We barely made it into the door before his lips were on mine.
He wasn't going easy either, nor did he hide the need and want that coated his lips.
He had my back against the newly closed door, and my hands in either one of his, clasped together on either side of my head.
His lips worked on mine, kissing and sucking in a way that's all his own.
"You're sure?" He mumbles, his breathe and lips leaving a trail down the side of my neck.
I nod, unable to form coherent speech.
"Say it." He mumbles again, sucking on the base of my throat.
"Yes, Logan. Yes." I whisper, pushing myself against him in any way that's possible.
"I love you baby, you're sure?" He
"Jesus Christ Logan, yes. I've said yes like 12 times." I laugh and grab his hand, pulling him towards the staircase.
When we get to the room, we walk in together, and I swear he seems nervous.
He shrugs off his jacket, the leather falling to a heap on the floor. He runs a hand through his hair, staring off into space before finally coming back to me, putting a hand on my cheek and connecting our lips again.
He's steady and slow, and nervous. Very nervous.
"Logan what's wrong?" I ask him, my mind wandering to all possible outlooks. Maybe he finally realized I'm way out of his league.
He shakes his head, trying to shut me up, bringing his hands to my waist, his fingers tickling beneath my shirt, on my cold skin.
I let it go, wrapping my hands around his arms and kissing him like it's the end of the world. He slowly starts moving the material of my shirt up and off my body, leaving me in my bra and pants before him.
He shamelessly takes him time raking his eyes down my body, before his hand slowly worms it's way down my arm.
Feeding the need to make things even, I start kissing his neck, closing the gap between us and almost falling apart at the way my name sounds falling from his lips.
I worm my hands under his shirt, discarding the material, and taking no time before kissing his neck again, pushing him down onto the bed.
Never in 10 million years did I expect I would be the one to have to push him to keep going.
I suddenly think maybe I'm doing something wrong, but the way he's biting his lip to control his moans, and the way he's subtle in the way he runs his hands through my hair to reassure me, I know it's okay.
He runs his hands down the sides of my waist, as I move to straddle him, my legs on either side of him.
Looking down and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, reality comes crashing down.
Not in bad way, just in a "how did I end up on top of Logan chambers, married and engaged, and ready to have sex" kind of way.
It's in the way that makes me feel, well, lucky. Lucky for love. Lucky for Logan.
"You're so beautiful, Kat" Logan mumbles, his eyes roaming my body while my hands work with his pants, trying to push them down.
He inhales, almost sharply, his eyes never leaving mine, and I see fear.
I stop, crossing my arms. "Logan what's wrong?"
He looks at me, and tries to pull me back into kissing him, ignoring me. "
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Too Bad For Her Own Good
Romancea marriage law. a gang. a boy. a girl. plenty of fluff, plenty of heart. what could go wrong?