it weird to say I missed your house too?"

        I laughed a little, setting my keys on the counter and slipping off my shoes. "No. I think that's normal. I mean, you did live here for like...three months."

        "Yeah," Lillian grunted into a throw pillow. She'd immediately tossed herself on my couch, inhaling the scent of my house. Secretly, I was touched that she'd missed my house too. My house was essentially me-a little bit of my personality was scattered across the walls and floors. She liked it. She missed it. 

        If you can't tell, I'm feeling really sappy about having her back.

        Lillian sat up, her hair slightly rumpled. Her brown eyes were sparkling as she stood, making my heart pound so loud that I was sure she could hear it. Then she was just a few inches away, the scent of her perfume washing over me. It was intoxicating.

         "I can't even describe how much I missed you," she whispered as I drew her into my arms. 

         Lightly kissing her forehead, I murmured, "I know. Me too. But it's okay now; we have the rest of forever to not miss each other."

         She seemed to melt into my frame, her arms tight around my waist and her head tucked snugly beneath my chin. It was almost too adorable how she fit perfectly in my embrace.

         "Logan," she said, lifting her head and gazing up at me. Those eyes were bound to be my ruin.

          "Yes?" Trailing my fingers through her hair was going to give me a heart attack. 

          "Just thank you," she said, a smile on her face to hide the sobs lodged in her throat. "You don't even know how grateful I am that you're still here. That you still want this."

          My heart ached for her. There had been a phone call about a month ago, one with a lot of crying on both ends. That phone call had been hard to listen to, hearing about how she understood if I wanted to break up. If being wrung through a trial was too much. 

           "I am always going to want this," I said softly, pressing a kiss to her mouth. "I am always going to want you, Lilli."

           As words faded into kisses, she melted in my arms, stumbling back slightly. A breath of laughter, smiles curving across our lips. Her hands on the back of my neck pulling me in deeper. My senses were all out of sorts, feeling too much and hearing her inhale sharply as I lightly nipped at her lower lip. 

         Then I moved to her neck, drinking in the taste of her skin as I kissed down the curve of her throat. Lillian's breath hitched, followed by her grasp moving to the ends of my hair. The sweet little whimper that escaped her lips when I sucked on the base of her neck was pure torture. 

         "Bedroom," she gasped, reading my thoughts.

         I smirked. "Which one?"

         "Yours."

         "Good answer." With her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried her to my room. My head buzzed at the reminder that last time she'd been here, it'd been the best night of my life.

         Setting Lillian on her feet, I gladly let her push me back onto my bed. She straddled my hips and I pulled her close, my fingers digging into the fabric of her leggings. Another crushing kiss, this one even messier and rougher. I groaned when she shifted slightly, her hands simultaneously pulling my hair. 

          The separation was more than disorienting when she drew back, pulling her oversized sweatshirt over her head. I think I literally stopped breathing; it was if she'd punched me in the lungs.

          "Something wrong?" she asked, her voice seductive and teasing.

          She was wearing my jersey, my name and number scrawled across her back. While sitting in my lap with her lips still flushed from the kissing. With that sexy little smirk on her face. 

          "Only that you're still wearing so many clothes," I got out breathlessly. "Take everything off. Except the jersey-that stays on."

          Grinning, Lillian stood up, leaving me an absolute wreck. I watched with sharp eyes as she peeled off her leggings and underwear, then reached up and unhooked her bra. Her clothes on my floor were another heart attack. At this rate, it was a miracle I was still alive.

         "Better?" she whispered, returning to her former position. The cool skin on her thighs somehow seemed to burn me, even through the fabric of my pants.

          "Perfect," I mumbled, already kissing her again. I couldn't taste enough of her, even with her tongue crashing into mine. 

          Another torturous separation as Lillian yanked my shirt up over my head. My skin became electrified as she burned my chest with her palms. I groaned, whispering, "That's right, baby. I'm all yours. All yours to do whatever you want with."

          She kissed me and practically knocked the wind out of me. My grip on her waist became even tighter, my fingers sure to leave bruises in their wake. The thought made me loosen up, but she made a noise in her throat. "No," she whispered. "Touch me like you're never letting go."

           "That's the plan, Lilli," I said, my mouth sliding to the curve of her neck. Because I'd let her go once, and I wasn't ever going to do that again.

           Distracted by her hot, open-mouthed kisses, I nearly jumped when her fingers easily undid the button of my jeans. Inhaling sharply, I croaked, "Impatient?"

           "Just the opposite. It's been two months; I think we deserve to go a little fast," she murmured, her kisses now along my throat. I whimpered as she sucked on the skin, her teeth bound to leave a mark.

           Leave every mark you can, I thought to myself. I wanted to look at myself tomorrow and remember her tonight. 

          "Lilli," I ground out. I hadn't realized it, but my hands were twisted in the comforter, my knuckles white.

          She drew back, looking down at me with a searching gaze. Her expression softened as she asked, "You okay?"

          Looking up at her, I don't think I'd ever been so in love. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her brown hair framing her face and her eyes bright. The collar of her jersey had slid to one side, now off one shoulder. Soft hands. Long legs at my sides. Pink lips that were just so kissable. I really was the luckiest man in the world.

          "This jersey," I said hoarsely. "You look like heaven on earth in it."

          "That makes sense, since it has your last name on it," she said, her smile absolutely killing me. My heart was racing, my head feeling light. This feels like a wild dream, to have her looking at me like I'm her everything when she's perched on top of me wearing nothing but a jersey with my name on it.

          "Someday you can have it," I promised.

          "Have what?"

          "My last name, sweetheart," I whispered, leaning up to kiss her again.

          Lilli smiled against my lips, murmuring, "I'd really like that."

          My fingers slid to the back of her neck, buried in her hair, as I said, "I love you."

          "I love you too, Logan." And as she kissed me, I was smiling so hard that my face hurt.

          I'm going to remember this night forever. Because she loves me, and that's all that matters.