Chapter 38 Drive me crazy
Ava's pov
The streets blurred past the window, but all I could focus on was the way Logan’s hand rested on my thigh. His thumb moved in slow, lazy circles over my jeans, making my skin tingle through the fabric.
He hadn't said much since we left the party, but he didn’t have to. The way his eyes turned toward me every few seconds, the way his jaw clenched whenever I shifted in my seat it was obvious he was holding something back.
And so was I.
When we finally pulled up to his place, the tension had reached a boiling point.
I followed him inside, my pulse racing. The second the door clicked shut behind us.
Logan turned to me, his eyes were clouded with lust. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, voice low and rough.
I nodded, heart pounding. “I’m more than okay, it's been long since I was here”
His gaze dropped to my lips, and I barely had a second to breathe before he closed the distance. His mouth was on mine urgent, hungry, but still tender in the way only Logan could be.
I melted into him, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt as he backed me against the wall, his hands cradling my face like I was something precious.
“You drive me crazy, Ava,” he murmured against my lips, his voice husky. “I tried to be patient tonight, but all I could think about was getting you alone.”
I let out a soft breath, my lips brushing his. “Then stop thinking.”
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the bedroom.
My heart was pounding crazily but all I could feel was the heat of his body pressed to mine.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone. “Every part of you.”
My fingers tangled in his hair as he lowered me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, gaze searching, intense.
“I want you,” I breathed, getting closer to him.
“You already have me,” he replied, kissing me again roughly our tongues fighting for dominance.
His lips left my lips and he started kissing my jaw, neck and went down further to my breasts.
“Is it okay? If I do more? Can I cross the line?" Logan asked doubt cloud his face.
I laughed “Is Logan the playboy asking for permission?"
But Logan didn't find that funny." I'm serious Ava! I don't want to do anything more if you're going to regret it tomorrow”.
I shook my head " No! I want it… I want you".
“Good choice nerd!" He then pressed his lips against mine without hesitation,his lips claimed me possessively as he drew me closer to him. He ran his hands up and down my back making me shiver.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt his hands sliding inside my panties gripping my ass tightly.
“Damn it!" He opened his eyes at once looking at me with lust clouding his eyes. He stood and started removing his clothes.
First he removed his shirt,then his black pants, left with boxers only. I could feel heat on my cheeks as I took him in. His chest was hard and pleasant to look at.
He returned back to bed and started pressing kissed from my neck to my breasts. He removed the straps of my bra, freeing my breasts.
He kept the eye contact then took my left nipple in his mouth.
My breath came in shallow gasps as Logan's mouth worked its magic, his hands roaming like he already knew every inch of my body. His touch wasn’t rushed, but full of hunger. Like he was memorizing me.
A whimper escaped my lips when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my breast, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer like I couldn't get enough.
“Logan…” I breathed.
He lifted his head, eyes meeting mine dark, intense, and burning with something deeper than just lust. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I mean it.”
I didn’t. God, I didn’t.
Instead, I leaned up and kissed him again, pouring every emotion I hadn’t been able to say out loud into that kiss. every ache, every missed moment, every damn time I wished things were different between us.
We removed the rest of our clothes slowly, like undressing each other . When he finally pressed his body against mine, skin to skin, a quiet gasp left me at how right it felt.
It felt so good!
Logan's forehead rested against mine, his voice low. “Are you sure, Ava?”
I cupped his face in my hands, smiling softly. “I’ve never been more sure.”